/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
/Meelah’s POV/“Your phone has been vibrating for the past fifteen minutes now and you have not made conscious effort to check who it is” Brain calls my attention to the phone that has been sturrbornly vibrating on one side of the desk. “I am sorry for the disturbance, I wasn’t expecting the vibration to be loud enough for you to hear” I apologize as I quickly skim through the pile of document on the table to navigate the phone. “I actually flipped the Ring/silent switch so that I won’t disturb you, but I don’t understand why the phone is still not totally silenced” I explain so that he won’t think I intentionally did what I did, since we have been doing a lot of clarifying for each other for the past few days so that we can coexist peacefully. “Flipping the Rjng/silent switch won’t send the phone to total silence, you need to put the phone on DND” he calls my attention to it “Doesn’t the Ring/silent switch and DND do the same thing?” I question him because sometimes I use DND, s
/Meelah’s POV/“It’s better for me to face my destiny instead of sulking over here”I console myself after a few minutes of sulking as I pull myself together to start working. I scan the documents on my table and I realize that I still have a very long way to go, and there is just no way I can crash everything in the next five hours. “Let’s tidy up this baby so that I can pick up the pressing task to tackle within the next few hours, then I will sort the rest out over the weekend” I decide as I get down to arranging my abomination of table. I sort out the files on my table very fast by bookmarking it from the most important and the least important because I am don’t thinking I am a super woman that can crash everything at once, so let’s see how going bay a steady pace work for me. I put on my desktop and open up Microsoft excel where the new schedule that I started working on for Brian since I officially resumed work is, and I start to look through the materials one by one so that