Abby He had actually gone inside and that really made me feel sad. Whatever that supervisor had been saying to me after that simply did not reach my brain as expected. I mean, Lucas did not even see me and that really made me feel stupid. I thought about it the best way that I could and all my mind was telling me was that he had already gotten what he wanted from me. It was around this time the supervisor called my attention and told me I had not been paying attention. She asked me if I was feeling bad over how the boss had spoken to me and I told her no. She then said she would let me off and asked me to return to my seat."That was intense." Sarah said as she looked over to me. "Are you okay?"She had already finished the coffee and this right now was when I needed it really bad. I seriously wanted to lash out at her but I knew that would make me seem crazy. I smiled and told her that I was fine. She returned her gaze to her computer which actually sat down well with me. I mean, it
~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
Abby He had actually gone inside and that really made me feel sad. Whatever that supervisor had been saying to me after that simply did not reach my brain as expected. I mean, Lucas did not even see me and that really made me feel stupid. I thought about it the best way that I could and all my mind was telling me was that he had already gotten what he wanted from me. It was around this time the supervisor called my attention and told me I had not been paying attention. She asked me if I was feeling bad over how the boss had spoken to me and I told her no. She then said she would let me off and asked me to return to my seat."That was intense." Sarah said as she looked over to me. "Are you okay?"She had already finished the coffee and this right now was when I needed it really bad. I seriously wanted to lash out at her but I knew that would make me seem crazy. I smiled and told her that I was fine. She returned her gaze to her computer which actually sat down well with me. I mean, it
Lucas My reaction to Abigail was really hurting me but at this point, I was already battling with so much. There was a high chance that my best friend was being cut open at this very moment and he might not make it. I did not want to live with the memory that after he left, I was already taking advantage of his daughter. That would haunt me forever. I would have rather she and I come clean to him together. That way, there would be clarity in everything we did. All I needed was his phone call to tell me that he was doing alright after the surgery. On her own part, Abigail was already making me nervous. I saw how beautiful she looked and had we not been doing these things secretly, I could have gone over to embrace her. It would mean so much to calm me down that I have a feeling for her. Besides, she looked really beautiful when I saw her. I wondered if she had taken her time to dress up for me or something. I decided that I would avoid her for the time being and stay here praying tha
Lucas I was unsettled even as I drove back home. Lucinda knew what she was playing at and I just had this hunch she had an ace up her sleeves. Clearly, she had told those cops that I had been the crazy ex. There was no way in the world the duo could have known where she was if she did not mention, or even that she would be passing a certain way. It was all intentional and I was already angry. I drove in a frenzy with a clear cut promise that I would pursue this case.Home, it felt like I was in a strange place. It was tossing and turning around all through that I had to keep dealing with as the memory of what had happened with Abigail kept playing through my mind. Clearly, I had betrayed my best friend and the trust he had for me. I didn't even know how I would face him should he return and that was not compared to how I would feel when he called me. I also knew that skipping his calls would do no justice which meant that I would face him eventually.But then, why did I feel like it
Abigail It took a lot of smiles from my face to make Jack calm down. I felt really bad this time because I should have at least given my own coffee to Sarah and taken his own, that way, I would have known what it tasted like against a day like this. But then, I recalled that I also had not asked him to make me coffee nor did he ask me after my preference. He went on to assume things and I went on with my life. If anyone should be feeling bad right now, it should be me.Nevertheless, I noted how at first, he had smiled wearily like he was forcing it. I wondered if he wanted me to notice it or something. Whatever the case may be, I was not really moved at the moment. I simply watched his reaction and then told him I needed to start going back to the office as there was a ton of work there for me to do. He nodded immediately with a smile that was a little nerve unsettling. I realised I was not cool with him being around me. What would Lucas think when he sees us this way? If anything,
Lucas It was really a slow drive and several times I had to hit my horn to tell her to pick up pace but she was obviously out to make me feel frustrated. I could tell she was enjoying everything that was happening and took her time with it all. One time, I had been so pissed that I drove up to her side and looked at her. She was nodding her head to the music she was playing and I was calling out to her for her to listen. I knew she could hear me but just kept playing her games which got me really pissed as I fell back behind her. I told myself that I had signed up for this and definitely had to see it to the latter.I thought of a form of distraction from her behaviour and then it struck me, Abigail. The mere thought of her made me feel like I had gone away from Lucinda's shenanigans. I thought of her soft skin that I should have stayed back with instead of coming out here to be provoked beyond measure. At least Abigail would listen to me when I asked her to do something and she was
Lucas I know very well that it was a flash of some sort and not some lightning. I looked down now at Lucinda, anger was already coursing through my veins because I did not know what had actually happened. I had my suspicions but there was little or nothing I could do with mere speculations unless she told me what it was. She was watching me from where she sat on the ground and suddenly, she started laughing. I would never know what was amusing her right now but I knew she had done something. With Lucinda, one thing was certain and that was the paparazzi and their willingness to come capture the latest scandal.I squatted now in front of her as I levelled with her. She did not seem fazed one bit about my demeanor and that was going to mean one thing. She had it all figured out already and had already gotten what she wanted. I asked her again, this time in a softer tone with hopes that I would cajole her into telling me what was going on."Tell me, Luce, is there something I should kn
Lucas All I wanted was to stay with her in that space. Abigail was everything I wanted. She was my dream and my fantasy. I realised as I was laying on the bed watching her sleep that she was the one I had always been in love with. She ticked all the boxes for me and as a man of great intents, I knew deep down that I desired a lot from her. I realised that she must be exhausted and hungry when she wakes up and that I needed to get us something to eat. I recalled how most times her father and I would be out at the Chinese restaurant with her to eat. She always seemed to enjoy herself with some Chinese and I decided to get some. Thinking about the memory of those times, this very moment was beginning to make me feel like some sort of pedophile. Hell, I had watched this girl grow into a woman and now, I had tasted of her womanhood. Tell me what other thing is more sick than that. I decided to leave her side for now and go get ready. Getting into the bathroom, a thought crossed my mind a
AbbyIt was a really beautiful moment with Lucas and I wished so badly that it did not have to come to an end. I mean, where was this wishing fairy when you needed her to grant a simple request because I wanted to plead that I be allowed to keep this man for the rest of my life. He was just so nice to me and I realised that if he asked me to dive into the ocean for him, I probably would. Unless my father of course would lose his heart for his daughter. But everyone gets the point.The moment he asked that I lose the panties, I stood up with a smile and then slid it down. He watched me intently and I was wondering if he was already thinking of going back on his promise. I was already sore and wanted to tell him that the private suite was out of service until now but still, I said nothing. I had the panties in my hand and waved it to him. He smiled."Let me have it." He said to me and I raised my brow suspiciously.Nevertheless, I stretched my hand across to hand it to him but he would
Marcie's POV I cleaned up my tears and tried to keep my voice clear so that he does not get worried and start asking a lot of questions."How are you doing, my beautiful daughter?" my father asked through the phone call.I responded to him and waited to hear the reason why he called me on the phone at that time.He usually called me, but I preferred to keep my distance as I would not want to work in his organization with him. There were also some side deals that were done there, and I was against them also. "I can see you have forgotten about your father, but it is not a problem at all. I have something to share with you, and I know that you are going to love it," he tried to raise my hopes.I had already made my decision to strive for myself regardless of his health and properties."Alright, Dad, tell me what you think I would love," I said to him. I did not want to just reject what he had to offer without hearing it from his mouth. "That is my girl. Okay, there is this thin