Miranda’s P.O.VI returned to the house around four in the afternoon to get ready for the dinner party. Davien had opted to stay a while longer, since he had an impromptu meeting with the board of directors who wanted to discuss a few things with him before the party. I’d gone straight to my room after arriving, showered for half an hour, and then emerged from the bathroom squeaky clean with my hair damp and smelling like vanilla. I was trying out a new shampoo, and let’s just say that I was loving the results so far. I don’t think my hair had ever felt this silky.After blow drying my hair, I took a curling iron to create beach waves. I was thinking about dying my hair black for a change. I just wanted something different, I wanted to be a different version of myself. I guess I’ll find the time to do that in the weeks to come.From a distance, I heard the front door open and some footsteps going up the stairs. I assumed that Davien had just gotten back from the office and was now rus
Miranda’s P.O.VSasha continued to glare at Davien’s mother, who seemed unphased by her presence. She took a flute of champagne from a nearby waiter and took a huge sip from it. Once done, she handed it to one of the burly men escorting her. Everyone had pretty much gone back to what they were doing but kept one eye in our direction. I stood there, looking lost and like I’d rather be anywhere else but there. I was about to step away into the crowd when Davien’s hawk like gaze landed on me. “Who might this bellezza be?” she asked, golden eyes flashing with curiosity. I nearly crumpled under her intense stare, that is, until Davien decided to step in to rescue me.“She’s my personal assistant, Miranda. Miranda, this is my mother, Giorgia,” he said, and once again placed his hand on the small of my back. Giorgia extended her hand to me, which I hesitantly grasped in a slow and unsteady shake; unsteady because my hand was shaking. There was something rather intimidating about this woman,
Third Person’s P.O.VCamille had never been overly fond of attending big social events where people made it evident that they had lots of money and many connections. The evening was rather bland, with nothing much going on. Most of the night consisted of her keeping her eye on Miranda, who didn’t seem enthused to be there more than her. She was just about to fall asleep in her seat when suddenly the music got more upbeat, and couples began to occupy the dancefloor.Like the gentleman he is, Jason offered her to dance and she happily obliged. He wasn’t exactly the best dance partner out there, but he wasn’t a complete dud on his feet either. It was a distraction that she very much needed if she was going to last an hour or more at the party, which she wished she had ditched instead of attending. But Michael had insisted that she attend, for the sake of reconnaissance. So far, she had gathered little information on Miranda, or Davien, whom they both suspected were somehow romantically i
Miranda’s P.O.VAfter what happened last night, I have been avoiding Davien which is no easy feat. I mean, we live under the same roof, and we work at the same place, so you can imagine how badly I am failing at this. We came back last night, and the car ride was extremely tense and awkward. I was fidgeting the whole way, and from the corner of my eye, I could see that Davien was calm as always, but his grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles white, which made me think he was just as uneasy about this as I was.I won’t lie, kissing him was probably the best thing I have ever experienced, and it made me feel alive. I liked it so much that I didn’t want him to stop; I want it to go beyond that. I had to remind myself that a) I’m still technically a married woman, albeit getting a divorce and b) he is also technically my boss. For a moment, I let myself get carried away by these weird hormones and emotions that get activated whenever I am around me. I knew it was wrong, but damn, he
Miranda’s P.O.VMichael was finally able to sign the divorce papers and today, we would be meeting in order to make settlements concerning how we would split our assets in a fair proportion. I’d told my self to be calm, because there really was no point in me meeting up with him and his lawyer if I was a nervous wreck. I’d gotten the day off from work thanks to my somewhat lenient boss.Speaking of my boss, the last couple of days have been extremely awkward. We hadn’t spoken much as he was completely swamped with work, now being the full time CEO, his duties had in creased tenfold. He had to make sure that every department of the company was functioning optimally, having several meetings with stakeholder and various potential investors. Also, there was the fact that he was thinking of expanding to Europe, which would involve a lot of travelling. Right now, there were talks of buying a marketing firm in France, and that was his main preoccupation.My meeting with Michael and his attor
Miranda’s P.O.VI used a back exit in order to avoid Christian seeing me. My mind was too clouded with anger for me to see anyone that I know, and as such, I knew that Christian would notify Davien of my upset behaviour. Let’s just say I wasn’t in the right frame of mind, and I was a little embarrassed from how I’d handled the situation back there. It was so unlike me to have such a violent outburst but lately, Michael had been pushing me into a tight corner. It would only be normal for me to react that way, or at least I think it was. I should have at least knocked him out in the process…I needed some air, hell, a lot of air so I opted to walk around aimlessly for as long as my legs would allow. Good thing today I’d worn flats otherwise I’d have looked like a complete idiot, wandering in the streets with stilettos. When I’d married Michael, I’d never thought that he’d be the type to hurt me this much, and a part of me that still loved him was utterly disappointed. Let’s face it, you
“Can’t you move any faster?” I spoke in impatience, literally on the edge of my seat.Donovan gave me the side eye before training his attention back on the road ahead. “You need to relax. I can’t control the traffic with my mind and you know damn well how bad it can be at this hour. It’s rush hour, dude. Why don’t sit down, and keep your mouth shut otherwise I’ll throw your ass out of my car,” he seethed in utter annoyance.Rolling my eyes, I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms, to keep me from fidgeting with them. I just wanted to get to the pub and make sure Miranda was okay. Heaven only knows what kind of people she was currently surrounded by and what they were doing to her. She certainly didn’t belong with that kind of crowd and if anything, I was really upset with her for even stepping foot in such a shoddy establishment. We’d been on the road for almost an hour now, due to the flow of traffic that seemed to be more stagnant than anything. I’d have taken my own car, but Ch
Miranda’s P.O.VI woke up with an unfamiliar sensation pulsating through my head. It was akin to a sledgehammer being repeatedly smashed against my skull and I almost screamed out loud at the intensity of the headache I was currently having. With my eyes still closed, I sat up straight and held my temple with both my hands. I groaned out loud as the intensity would not subside. Maybe a shower would help ease the pain, I reasoned mentally and then slid out of the bed ever so slowly. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the lovely (not) sun’s rays, making me squint them until they adjusted to the luminosity before I went into the bathroom.I didn’t immediately go into the shower but searched the cabinets for some pain medication or a first aid kit, and thankfully I found a bottle of Tylenol. Taking a glass from the same cabinet, I popped two tablets into my mouth before washing them down with water. After, I looked in the mirror and finally noticed just how unkempt and discombobulated I