Chapter 2

Lightening flashed and illuminated my symphony blue room that was neatly arranged by Curt and-my eyes involuntarily rolled themselves at the mention of his name. I needed to get rid of everything that reminded me of him. Sadly, I couldn't throw my room away. Maybe, I could sell my house and travel to Hawaii–definitely a big no.

My body was weak and I couldn't explain just how bitter I felt inside of me. Why didn't I just end the relationship if I wasn't happy with it? Well, you guessed right. He was a silver tongued devil! That was why trying to end it was like squeezing water out of a rock.

Taking in a deep breath, I turned to face the door with my body secured under my warm channel duvet. I was a sucker for that designer. Heck, I even got a channel vibrator. Okay, there was no such thing as a channel vibrator–I was lying and no, I definitely did not own a vibrator.

The soft knock on my door drew me out of my self induced trance and I sat up, directing my eyes to the door–it opened and Eliana poked her head in a way that her body could not be seen.

"Are you up?" She asked with a small smile on her face. Her shoulder length chocolate colored hair fell to her face, covering one of her eyes.

"Nah, it's just nine o'clock." I answered, tapping on the bed for her to join me. "Are you okay?"

"Mm..." She hummed, stepping into my room in a pink silk night wear, mirroring the look of a kid that was caught stealing candy. Her gaze was lowered and she drew circles with her feet on my grey forbo mamoleum floor. "Yeah, just that the weather reminds me of something."

"Come..." I gestured with my hands, urging her to join me on the bed. "What did you remember?"

She reached my bed and drew down the duvet before sitting with her legs folded. I used a remote to turn on my blue ceiling lights and fixed my eyes on my sister. Were her lips wobbling?

"What's wrong?" I inquired, bumping  my neatly carved brow that was above bold grey eyes and tilted her chin so she could meet my gaze.

"Remember that night when we were kids and mother left?" Her voice shook a little and I was shocked.

I never expected my sister to remember that night because she was little and all she did was to cry and request for mother.

"It was this exact weather and when she finally left...it began to rain and I feared she was never going to return." She swiftly swiped a tear off her cheeks and I blinked mine away. "I thought something bad was going to happen because of the rain. You promised she was going to return...she did, but then she left again–forever."

"No... Don't say that." I reached for my sister's head with both my hands and pulled her in for a warm hug. She rested her head on my chest and I could feel her tears soaking my shirt. "I'm here for you...Sam is too."

I raked my fingers through her coconut shampooed hair and placed a kiss on it.

I stared at the window, watching as the breeze increased and blew the trees violently. It shook my ceiling angrily I feared it'd take off my roof.

It definitely reminded me of that night too. My sister sobbed on my chest and I hated what it felt like to be constantly reminded of a sad moment.

"It's ok." I patted her back, staring into nothingness.

Mother and father hadn't been the happy couple they used to be. My family that seemed like a role model to people was not so perfect. My father was no longer the kind of husband I wanted.

He became scary. He was always taking a swig out of a transparent bottle that had what seemed like water. I was seven, but I knew it wasn't water because it smelt funny and always made my nose wrinkle whenever he spoke to me.

"I'm gonna kill you someday." He growled, staggering out of their room.

I stood by my room door way and watched everything with glossy eyes. Were they bitten by the Richardsons? I didn't understand why things turned inside out.

"Maybe if you do it now, you'd be happy and have the freedom to be frolicking as much as you want." Mother fired, hot on my father's tail. "But I'd leave before you kill me!"

Mother exclaimed with a small bag strapped to her back. The weather of Williamsville was cold and chilly. The angry wind blew things around with an eerie sound that made the hair at the back of my neck stand in fear. It was going to rain. Where was she going?

I hid behind the door and watched as they argued. Father slapped-

I jolted back to reality when my phone rang and vibrated on the side table. Looking down, Eliana was fast asleep on my chest so I gently shifted her and placed a pillow under her head.

I swung my legs to the ground and picked up my black Samsung Galaxy F41. My eyes took in the caller ID and a small frown crawled up my face. Why was my boss calling me by this time of the night?

"Diana Young." I took the call and held the phone to my ear.

"I need the file of the account receivable now." His hoarse voice boomed and I widened my eyes. I was more than abashed. Was this man serious? "I also need you to assist me with something."

"Mr Mitch, it's-" I paused, brought down the phone to check the time. "It's nine forty in the night and it's Sunday."

"Sunday and nine forty do not pay your bills, do they?" He asked with a drip of sarcasm in his voice. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he answered his question. "No and that is why you're going to be at my porch, ringing my damn Bell in ten minutes because I pay you."

"Ten minutes?" I stood up, frustration evident on my face. "Sir, I had a headache and that prevented me from going to church today... Plus, you asked me to stay at home and my little sister-"

"Where do you live again?" He interrupted what I was saying like it made no sense to him.

"182 Thompson street, house twenty three, Greenwich village."

"Good. My driver would be there soon."

"But-"

"Ten minutes," he said sharply and hung up.

My jaw clenched and I searched the bed for my remote. Securing it in my hand, I changed the bulb color to red–it mirrored the rage I was feeling inside. Mitch was a pain in the ass and I'd prayed so much for him to get a girlfriend or a damn wife.

First, it was Eddie running back to me. Now, my asshole of a boss. Could my life get any worse?

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After grabbing the files from the office, I quickly hopped into the latest brand of Lexus Jeep he sent his driver to get me with. New York was definitely the most beautiful city to me. The streets were always mesmerizing and I didn't think I'd ever leave it for anywhere.

The car halted and the driver pulled out the key from the ignition. "We're here ma'am." He locked gazes with me from the rear view mirror and I nodded, tipping him with what I could find in my purse.

Mr Mitch's house was a jaw dropping penthouse and it didn't sweep, but blew me off my feet. It was everything masculine from the outside and screamed rich with it's black glasses.

On reaching his porch, I rang his bell and it automatically opened. My head went up unintentionally. Yuppers, he was watching me from the camera that was mounted above the steel door. I resisted the urge to wave my middle finger at him.

The moment I got into the house, I was fascinated to stupor. Well, it wasn't my first time of stepping foot in here, but it always felt like the first. The grand foyer of this prick, mirrored the color of my milk colored pants. Lord knew I disliked my boss especially when-

"You're late." His deep voice interrupted my thoughts. "I said ten minutes and this is what?"

He strode down from the twin staircase in a white robe and had an egoistical look etched to his face. How would he like if I punched that look off his face?

"Uhm..." I raised my hand to look at my wrist watch. "Fif-"

"Fifteen minutes!" His voice echoed and I jerked.

"But, it wasn't my fault... Your driver came late." I composed myself and spoke. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me even if he was my boss.

"So whose fault is it?" He stood so close to me that our lips almost touched.

"Your driver's." I took a step back and his thin lips opened–an irritating laugh escaped from them.

"You know you're charming right?" He stroke his boxed beards and winked at me with his beautiful ocean blue eyes. "I've told you so many times to leave that looser you call a boyfriend."

"Is that why you called me here?" I arched a brow.

"No." He thumbed his Greek nose.

With a smug smile, he turned and disappeared into the place I assumed to be his living room.

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"So now that I brought the account receivable," I dropped the files on his glass table and stood upright. "What's the other thing you need help with?"

He rested on the back rest of his eerie black sofa and widened his legs like the egoistical bastard billionaire he was.

"Well..." He trailed off, raising his leg and resting his ankle on the knee of his other leg. "You see, I've been having this terrible back ache since last week."

My eyes widened as I awaited what he was about to say. I hoped it wasn't what my mind was whispering.

"And?" I held my hips with both hands and narrowed my eyes at him.

"I need your magic hands, baby."

My jaw dropped.