Novels by Grace Malik

Jake's POVWhy's she taking so long in the bathroom? How is this going to even go? Maybe I should just come clean, but that will definitely be a mess. I can't do it. For her, I can't. It will be too much trouble for her and any other living family she has.Suddenly, she walks out, looking like a diva and as if she suddenly gained a lot more courage in the bathroom, and her voice, silky and throaty, comes right at me strongly."I'm so sorry, sir. I think it was what I ate. I'm better now, can we go on with the interview please?"At first, I'm dumbfounded because that is so not what I thought would come out of her mouth. It shows me that she indeed has guts because somehow she's been able to get herself together, and maybe she thinks it's not me, I don't even know, but she's not flustered anymore. Now, it's my turn to keep up."Alright, Theresa. Tell me about you." I say as if I don't already know a little too much about her from that night. It was such a perfect night. I see her mouth

Jake's POV"Theresa Thompson?" I say as I look at her, trying to ignore everything rioting through me. I won't be subject to the weakness I feel at the sight of her, after so long. I won't be subject to the feeling in me, the part of me that wants me to draw her close and kiss every part of her body over and over again till I place my mark on her. She's here for business, and so I am."You may have your seat," I nod towards the seat at my front, trying to be as proper as I can be. And then she looks at me as if she's hurt I can't remember her but she doesn't know what else to do she walks right to my front, looking pale as hell making me want to end this farce. Only I can't. I just can't. I have too much for her in me to put her through what being with a bastard like me would do to her. I want to protect her. It's why I haven't reached out to her all this while. It was like fate was laughing me right in the eye when I received her entry, right in the early hours of the morning after I

Two hours later, I'm not completely sure that my prayers were heard. The driver says it was normal for us to spend at least two hours given the distance, but it wasn't for me. The traffic was thick at some points, and thank goodness the driver was so sleek, he was able to manoeuvre his way, eventually though we still get there two hours after I entered the car. I look at my watch and see that it's 9:36 am. So I thank the driver and make sure to tip him before getting down. And oh my God am I met with the biggest building I've ever seen, in forever! The driver must have thought I was from the village or something, not to know a place like this. It's like a picture out of my movies. Tall as hell must be a couple of storeys high, all sleek and clean. Grey, white and black is what I can see from the outside, and there are so many, so so many glass windows. I get the sudden urge to throw a little stone to see what happens but I quell the urge immediately. How many people must work here???

Okay, next week came too soon. I had all week to obsess over what could go wrong and what couldn't. So Jose and the girls decided to make me calm down. Jose for one was so busy with her preparation for the 50th birthday party, and I helped her out. We made market runs, tried out new recipes, got the dessert plates, we even got a new refrigerator with the down payment the woman made. And it's safe to say that the event couldn't have possibly gone any better than it did. It was beyond amazing. And finally, at the event two days ago, Jose and I went together. We rented a bus to take us with all the desserts, and we took the mini-fridge because well, desserts and chilly environments are besties.At the event–which was glamorous by the way!– We met so many elites, and when the desserts were dished out, let's just say the business cards we printed out went to no waste. Every single person got Jose's number and promised to call her soon for an event or the other. When we got home, we were so

It's Jose's voice over the phone that wakes me up. Apparently, orders are rushing in already and I couldn't be happier, but just ten more minutes of sleep, that's all I want. I drag my pillow and place it firmly over my head. Suddenly, it's wrenched off my head as Jose's voice blares through like a speaker. "Get your ass up, you lazy ass! We have work to doooo.""You didn't call me lazy when I was helping your ass yesterday," I mumble and firmly place the pillow over my head again.Her laughter booms through and then she says, "Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you.""Nothing. Go, please. I want to sleep.""Nope!" And she pulls me up this time leaving me no choice but to accept that it's game over for my sleep this morning."Oh, God. What do you want, now, Josephine? Why are you disturbing my peaceful sleep?""A sleep being slept at 10:00 am is no sleep. Girl, I've been up all morning, and you won't believe what just happened!!!""My brain is not awake, Jose. I can't guess. What ha

It's the D-day. A week after I quit. And of course, Jose's sweet tooth opening day. I couldn't be more excited, trust me. Especially considering the fact that the untouchable Jose has been so fidgety all week. Especially yesterday. She double-called everyone to be sure everything was in place. It's a big thing, and I'm glad something good is happening in one of our lives. Jose deserves it all. And of course, the local press will be here today, there will be free treats for everyone who comes. And Jose's sweet tooth will officially be open for business. Love it! "Tessa, my gloss!!!" Jose's voice, or scream rather, drags me out of my mini reverie and I roll my eyes a little too dramatically because Jose really has been fun to watch being so nervous, literally like a gassed-up drink waiting to erupt. I step into the room and right by her bedside, grab the gloss, and just as she's about to collect it, I hold her hands instead, making sure her eyes are on me."Josephine, I have never, eve