"Dinner? I can't have dinner with you," she said and he frowned."Well, do you have anything else you have to do? I can wait and we can have dinner later," he said and she wondered if he was the same person she spoke to in the morning. She leaned into the table and shook her head."I told you that our relationship is strictly professional so why would I have dinner with you after work?""You can assume that this is overtime," he said, turning the char and standing up."Am I going to be paid for overtime?" she asked and he nodded."If you want, then you can write a report and I will sign it," he said, moving over the table so they could be side by side."So what is this? A dinner or work?" She asked, dropping the tablet to the table and folding her hand across her chest while turning to face him. "Is this about work to personal life? Why are you willing to pay me to have dinner with you?""Because I want to have dinner with you and this seems to be the only way to get you to do it.""W
"This better be good," Elara said as she walked into the kitchen. She was preparing for her date with Ezra when she got a message from her brother. He said it was urgent that they all had to be at dinner tonight; she had to cancel on Ezra, who said he understood when she could hear the sadness in his voice."Are you worried about it being good or are you worried about our brother? I have known him for a hundred years now and this is the first time he is requesting for us to gather," Isla replied, popping a chip into her mouth."He told me he had a guest and I guess this has to do with the guest" Clara replied. She had been overseeing the cooking going on in the kitchen when Ronan called her, telling her that he had a guest he wanted to treat to dinner and he seemed to want to start any rumours with the restaurant. She had asked him to bring them home without thinking about it. Whoever it might be, she was eager to meet them. She turned to her daughter, who was eating, and snatched the
The entire table went silent as they heard what Ronan had just said. If they had been eating, particles of food and water would have been flying across the table. They all had stunned expressions on their faces, including Noelle, who sat there upright and unable to move.Elliot was the first to recover. He cleared his throat, looking from Ronan to the girl. "Why are you asking us? Shouldn't you ask the woman you want to date?" "I want to ask her, but she has so many excuses as to why we can't be together," Ronan replied, smacking his lips together. "Then what can we do to change her mind? Giving you our blessings does not make her want to date you," Clara said. "It's her choice, and if she says no, then no it is." "But yet no one has answered my question," Ronan replied. "If she agrees, would you two agree as well?" "Bringing her here and asking us this kind of question right in front of her is a bit..." Clara trailed off for lack of better words. "You know that we have never disa
"You do not need to take me home; I can go by myself." Noelle stopped and turned to him; she smiled faintly as she wondered how she was going to get any sleep. Everything that happened today happened so fast that she had been barely able to comprehend any of it. Ronan confessed to her in the morning and then again in the evening in front of his family. She was not sure if his family would accept her as they did; after all, everything was easier said than done but still, they seemed to be warm towards her all night."Wait up!" Clara called after them. They both stopped and turned to the woman speed-walking toward them. She stopped and turned to Noelle with a smile on her face. "I know that we seem far away because we are rich," she began air-quoting the word rich with an eye roll. "But we are normal people and one thing I want for all my children is for them to settle down with someone who loves them as much as they love them. I am not saying this to put any pressure whatsoever on you;
Elara swallowed the lump in her throat just because she could not take it anymore; it felt like someone had taken time out of their busy day to tie up her throat, and it felt itchy. She cleared her throat and straightened her back as she walked through the restaurant.She looked to one table in the corner; her boyfriend Micah's back was to her, and she took a deep breath, clutching tightly to the handle of her purse. As she approached the table, she wished that this was different.When she first caught on that he was cheating, she did not believe it one bit because there was no way that her boyfriend, who swore to love her even though he was too closed off to show it to her, was showing another girl with flowers and chocolates and dinner dates; she could believe that the same man she had been with all these years was cheating on her.But when her sister called to tell her that she was getting out and that everyone knew that he was getting married to Zara, she knew that she did not sta
"You are the heiress?" Elara asked, letting out a long laugh. She was angry to meet her boyfriend with a woman, but it amused her that this woman was pretending to be the woman she hid from Micah all these years. She did not want anyone going after her for her family money and influence but for who she was. "But I hear that no one knows what she looks like, so how can we be sure that you are the one?" Elara followed with continuous laughter. She was sure that her siblings would have a field day with this information if they got to hear it. Her father had been the expert at keeping his children away from the public and had only introduced her brother Ronan when he was twenty years old to the media because he said he had to learn the ropes of the business. Since Elara stayed hidden from the press, it was easier for her to live a life of freedom. "Are you saying that I am lying?" Zara asked, shifting on her feet uncomfortably. "Of course not; how can I call you an impersonator?" She
"Regret this? Regret marrying to the Quinn family?" Micah scoffed like she had just told a lie. "I don't think so," he said with a smirk on his face."Oh, boo, don't listen to her; she must be crazy," Zara chimed in."Crazy? You are calling me crazy? I am the crazy one here?" She said, looking around, hoping that the people around her would help her judge the matter."Both of you are shamelessly out here cheating on me, and you think I am the crazy one? In what world are you the sane ones?" She did not even know she had those kinds of words brewing on the insides of her."If you know he is cheating on you, as you said, why don't you let him be?" Zara asked, air-quoting the word cheating. "Moreover, if you were never in a relationship, why would it be cheating?""Did he say that?" Elara asked, quietly dropping the plate in her hand to the table and cleaning off the soup residue that had stuck to her hand on the napkin. "Did he tell you that we were not in a relationship?""Well, he did
Elara held her cheek as the words she had been saying were now lost in her throat; she could not believe that she had been slapped across the face by Micah's mistress. The two of them stood there, Zara's chest rising and falling in annoyance as she balled her hands into a fist by her side. "Imposter? Who are you calling an imposter?" She screamed at her. The entire restaurant was now fully focused on them. The couples who were there on dates would probably think that the show before it was more enticing than their date. "I guess you must really be an imposter," Elara replied. She had always been a confident girl, but meeting Micah had done something to her and made her believe that for her to be accepted, she needed to be sevirle and submissive to everyone, and everything around her meant that she had forgotten the training that her father had given her. "Do not call me that," Zara said through gritted teeth. "Why should I?" What else am I going to call you? You are here claiming
"You do not need to take me home; I can go by myself." Noelle stopped and turned to him; she smiled faintly as she wondered how she was going to get any sleep. Everything that happened today happened so fast that she had been barely able to comprehend any of it. Ronan confessed to her in the morning and then again in the evening in front of his family. She was not sure if his family would accept her as they did; after all, everything was easier said than done but still, they seemed to be warm towards her all night."Wait up!" Clara called after them. They both stopped and turned to the woman speed-walking toward them. She stopped and turned to Noelle with a smile on her face. "I know that we seem far away because we are rich," she began air-quoting the word rich with an eye roll. "But we are normal people and one thing I want for all my children is for them to settle down with someone who loves them as much as they love them. I am not saying this to put any pressure whatsoever on you;
The entire table went silent as they heard what Ronan had just said. If they had been eating, particles of food and water would have been flying across the table. They all had stunned expressions on their faces, including Noelle, who sat there upright and unable to move.Elliot was the first to recover. He cleared his throat, looking from Ronan to the girl. "Why are you asking us? Shouldn't you ask the woman you want to date?" "I want to ask her, but she has so many excuses as to why we can't be together," Ronan replied, smacking his lips together. "Then what can we do to change her mind? Giving you our blessings does not make her want to date you," Clara said. "It's her choice, and if she says no, then no it is." "But yet no one has answered my question," Ronan replied. "If she agrees, would you two agree as well?" "Bringing her here and asking us this kind of question right in front of her is a bit..." Clara trailed off for lack of better words. "You know that we have never disa
"This better be good," Elara said as she walked into the kitchen. She was preparing for her date with Ezra when she got a message from her brother. He said it was urgent that they all had to be at dinner tonight; she had to cancel on Ezra, who said he understood when she could hear the sadness in his voice."Are you worried about it being good or are you worried about our brother? I have known him for a hundred years now and this is the first time he is requesting for us to gather," Isla replied, popping a chip into her mouth."He told me he had a guest and I guess this has to do with the guest" Clara replied. She had been overseeing the cooking going on in the kitchen when Ronan called her, telling her that he had a guest he wanted to treat to dinner and he seemed to want to start any rumours with the restaurant. She had asked him to bring them home without thinking about it. Whoever it might be, she was eager to meet them. She turned to her daughter, who was eating, and snatched the
"Dinner? I can't have dinner with you," she said and he frowned."Well, do you have anything else you have to do? I can wait and we can have dinner later," he said and she wondered if he was the same person she spoke to in the morning. She leaned into the table and shook her head."I told you that our relationship is strictly professional so why would I have dinner with you after work?""You can assume that this is overtime," he said, turning the char and standing up."Am I going to be paid for overtime?" she asked and he nodded."If you want, then you can write a report and I will sign it," he said, moving over the table so they could be side by side."So what is this? A dinner or work?" She asked, dropping the tablet to the table and folding her hand across her chest while turning to face him. "Is this about work to personal life? Why are you willing to pay me to have dinner with you?""Because I want to have dinner with you and this seems to be the only way to get you to do it.""W
'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