"Hi there," Elara let out and then cleared her throat. Her voice had come out a bit more high-pitched than she had thought it would. "Hi there," she tried again, trying her best not to sound as nervous as she felt. "Hi," he said, raising his hand and waving awkwardly. She was tempted to smile as that moment reminded her of the first day she invited him over and he came. He had been so afraid that her parents were going to dislike him and was nervous and did awkward things. However, he became so accustomed to her family that he was always over, and her parents asked of him regularly. "Do you want to come in?" she asked, pushing the door back so he could step in. "Well, I came here so I could come in," he said, and then let out a nervous chuckle. She closed the door as soon as he stepped out of the frame and led him to the living room. "You can have your seat," she said, hanging around like she was uncomfortable. She was uncomfortable after all; there was nothing quite comforting ab
She jumped out of his arms and stood a distance from him. "Can you give me a minute?" she asked, walking away and getting into one of the restrooms. She locked the door from inside and looked in the mirror. "What was that?" she asked herself as she stared at her body. She stayed for a few seconds trying to steady herself before walking to the kitchen and taking a jar of orange juice. "Have this instead," she said, walking in with the jar visible enough for him to see. "What is that?" he pointed at it as she walked and stopped in front of her."Orange juice," she said as she set it in front of him. "Why?""You said that you did not have that again, so I am trying to switch it for you." "It is nice to think about you," he said, and she hiccuped, letting out a strained sound from her throat. "I mean, it is time to taste grapes again; funny, I still like it." "You still like it?" "Yes," he nodded, staring at her as she stood there with a confused expression on her face. "The juice,"
"But still, it is great to see you like this," she said, trying to clear the awkward air. She cleared her throat."Yeah, it is," he said, taking a sip from his cup. He shook it a bit, allowing the shallow liquid in the cup to move around. "Were you going to reach out to me?" "What?""I mean, you got back; I was just wondering if you were planning on reaching out to me to let me know you were back." "To be honest, I did not think of it," Ezra sighed. That was one of the reasons he liked her; she was always truthful and did not care about what anyone thought. "When I got heartbroken, all I could think of was to find solace in my family; I am yet to think of everything else that might happen," she continued. She saw the displeasure in his face and she knew that she needed to appease him in some way. "I mean, I am sure we would have run into each other eventually," she added. She was not sure if it was the right thing to say or not but she still said it. "It's fine," he said, trying
"You told him to leave?" Isla gasped, unable to understand what her sister was saying. "He looked as if he was about to confess and it would be messy if I let him do that." "Why would it be messy? You are single and so is he." "Isla, how can you suggest something like that? I had just broken up with my boyfriend and he was engaged until yesterday. If we get together, do you know what kind of news would get around about us?" "Who cares what others would say?" Isla said frustrated at her sister. "This man must be head over heels for you; how can someone hold onto love in their hearts for eight years?" "Up until yesterday he was engaged and then suddenly he is showing up at my house, telling me he is not engaged anymore and wanting to confess feelings to me.""I know it sounds bad but at least he is not married already." "It's as bad as him being married already," she murmured, taking the bag of chips from her sister and pooping a few pieces into her mouth. "What is so bad about i
"Are you seriously going to support our daughter and allow her to act so foolishly?" Sarah asked. She was lying on the bed with her back to him. Carlos thought that something was wrong when he got inside the house and she was nowhere in sight. There was no food on the table and the television was not running. He wondered if she had begun to take the night shift again since the house was dark and quiet as if not a single soul was in it. "I thought you began the night shift again," Carlos said, turning on the light. She stayed in the same position she had been since she got back from her shift. She could not bring herself to act as if the situation her daughter was in was the normal thing. There was nothing normal about it one bit. "I told you that I can do that again," she murmured, wondering why her husband was acting as if it were okay. "Are you going to allow your daughter to impersonate and defraud someone like this?" she asked, going back to the topic. "Why isn't there anything
“What else do I have on my schedule for the day?” Ezra asked, lifting his head to Mary, who stood with an iPad in front of him and was updating him on all he missed from yesterday. After he left Elara’s house, he did not go home; instead, he went to a restaurant that overlooked a small river and looked out there until it was time to close. "Aside from the meetings of yesterday that I was able to reschedule, I don't think that you..." The iPad in hand vibrated and she trailed off because she was not sure if her eyes were deceiving her or if the message that popped on her screen was real. She tapped on it and her eyes scanned the contents as she read it. "You know I hate it when you trail off like that," he said and she lifted her head slowly. "I am sorry, sir; it's just that I think you might need to see this," she said, giving him the tablet. He took the tablet from her and read through it. "Olivia-Marie," he groaned angrily, knowing that this was all her. "What are you going to
"Elara, you need to see this," Isla burst into her sister's room. She was seated by her desk with a canvas in front of her. It was a small one; she and Isla had gone out and gotten all the art supplies she needed and even though Isal wanted to buy clothes, Elara had been able to successfully convince her not to buy clothes and that they would be back. "Did you throw all your manners away?" Elara asked, not turning or reacting to her sister frantically barging into her room. Elara knew it was just some kind of gossip and she did not appreciate it. When she was just about to get into the spirit of drawing, Isla came in and made all of it go away. "There is no time for manners," Isla said, walking to the table and sitting on the edge of it. "Really, when has there been any time when manners did not matter?" Elara asked, dropping the pencil in hand to the table and swerving her chair so she could face her sister. "Well, I understand what you mean but if you saw what I saw, then I am s
"Why do you look so sad?" were the first words that came out of Micah's mouth when he opened the door for Zara to come in. He studied her face and could tell that something was wrong with her at one glance; her face was bent in a frown and worry lines had appeared on her forehead. "Sad? I am not sad," she replied. She had come to his house today ready to tell him that they could not live in the mansion or any luxury house. She did not have the capacity to provide that for them, but she was sure that if she could overcome this hurdle, then she would be able to do anything. Finding housing was important, and she was sure that this was how she would get caught."Well, your cheeks look as if they have seen better days and your eyes—your eyes are just..." he trailed off. He did not want to upset her; if she said that she was not sad, then it was wrong of him to keep pushing her. "If you say it's nothing, then I am probably overimagining things," he added.She did not like that he stopped
Micah squeezed the phone in his hand angrily; his mind could not help but run with ideas as he wondered who it was that had picked up Elara's phone. He had not been sure up until now if he wanted to pursue Elara like his mom said, but somehow the idea of her being with another man sent anger through his body. He had thought somehow that she would end up alone, and he did not know why he thought that.Elara being out with a man at this time meant that she had moved on easily. He sat behind the desk in the ministudy he had crafted for himself. He needed to get work done from home and had changed one of the rooms to that. He swept everything on the table to the floor, everything in glass crashing to the floor with a loud smashing sound."What was that?" Cora asked as she pushed the door open. She was in the room too quickly, as if she were just around the corner. She looked at her son standing over a heap of files and shatter glass. "Don't move," she screamed when he tried to walk away.
They finished eating and retired to the car, where they stayed talking and Ezra was constantly trying to sneak kisses as much as he could. When it was already getting late, they both knew they could not be out any longer. For Elara, it would look weird that she spent the entire day out of the house for a solo date. She was shocked that when she was about to leave the house in the morning, her mom did not make a fuss about it and just let her go. She had expected at least a few calls checking up on her, but they never came. She was not sure how she was supposed to feel about the situation."Shall we go?" Ezra asked, and she nodded. They had both tried to avoid leaving, but eventually it came."Should we do this again tomorrow?""What? Sneaking around on a date?" he asked with a smirk on his face, teasing her."Yeah," she responded with a smile, facing him in the car. "Let us sneak around tomorrow again," she said, and he laughed. "What is so funny?""At first you thought it was a bad i
Elara gets to the parking lot; she settles in her car for a moment before walking over to Ezra's car and getting in. She had warned him not to get down to get the door or anything gentlemanly like that. She kissed his cheek as she settled into the chair."Is that all I get? After waiting a week?" he asked in a grumbling voice."What?" she asked with amused fits of laughter breaking from her."I mean, all week you kept cancelling our dates.""Because I did not want to get caught," she cut him off to explain. She would be sad if he got the wrong idea, and she knew that he knew and was just trying to throw a fit for a kiss."I know but now that you've seen me for the first time all week, shouldn't you be happier and kiss me better?" He asked plainly, causing her to blush. She planned to kiss him later but his asking outrightly made her stomach twist with joy."Ezra!" she gasped as she hit his hand gently. "How can you be so brazen to say such things without thinking too much about it?" s
It was finally the weekend, and Elara was happy because they could go on their date in peace. Ezra had somehow found a way for them to go together. He told her to drive her to the nearest station, and he would pick her up from there. She did not know if it was a good idea, but he had made her see reason. That way, after the date, he could drop her off at the station, and she could take her car with her and be on her way home."Don't you think you'll be tired after driving a long distance?" Ezra asked her when they spoke on Friday evening. She wanted to tell him that she could easily make the trip to and fro, but she was not even confident in herself, not because she could not drive, but because for her, driving was only a wanted skill and not a needed one. She was more inclined to sit in the passenger's seat and act calm while someone else did all the heavy moving."I had thought of it too," she began, as she could not believe that all it took for him to convince her were a couple of
"You are here to apologize to me?" Elara repeated her words back to her in a question form. "Why? Is Micah not good to you? Do you want to return him back because he is not exactly what you saw on the outside?" the questions left her mouth faster than her mind could comprehend.She did not intend to be mean and even though she was grateful for her breaking them off she could not help but still feel a little hurt. As at the time it happened she did not know that it was going to be a favour for her so her feelings at that time were valid. "Elara...""Oh does my life that looked so rosy from the outside not look as good as it did anymore? Is Micah unbearable? And his mom? Do you not like her anymore? Just because she does not want you around?" Elara wondered where she was getting all of the words from and how easily she was able to articulate herself to him."I mean most times poeple's life look like a dream when you are looking at it from the outside, once you are in it you get to know
Elara wondered why on earh Zara would come see her other, she had thought that after she made sure they got together that she had nothing to do with them anymore but unfortunately they seemed to keep showing up around her. She sighed as she sat on one of the couches in the middle of the room. She kept wondering what she could be there to say and if she was supposed to be kind to her.Somehow she was grateful to Zara, if she had not swooped in and taken Micah from her she would have been a hundred percent convinced that the man loved her and she would have stayed with him. With his attitude and that of his mom she would have been out of that house sooner or later. It was obvious that she had been saved from a bullet bt she was even more grateful to her because it had helped her connect back with Ezra after all this while and everything in her life seemed to be taking shape.She gulped and faced the door when the door opened, her assistant stepped into the room with Zara following close
"Its the weekend; want to go on a date?" Ezra asked Elara over the phone."Yes, but where are we going?" She responded without thinking twice about it. They were still in a private relationship and it was not yet time for them to tell the world. They were yet to tell their families so who could they get caught in public?"My place?""Isn't your father back?""We can tell him I offered to help you review some files," he suggested."Ezra Thatcher," she said, laughing. "When did you become such a good liar?""A liar?" he scoffed as if he were offended. "You can bring some files with you and we can speed up time together and I can help you" he said, sounding so proud of himself for being able to come up with such a solution."This sounds like a bad plan, and we wouldn't be doing it," she replied."I have another plan," he said in a hurry."Okay, then what is?""I'll show up at your house and announce to your parents that we are dating; that way we do not need to sneak about and can have a
"What is bad? What is very bad?" Ronan murmured. He was about to speak when she began talking. "This" she pointed between them shaking her head. "This is wrong on all levels and should not be happening between us" " Huh?!" He was confused. He did not think anything had happened between them to make her react like that. "I work for you, you are my boss. This is wrong" "What is wrong?" "You know what I am talking about" she said and he shook his head. The room fell silent with his eyes going from left to right on the tablet in hand. He finished and looked up at her with a dazzling smile that can make the heart beat crazily fast or even stop breathing all together. "Want to go for dinner tonight?" "Yes..." She trailed off as she realized what was happening. She had said yes without thinking about it. "No sir, I meant no. I do not want to go to dinner" she began the words pouring out at once. "Are you sure?" She did not know if the expression on his face meant that he was t
Noelle stood in front of Ronan's door. The memories of everything that happened yesterday flooded her mind. She spent the entire night tossing and turning and when her alarm went off this morning she was very close to calling in sick. The thought quickly left her mind when the possibility of him showing up in her neighborhood to check on her taunted her. She did not need Felix to see him there, she knew he was always watching her somehow and Ronan showing up at her doorstep was not good news for them both. She was glad that his office and hers was away from public eyes or else everyone would have wondered why she had spent over ten minutes contemplating whether to go in or not. She rubbed her hand on her skirt and raised it ready to knock. The door flew open before she could knock. Her hand hung in the air as she cleared her throat looking from side to side. She never knocked once and now she was about to knock. He looked at her with furrowed eyebrows and then turned on his heels.