Lucas I finished work and decided to go straight to the restaurant reservation. By this time, every staff member including Abigail was already gone from the office and I made my way to my car. I got inside as I started driving to the place.As she has said, it was a private reservation in a room away from the rest. I informed the receptionist and she called someone to lead me inside the VIP areas. This was a really big restaurant.The moment I entered where our reservation was, I noticed that Lucinda was already there. She smiled as she saw me and I first observed my area.There was this redness to the room from the lights to the seat that made me feel a lump in my throat. What was this sly she-cat playing at this time? She herself wore a rather low cut dress that exposed most of her cleavage that had me wondering if her plot was to get laid.There was a bottle of wine on the table and table water. Along with a ring up button."See, private." She said to me,I nodded as I went to tak
~Lucas~ I sat behind my desk, scrutinizing the financial reports in front of me, when the door swung open. I raised my head to see my best friend, Gavin Wellington walk in, he’s the only one who comes into my company like he owns it. Always grins like he's the most handsome fella in the world, but today his usual carefree demeanor somehow felt broody.I became alert, wondering what was disturbing him.“What’s wrong?” I asked my tone firm but laced with concern, leaning my back on the chair comfortably as I studied him. He dropped into the leather chair not far away from my desk, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me.He let out a sigh and scrunched his aristocratic nose up, “I’m sick,” he declared.My brows furrowed, “Well, this place ain't a hospital my dear friend. Get your ass outta my office and go meet a doctor,” I said and he let out a sarcastic laughter.Of course, I knew that wasn't the main purpose of him coming here, the Gavin I know doesn't like it when I know h
~Abigail~I stood in front of my closet, scanning the array of clothes hanging before me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I ought to be happy leaving Toronto for Montreal, where I'd lived all my life, but then I'm going to miss Toronto.It's already a part of me, studying here for four years like a normal student without people knowing who my family is. I wasn't the spoiled child; yes, I loved attention, but not the one filled with fake people.Packing my clothes feels like hard work right now. I'm so going to miss my room, people in Toronto, and school. I'd inhaled the scent of my wardrobe; that warm feeling crept into me.“Are you going to stare at your wardrobe all day, Abby,” I heard Taylor say; her mouth was filled up with cereal, and that made her words sound funny.She's my roommate and one of my close friends here in Toronto. I'd actually asked her to help me pack up since I'd been feeling too lazy to do so.“Nope, I'm just looking for things to pack and things to leave.
~Abigail~ We were surrounded by the gentle murmurs of other diners. The smell of grilled salmon and freshly baked bread filled the air. I expected dad and I to have dinner at home prepared by Aunt Meg, but dad decided we should go out on a dinner date and spend quality time together.I loved the atmosphere here in the restaurant. It's a 5-star restaurant and can only be reserved if you're a VVIP and you've booked three months earlier, but my dad and I with other little privileged people can just come in anytime, any day. That's one of the advantages of being a Wellington. The view here makes Montreal far more beautiful, especially at night. The landscapes and buildings are just top notch if you're looking from this restaurant's view.I sliced into my steak, a small smile on my face as I recounted the moments with my friends.“Toronto is amazing, Dad,” I said, my eyes lightning up.“The food, the culture, and my friends—oh, you remember my friends, Taylor and Mike, right?” I prattled.
~Abigail~I sat at my assigned desk going through the stacks of old contracts that Uncle Lucas, or should I call him the grumpy old uncle, had handed me earlier. The room buzzed with activity, but I felt like an outsider, almost invisible. My focus kept drifting back to the uncomfortable meeting I had with Uncle Lucas this morning.It was my fault. I wasn't concentrating, yet he shouldn't be that rude to me in front of all those seated in the meeting. I won't lie underneath the anger I felt; embarrassment was there.Trying to focus back on my task, once I was done with the HR, Mr. Ethan asked me to take it to the grumpy old uncle's office. Immediately I got to this office, I met his assistant, Ray.“Are you here to give Mr. Lucas this?” he asked, looking at the files in my hands, and I nodded my head.“Alright, give it to me; he's busy now, but I'll drop it at his table,” he offered, and I smiled at him. Finally, someone who is nice to me on the first day at work.I smiled at him, “T
~Lucas~ As Abigail stormed out of the office, the door closed with a soft click, and I leaned back in my chair, a sly grin tugging on my lips. Her expression—tight-lipped, eyes flashing her—gave her away. No doubt she was angry, which almost made me chuckle. I hadn't expected her to agree to her father's request, and moreover, the way she took my criticism, I thought she would snap at me and quit, yet she hadn't done any of that.The look of her barely containing her anger flashed in my head, and I chuckled. She does have her dad's temper, and it is far more entertaining than anything I've ever come across. When she had walked into the meeting room, her beauty had caught me off guard. I hadn't seen her since she was a teenager, all gangly limbs and shy smiles. Now standing right in front of me in that smart business outfit, and her gingered hair styled in a bun made her look more like a mature lady who radiated from grace. Her delicate face was one of a kind; those slim lips were t
~Abigail~I watched my dad walk toward the plane, the tarmac beneath his feet gleaming in the late afternoon sun. The harsh roar of the engines in the distance drowned out everything else. He had his suitcase in hand, his expression focused but calm, the usual air of authority about him. I could tell he was trying to hide it, but I could see the faintest trace of unease in his eyes as he glanced back toward me.“Be good, Abby,” he called over his shoulder, his voice carrying despite the noise.I tried to smile, but the knot in my throat wouldn’t let me. Instead, I simply nodded, hoping I didn’t look as miserable as I felt. Dad didn’t like to show emotions, and I could already tell this trip was going to be harder for both of us than he let on.It wasn’t just that he was leaving for two months; it was the fact that his business trips meant no communication for the most part.“Daddy, I’ll miss you,” I whispered to myself, but of course, he was already inside the plane, heading toward hi
Breaking Point ~Abigail~I was buried in my work, my fingers tapping away at the keyboard. The ache in my back and shoulders had long since become a dull throb, but I chose to ignore it. I had so much to do, and I couldn’t afford to stop now. If I could just finish this report, maybe I’d take a break, maybe grab a coffee, maybe even go home early.“Abigail…” I suddenly heard my name.I lifted my head with a slight groan, expecting maybe one of my team members but what I saw instead made my brow furrow with confusion.Lucas.“Grumpy old man!” I muttered under my breath. His eyes met mine, sharp and piercing, as though I were some sort of puzzle he was always trying to figure out. The slight lift of his brow, his typical half-smirk, only deepened my discomfort.“I need you to come with me,” Lucas said, his voice calm but firm.My brow furrowed further, and I leaned back in my chair. “Come with you? To where?” I didn’t like the sound of that.“Meeting,” he said succinctly, tilting his
Lucas I finished work and decided to go straight to the restaurant reservation. By this time, every staff member including Abigail was already gone from the office and I made my way to my car. I got inside as I started driving to the place.As she has said, it was a private reservation in a room away from the rest. I informed the receptionist and she called someone to lead me inside the VIP areas. This was a really big restaurant.The moment I entered where our reservation was, I noticed that Lucinda was already there. She smiled as she saw me and I first observed my area.There was this redness to the room from the lights to the seat that made me feel a lump in my throat. What was this sly she-cat playing at this time? She herself wore a rather low cut dress that exposed most of her cleavage that had me wondering if her plot was to get laid.There was a bottle of wine on the table and table water. Along with a ring up button."See, private." She said to me,I nodded as I went to tak
Abigail He was playing with my emotions. He did not need to say it but I could tell very well what he was doing.However, I decided that I had enough of Lucas stirring the wheel and cut him off at the but. I knew it would not go down well if I had let him continue because it would all lead straight to Jack again. Would he not try and understand that there was absolutely nothing between Jack and I short of the fact that he was my colleague. The only one that cared deeply about me even.Eventually, he succumbed and I was impressed at the straightforwardness of his apology. One would even mistake him for the gentleman he was portraying. Well, trust Lucas to ruin everything and this time he made the claim that he did not antagonize his staff.Wait, his staff? What was I? Because from the very first day I had come to his office, it had always been me on the receiving end of his antagonistic behaviour. Everyone knew he hated me and now, he wanted to play saint? Nor at all.I decided that I
Lucas She did not even let me finish. Not like I was going to say anything far from what she imagined because I wanted to let her know how compromising their position had been. Anyone who would come inside at the time would definitely begin to think there was something deeper between them both. I did not want that. I could not imagine Abigail being attached to another man as all I desired was that she be mine. Even though that was beginning to seem like wishful thinking.She could have stayed back where she was. Why on earth did Gavin have to bring her back to torment me? I would not blame my friend. He probably had not the tiniest hint of ideas that I, his best friend, was in love with his daughter. He would no sooner demand my head than approve it. However, I was going to remain grateful to Gavin for one thing. The fact that he had allowed her to even come close to me was something I will not trade for anything else. I was glad I had her company.She was waiting for my apology. Th
Lucas I needed the air. Staying in here with her was really suffocating and I was not even referring to the noise. Hell, I could sit down all day and watch her make her call without feeling a single tinge of anger. She was really beautiful and her voice was soothing.I wanted to even try to speak to the clients on the list but as expected, I flopped. Abigail had this all figured out and I would be a big idiot if I tried to do it again. I managed to get through one phone call and that was it. I knew I had done my best and handed her the phone.Alright, Abigail. Go ahead and laugh. I had seen her gleaming as she probably was wondering if it would be nice if she said it to my face. But she retained it inside and took the next call smoothly. That was all I needed to leave. I went out and when I came into the staff quarters, I noticed how they were looking at me. Good thing I stepped out before they started to think that there was something between Abigail and I. I started strolling aroun
AbbyI could notice how bright this young man's attraction towards me was. He was a great friend to me but I was trying my best not to make it seem that I was just out of reach. I blamed myself and my unnatural attraction to an old man who would never be mine. Hell, he even had himself his own girlfriend and here I was fawning over him despite his harsh treatment towards me.I smiled at him because he was still such a great friend to me. He did actually care about me."I did come. I noticed you were away." I said to him,"Oh, I mean, did you get my little gift?" He asked me, expectantly.Oh, I remember. I felt really bad that I was about to lie to him about the coffee drink."Yes. Very lovely. I enjoyed the coffee. It was really nice. Thank you, Jack." I said to him,"You're welcome. You know, I did not actually know what flavour to get you and I decided that I should get you that one." He said to me,Now, I didn't even know one bit about the kind of coffee he had given to me. Thank G
Abby He was really enjoying all this, right?It was clear that he wanted to frustrate my entire efforts and I was letting him get to me. I glared severally at him but Lucas did not seem to care when I asked him if I could leave. He had demanded that I sat down which I respectfully did.Seriously, I needed to meet someone who knew him as a child as it was really clear to me that he must have been a really selfish one. How on earth would he keep blackmailing me with my own words and all I could do was watch him. It was like I did not have anything to say for myself. He would instantly avert everything to me quitting just to dare me and I could tell he would mock me before my father as a quitter. Besides, if I was going to manage my father's company, it was all going to depend on his assessment.Far be it that he should say I was inefficient and lazy. Or that if my father eventually hands the company to me, he would lay on the nepotism narrative. I wanted to pass through his annoying be
Lucas I was a jerk, right? I had just kept pushing with my demands and ultimately when I started to speak about her trying to get the attention of Jack, it had been as a way to call her to order. How on earth would I have known that she would in fact begin to claim that whatever she had to do with him was her personal life. A personal life with Jack or anyone right now was not good enough for me. I needed to always be in the know of whatever she was doing and whoever she was seeing.She was not having herself a personal life and that's final.I lost my cool and started to seek further ways to have her hurt. She had to know somehow that I was bleeding in my heart even though I knew she would not even care however I was feeling but I just had to try for both our sakes.Seeing nothing was being achieved by the whole back and forth argument with her, I demanded that she go wash off the makeup. In my own twisted mind, it would hurt her and make her out of the eyes of others. Although, tha
AbbyHe was baiting me clearly but I would not stand it. What was even wrong with him?I had carefully left my seat for his office as he had demanded while he went to see off his girlfriend. All my insides were boiling from both rage and jealousy combined. It was as if he had taken a double edged sword and drove it right through my chest but I tried my best to maintain my cool.Yet, I could not help but wonder why he had kissed me if he was going to flaunt his woman the very next morning. It was as clear as crystal that he meant to hurt me but why kiss me back then? My mind was wavering with contempt and worse still, I wanted to find something to hate about Lucinda. I mean, I tried to find flaws about her and then I happened to settle for her artificialism. I mean, she certainly had work done on her body. Her breasts were done, she had botox and fillers on her face even though somehow, hers were not botched. Her ass too was done.Was that what he preferred? Women that had work done? I
Lucinda "Come on, Jarvis. There should be something for me." I cried out to my manager.Six months now and still the directors were not willing to forget that one mistake. I had been unable to get any role as everyone would rather avoid the actress with the scandal. How that tape had leaked was still something really baffling and right now, all I could do was wallow in both regret and shame.Jarvis had constantly warned me against dating Molloy but I would not listen. He was rich and hot and not to mention, he was from a royal home. I was already envisioning myself as his wife and how this sort of fairytale romance would boost my career. It would get me places. I mean, the fact that I was even affiliated to him was already getting me roles.I might be good but that was not enough in the industry. There were others even better. It was all a game of knowing what the directors wanted and having the right contacts.But then, the tape leaked. Neither of us had any knowledge of how but Mo