I've always loved working with people who prioritise work-life balance. I even make it a policy in my company for the employees to work a maximum of 8 hours a day at the office. Heck, we even set a reminder on each of their PC to ensure they take a break every 2 hours by disabling any function for 10 minutes, just to force them to walk around and do some stretching. Also, to ensure meetings don't go too long because efficiency is all about wrapping things in a short time, not dragging it with unnecessary info. But Richard Green is an old school man. That's why I prefer to work with Claudia, his daughter who took over his company ten years ago. Too bad Claudia is on maternity leave for a year so Richard is back with his old school methods. Thus this long hour meeting. I hate to break my promise to my kids but I had to when Richard decided we're gonna stay until we fix this problem. Luckily Emma is there, well she's always there to pick up the pieces. I thank God for her presence in
I flee the scene like a coward last night. And I've been restless ever since. My last resort to reset my mood back instead of being affected by her, is to spend time with my precious children. But I have to admit what I did last night, was a total dick move. If a guy does that to my daughter or sister, I will fucking kill him for bullying them like that. So yes, I want to kill myself so bad ever since I got out of there. Hating her doesn't give me the privilege to treat her that way. She's the mother of my children, for God sake."Daddy! Our cookies were sold out yesterday!" Mason is smiling brightly when I enter the dining room. Contrary to his cheerful vibe, Mimi who’s sitting right next to him is pouting while harshly stabbing the chicken sausage on her plate. "Really?" I ignore the little girl and sit at the end of the table. "Yes! We were sold out in only three hours!" "Good job, Mace! I'm so proud of you." I smile at him but the little girl lengthens the pout, almost reac
I don't know when did he leave my place last night but I seriously can't believe how childish he was. I mean, crushing the cookies? And stepping on them? That qualifies the mental state of a three year old. But it's fine. It's fine because I managed to gather everything and secured them in the same food container. It's fine eventhough they don't look like cookies right now, at least I still have the crumbs. I still have something from Mimi and Mason. It's fine Augustine, because one day I will take a cookie and shove it down your throat so you'd choke and die from it. Hmph! He already took the twins from me, why can't he just let those cookies slide? Did it give him the satisfaction he craved? Destroying my heart over and over again? Take a deep breath Evie, because, it's fine. Be the bigger person. I told Carrie and Lydia about it, and they were beyond mad. They even wanted to attack him at his office. But all of us know better than to do that. I'm still waiting for the perfect
I drank a lot after the heartfelt confession from my bestfriend. Or rather, my unpaid psychologist. Just when I'm walking towards my building around 3am, a man in black suit suddenly approaches me. Great, which politician did I offend now? Whose bodyguard is this? "Miss Tanner, Mr Knight is waiting for you in the limo." Limo? What? I turn to my right and yes, there's a limo parked next to my street. Urgh, the source of my unhappiness. He's sadly mistaken if I'll go and see him after what happened tonight. Or last night. Evie forgives but Evie doesn't forget okay. "What if I don't want to go to him? Hmm?" I slur, pretty wasted yes I admit it. "I'd advice against it, Miss Tanner." I laugh, "Huh? Is it? Well, okay. Advice me against it then." I don't know what I'm talking about. But I think I said no to him. The door of the limo suddenly opens and out a man in a tuxedo. Well, well. The mighty Knight is in his shiny armour, only this time the horse has turned into a limo. Wait. I
"You're gonna stand there the whole night?" It's not night, it's already morning asshole. Early morning. Veeeeery early morning. He lies down on the bed again, perhaps tired of waiting for me to make a move. We've been staring at each other and I know I should go to him but I can't, my feet won't let me. They have pride despite what my unfaithful mouth said just now. "Take all the time you need," he murmurs with eyes closed, arm rested on the forehead, "The more time you take, the longer it will be till you see them." A freaking bully! That's what he is! But I managed to find some strength to overcome my rebellious inner self, and take a step closer to the monster. "Hm," he opens his eyes sensing my presence, "Finally." "Can't we talk like two civilised adults? Co-parent like other divorced parents?" Because I really don't want to have sex with him. He sits up again, "You broke my trust for so many times, and you want us to talk like two civilised adults?" He must have gotten
Have I mentioned how much I hate this apartment? Like on the scale of 0 to 10, I'd give it a hundred. I fucking hate this place. And I've only been here three times. Putting her sweaty body on the bed, then covering it with a piece of blanket, I get up and walk towards the kitchen, hoping to find a bathroom somewhere. I need to wash all these sticky fluid on my cock and find a cloth to wipe her since she's already closing her eyes the moment her head hits the pillow. There's a big fat chance she won't be waking up until a few hours later. There's also a big fat chance I just signed up to be a father of three. Seriously, how can I forget about the one thing guys should remember; bag it before you tap it. Urgh. Well in my defence, we've never bagged it. She has always been on birth control. Which I'm not sure if she still is. Nevermind, there's always Plan B. Sliding the shower curtain aside, I can't help but to curse seeing a small square space with a shower head on the wall. Bloo
When I'm on my way home after cleaning a house at the upper east side, I see a black seems-to-be-too-expensive-to-be-here car parked at the street next to my apartment building. I know instantly it's him. So I walk to the car and stand next to the door, about to knock on the window when it rolls down as if he knows I'm out here. "Open the door for Miss Tanner, Charles." He commands his driver that immediately goes out of the car and jogs towards me. "I'm tired, nuh-uh, I'm not going anywhere." I shake my head as I move my index finger left and right signalling a no. "I'm not gonna fuck you on that death bed." He mutters annoyedly through the window. Charles is standing next to me since I'm still talking to the boss, blocking the door he wanted to open. "Too bad then, go fuck yourself in your castle, Knight. Toodles." I straighten my body then turn to Charles who looks like he's trying hard to hide his smile, "Good night, Charles." "Good night, Miss Evie," he replies politely as
He's been coming here almost every night. I would see his car parked in front of my apartment building and when I reach my place at the third floor, he's already there next to the door, waiting for me. We don't talk much these days, it's purely business by going straight to fucking. Unless there are times when I couldn't take how disgusting I felt with the sweat from cleaning houses and offices that I'd shower first. I know, why should I bother. I was gonna get 'dirty' anyway. Believe me, I'm disappointed with myself too. For wanting to get the best experience when we do it. As if I wanted to do it, not being forced to do it. Screwing my toxic ex-husband? Pathethic. Screwing somebody's fiancee? Whore. Using his penis for MY orgasms? Double whore.Humping myself shamelessly on him until he cums? I certainly can't be helped anymore. That's it, I'm a lost cause. But when I see my calendar, counting days till the day we will finally talk about me seeing the twins, it's all worth it