/Brian’s POV/“What the hell is going on?” I question her as soon as we step out of the lounge not minding if my questions will cause a scene in the cafeteria. “What does it look like” she answers my question with another question. “Why did you suddenly show up with so many people to create a scene at my welcome party after I made it very clear to you that I am not interested in which ever drama it is that you are cooking?” I question her again “I thought I made it very clear that I came over to film the first episode of the reality tv show, so why are you making such a scene here?” She questions me back. “That aside, why did you go ahead to announce that I no agreed to join the show when I made it very clear that I wasn’t interested” I question her again because I have a lot of questions for her. “what other avenue can I have to make you and Jayden Connors bastards life a living hell if not the reality tv show” she questions making me blink back in shock at the level of confidenc
/Meelah’s POV/After getting out of the elevator, I made my way to the cafeteria as per Samantha’s instructions only for me to realize that they want me to be on ground in advance so that I can join them in welcoming big boss Brian. I was low key pissed that I was taken out of my newly comfort zone just to to be a party to what they wanted to do, but I didn’t dare show it in my expression or my countenance because if there is one thing that the events that have been happening from Saturday’s has thought me, it is the fact that people can take the liberty of generating over a thousand story that is not true based on their perception of what your mood looks like. I have been through a lot already, and I didn’t want to start dragging a non issue just because I was not interested in tote welcome party so I plastered a smile on my face and pretended to be interested as we made preparations to welcome Brian kings. I was hoping that the whole welcome party will start and end smoothly, but
/Meelah’s pov/“Do you want to be the one to order or how do you want us to go about it?” I ask Brian as soon as I pick up the menu since that is what almost everybody is doing more so, I need an escape so that I won’t start looking stupid being sandwiched between Brian Kings’ and his ex-girlfriend. “I will go with anything that you order,” he finally speaks up after a long pause which makes me blink back in shock because I only asked him for formality's sake, I wasn’t expecting him to give in and allow me to order for us both, I just really wanted validation that we both were allowed to do out things separately before I will start hearing gossip over something so simple. It is so frustrating that I have to be overly cautious over minimal things like this, but it is what it is. “Are you sure that she is aware of your likes and dislikes,” Eloise cuts in, making me resist the urge to tell her to get her nose out of my business because it is just so annoying that she is hovering around
/Meelah’s POV/After Eloise left Brian and I, I pretended to be so focused on my food while making noise of appreciation as the foodgit my taste buds, and it wasn’t because the pineapple teriyaki tasted like anything out of the ordinary, I just had high expectations for it and it didn’t meet up to that expectation, but I didn’t dare show it in my countenance because it was obvious from Brian’s expression that he was going induced hell fire treatment because of the food in front of him, so I had to increase the way I was forcing myself to act like the food was giving everything that it was supposed to give. U didn’t know how deep Brian kings hatred for pineapple flavored stuff runs, but it was really satisfying to watch him suffer because his momentary suffering couldn’t even compensate for everything that he put me through today After the meal,I made sure that I escaped from the crowded and to do that I had to go through the stairs so that anyone familiar won’t walk-in on me inside
/Brian’s POV/I have been suffering since I had lunch, worse still the cause of my suffering is so uncalled for but the heroines of chaos in my life have decided to put me through this hell because they want to prove a point to each other. As for Eloise, I know that she is obviously pissed about how I told her about the true status of our relationship, but she forced my hand and now that I have done it she is probably trying to prove to her self that she is not as worthless to me as I think she is, but the truth is that nothing she does can change how I feel about her more so our history is in the past and it can never be revisited under any circumstances. As for Meelah, she was exhibiting pettiness that I was not expecting from her and playing up to Eloise game which is just totally u called for because everyone knows where they stand with me, so what is the need to try to prove a point? People that knows me well knows that I hate pineapple with passion, but o ku a few people kno
/Meelah’s POV/I make my way out of the dining room angrily only for Edens call to come in and almost make me want to send my phone crashing into the wall out of anger because I really want to talk to my bestie,but this is not the time and place for that. I am at a point where the the only thing I can accommodate on my plate is my own emotions, I can’t afford to start processing and processing how someone else is going to feel via how I chose to react to what is being said to me. “Relax……” I try to calm the fury burning inside me because G mama always emphasizes that if I am dealing with things, I should try to control my anger instead of being destructive and dealing with the consequences of my hot temper later. I watch the phone ring as I stop in-front of the staircase, trying to perform breathing exercises to control my anger as I grab the phone firmly. The phone finally stops ringing only for it to start ringing loudly again after a few seconds. “This won’t do……I need to rant
/Meelah’s POV/“I can see that you have stopped protesting” Brian whispers making It is more than difficult for me to concentrate on what is playing on the flat screen television. no matter how I try to settle my mind that seating on a guys laps is not supposed to be so much of a big deal,especially when that guy is somebody like Brian Kings that I see as off topic,I still can’t stop thinking about it because everything that is going on is one hell of a big deal to me. I am somebody that likes keeping my hands to myself, so I don’t indulge with public display of affection that has to deal with touching other people, and I don’t care if that person is a make or female, it is just not in my nature to be touchy so tell how so much can be going on all at once and my virgin mind will be able to behave itself?the video stops making Brian and I the main focus of the event, and the scene happens to be here Brian announced that the “food is here” and instead of airing the showdown that happ
/Brian’s POV/After Meelah angrily walked away to change her clothes, I settled down to eat because I was not ready to jeopardize my food for a non issue, only for Eloise to start moving mad in my direction and making me extremely comfortable. When I saw that the food option was not working well, I stood up from the dinning and went to seat in the sitting room so that we can get the movie premier over and done with so that the crazy woman can return to her house,but Eloise came from the dining that I left her on to specially plant herself beside me with the excuse that the love seat is directly ibfront of the tv and she needs to get the best Angle for her videos. I sat on the chair boiling because I couldn’t wrap my head around why Eloise is making so much fuss over a movie premier that she must have watched before it was aired then an idea popped into my mind and I decided to take the movie premier to the cinema in the house. I excused myself out of the sitting room to talk to th