Chole had been avoiding her dad all week but since it was Saturday and he was not going to go to work, she knew it was going to be impossible for her to avoid him. How was she supposed to sneak some makeup artists and hair stylists into the house to help her get ready for the party?She was meeting Roland for the first time and she wanted to look good, at least to make a good first impression, even though Ephiram had told her that she would not have much to impress. At least three mistresses were living in the house with her father and they lived in peace, which was surprising. Even though all three of them knew that they could never become the wife to Roland, they still stayed because he was doing it the wrong way but still he was a lever boy and a real one at that.She paced her room until she gathered enough courage; she walked out; she knew that her father would be in the living room; he usually sat there on Saturday mornings and just lazed around; it was his way of blowing off st
Chloe had gotten ready and she was waiting for Ephraim to come pick her up. With the way her dad was acting, she was sure he would throw her out of the house before she could get married to him. She was a bit worried even though she had tried to convince herself that she was doing the right thing for herself.Every time her dad had tried to give her a position in the company, she had evaded it as she preferred partying instead of anything else. She had no good reputation and only got into trouble from time to time. She feared that her father might hold onto his word and she would get nothing from him. He was a ruthless man indeed and he might put the company in the care of a specialist instead of her at the end of the day even though she was not capable of taking care of it.She saw Ephraim's car come up and she tried to pull off the expression from her face because she knew he would know almost immediately that something was wrong but she was going to try. He parked in front of her
Chole stepped out of the car and looked around; the Santiago's were not as bad as her dad portrayed it. The house was majestic, at least from the outside. She was nervous to meet Ephraim's family; the nervousness she felt overrode the fear of her father. She swallowed as she hoped they would at least think she was worthy of their son. "Don't worry, they will love you." Ephraim held her hand and squeezed; she turned to him and tried to smile but it came out weary. "You need to relax or else we can't go in," he said, turning to her. He held her shoulders and rubbed on them as if he were trying to ease out the knots in them; she closed her eyes as she felt his hands work through them. "I am relaxed," she said, her eyes fluttering open so she could stare at him. "I have a huge family," he announced and she nodded. She knew that everyone in the country knew that. It was as if Roland had a mandate to leave his seed at every corner of the earth. He was getting older and the number of chil
"Hello, Mr. Santiago." Chole took a step forward as if she were trying to close the gap between them and then began to rethink her decisions. "I am Chole Prescott," she continued as if she did not expect the man to know who she was.Roland let out a hearty chuckle and waved his hand in the air as he settled into the head of the couch set in the middle of the room. "Don't be silly; I know who you are," he said, and then stopped chuckling, licking his lips, and looking at her from head to toe. "You don't have to be formal with me; just Roland is fine."Chle could not tell if he was being friendly with her or if he was flirting; she cleared her throat and shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortably unsure of what her next line of words should be. Before her thoughts could settle, Ephraim was already speaking. "So uncool, Dad," he said, taking a step forward and holding her hand as she had fallen out of line when she stepped forward the other time."What is so uncool?" Roland asked with a co
Everyone was judging Elara; they were not sure of the reason but it felt nice to judge the daughter of the Quinn family. Many people were jealous of her position and to them, it made sense for her to get judged."Care to explain this to me?" Elliot asked Elara. He had asked Elara to come into the study so he could talk with her. She knew what he was going to talk about. She wondered if he did not know about Olivia-Marie. If he knew about her, he should have anticipated the fact that she would try to pull something like this."Do I need to explain? It seems pretty self-explanatory to me," she said with her nose turned up."Huh, you now have a smart mouth, don't you?" he asked and she smiled at him."I do not have a smart mouth and I am just a victim of the situation," she replied."What does Ezra plan to do about this?" He asked because it was his mess and it was his to deal with. He hated that people were dragging him and his family into it. He was giving Ezra some time to fix it; if
"Why are you drinking so much?" Celeste asked, lowering the shot glass from her mouth. He narrowed her eyes at Noelle, who took up another glass, pouring the content straight into her throat as she narrowed her eyes and her face squeezed."Because it is Friday," Noelle replied with a shrug."Is that going to be your answer? Really?" Celeste could tell that something was wrong; since Noelle started working for Ronan Quinn, she became very much inaccessible and the only times she came out to places like this was when Ronan came out. "In two years you have barely honoured my invitations to get drinks on the weekend and you come straight from work into this bar and you keep chugging down your drinks."Noelle pressed her lips into a thin line and smiled with her eyes before taking the last shot glass on the table and pouring it into her mouth. "And you ate drinking so much? Something is wrong; it is very obvious that something is terribly wrong," Celeste murmured."My dearest friend, I thi
"Long time no see, Noelle Richards." His voice resounded in her mind like a poison dart was thrown at her. She did not want to acknowledge him; he was not worth it."Celeste, shall we go?" Noelle said not bothering to turn to him. She saw his eyes and they were unmistakable; he was the one; he was the reason her life was the mess it was at that moment. She took a deep breath and Celeste did not need any more words to know what she meant. She looked up and threw a stink eye at Felix before taking a couple of bills from her wallet and giving them to the bartender."Keep the change," she murmured to him before holding her friend's hand and helping her to her feet.Noelle shuddered as she felt a hand over her shoulders. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt but still, she could feel his callous cold hands through the shirt. "Let go of me," she murmured gently, not trying to cause a scene."Are you going to ignore your father?" he asked and she did not know how it happened but she felt a te
Noelle looked up and she was stunned to see Ronan standing there with Felix's hand suspended in the air by his. "Who do you think you are?'Noelle looked around; there were cameras everywhere and Ronan was not supposed to be doing this; this could hurt his reputation. She wanted to stop him but her mind and body seemed to be discontinued. She could not tell him to leave Felix because, if she was being honest, he deserved it.Felix narrowed his eyes at her face and then a cocky smile appeared on his lips. "I thought the rumours were all lies but apparently my daughter really is working for a big shot." His words were plain but his tone irritated Noelle. She was barely holding herself back from landing a slap across his face. "You are Ronan Quinn, aren't you?""Mr Quinn" Noelle stepped forward. She did not know what this man could do and she did not need him to interact with her father at all. "You can let him go now; he is my father," she said and swallowed. She could not believe that
'PULL AWAY! YOU SHOULD NOT BE DOING THIS, THIS IS WRONG ON ALL LEVELS' She screamed to herself in her mind but she could not bring herself to pull away; instead, she was leaning in more to the kiss and responding as if she had been starved for such a long time. She had wanted to kiss him to know what it was like; it had been one of the thoughts that plagued her so much. now that she had it, she wondered how she was supposed to survive not doing it again. It was more than what she had imagined it to be.Ronan pulled away and sat still looking at her. "You did not pull away; you kissed back," he said with a chuckle."Is this a joke to you?" she asked, hearing the chuckle. She already felt bad for what she was doing and now she felt even worse that he laughed. She should have saved her dignity and pulled away, slapped him across the face while asking him to act like her boss. Instead, she gave in to her desires and kissed him and now he was laughing in her face."You have gotten it all w
Noelle began coughing as she heard what he had said. She looked at him as her chest shook and coughs spluttered out of her mouth. She would have been okay if it was a joke but Ronan had a straight expression on his face."That night when you drank with me and fell asleep in my room, ever since then it's been like you have built your nest in my mind and I can't seem to get you out. I kept showing up around you, not by coincidence but because whenever I sat behind the wheel, my mind could only take me to where you are."Hearing Ronan talk left Noelle speechless. One thing she had promised to never do was confess her feelings, no matter how much they weighed in her mind; it was only going to make things messy and she did not need messy; she needed a job. "I don't exactly know what these feelings are and the more I try to figure it out, the more I get confused so that's the reason I have to speak to you.""I think you should see a doctor," she said and his face scrunched up in a frown."W
Ronan watched her take out her phone and contemplate whether to take it or not. He would not usually call her at this time an expert; it was an emergency because it was stated in their contract. He watched her press her eyes shut and then take up the phone. She cleared her throat, using her hand in a fist to cover her mouth before she slid her hand across the phone and placed it on her ears."Good morning, Mr Quinn," she began. Her voice and the expression on her face did not match at all."Morning, Ms Richards, look up," he said. He watched her look up straight and then his head began to go from side to side slowly until she spotted the car. "Aren't you going to come?" he asked when she remained rooted to the place she stood."Why should I, sir?" It was obvious she was adding in the last part to create an illusion of space between them and her tone told him that it was not going to be an easy thing to convince her to come. "I do not begin work until an hour from now," she replied. Sh
"How is work going?" Elara thought the question was directed at her so she pushed down the food in her mouth quickly to answer."It's a new experience but I think I am already getting a hang of it slowly," she replied."I think that's fantastic; if you get a hang of it quickly, I am sure you will be promoted quickly by the board," Elliot said before pushing a forkful of eggs into his mouth. He looked in the direction of his son; he knew that when Clara had said she wanted to ask him, she was asking him to lead the conversation and she would pick it up from then. "Ronan, what about you?" he asked.Ronan looked up a bit surprised. His parents liked having these kinds of conversations but he always told them to leave him out of it, even though it really did not work that way. They obeyed his wishes a bit and did as they wished sometimes."It's been the same for me," he said silently as he continued eating. He began to fill his mouth so that he would not be able to say anything if they as
"Let us sit for breakfast," Clara said as the staff finished setting up the table. Elara and Isla sat while Clara went to get Ronan and Elliot. She was halfway up when she saw her son come down. "Good morning, Mom." "Good morning, son." She passed by him and stopped to look at him. He looked worried and she knew that asking him was going to be an effort in futility. If he was not telling them without asking, then no matter how much they pressed, he would not say a word. She wondered if things were getting tough for him to handle. She knew that asking was futile but she was still going to ask because she cared. She went to the room to get her husband. "You are running late for breakfast this morning." "You left the bed before I could see your face." Clara was an early bird and instead of laying in bed, she always wanted to be up on her feet doing something so she would leave the bed to ensure that everyone had good meals in the morning. "I have told you time and time again that I
Elara got into the room and sat on the bed. She took out her phone and saw about five messages from him.Let me know when you get home.Did you get home safe?Why are you not responding again?Did I do something wrong?Elara?She smiled at her phone and how cute he was being. She typed her reply to him. I am sorry I am just responding; I got in safe; I was just held at the door by Mom and Isla; they wanted to know where I had been.EZRA: So did you do a good job?ELARA: A good job at what?EZRA: Hiding where you had been.ELARA: Of course, don't you trust me?EZRA: I do trust you. I was not just sure if you would be able to wipe off the smile from your face because I can't. I have looked in the mirror twice and I am still smiling.They continued to exchange texts until Elara finally fell asleep; she had not had the chance to get out of bed and take off her clothes, hoping she would take them off when she was done texting him but the time never came.By the time the morning sun seeped
Elara got into the house after a few minutes of driving. She thought since it was late she would sneak into her room and just call it a night. Her phone vibrated with a message on the screen and she smiled, knowing who it was. Her smile deepened as she stood by the door, her bag in one hand and her phone in the other. She replied to his message before putting her phone back into the bag."Why are you smiling so much?" She looked up to the voice of her sister and both her mom and sister were standing side by side."I was not smiling," she replied, trying to wipe the smile off her face but she knew it was not working because her cheeks hurt. Since she poured out her mind at Ezra's place, she had been smiling a lot, and her heart felt light as a feather."Yeah, tell that to your curved lips and rosy cheekbones," Isla replied, taking gentle steps towards her with a smile on her face. It was not the kind of smile that showed one was happy; rather, it was a sarcastic, mocking smile. "I have
"I don't want you to leave," Ezra said, holding onto her hand as he walked her to the car. When they had finally been able to pull away from each other, he made her a quick and easy chicken recipe. She had the meal and blushed all through. It was already a few minutes past ten and because Elara mentioned that she needed to be at work the next day, she had to leave."We can see tomorrow," she said, holding tightly too."It is obvious you don't want to go too," he said. Stopping, he tugged on her hand to cause her to stop. She turned to him and tilted her head to the side."Of course not; it's late and I need to go.""Says who?" He leaned in and whispered."What am I going to tell my family?" she whispered, understanding the hidden meaning in his words. "And no matter what, I don't think that is right; we only got back together today and you have yet to ask me to be your girlfriend.""I thought you asked and that should be okay for us both," he said, pulling her hand so she was closer.
Elara and Ezra finally pulled away; he held her head in his hand and brushed back the hair on her face. "Do you know how long I have been waiting to do that?" he asked, gently rubbing his hand across her face."Me too," she murmured, bending her head out of embarrassment. She knew she was coming there to bear out her heart to him; she did not know that she was going to be the one to kiss him first. "Don't bend your head; I want to look at your face," he said. She wanted to jump back and call him out on his cheesiness but she liked the way it made her feel. She blushed, feeling blood soak up her cheeks as butterflies filled her stomach. "Why did it take you this long to come if this is what you wanted as well?" he asked."I told you, I was afraid," she murmured. Her tone was low and it was obvious she was trying to pick a side; she was not sure if she was embarrassed by what had happened between them or if she was happy it happened. There were mixed feelings and she was still trying t