MARK’S POV “Let me take you home” I offered. “No, thanks” Emily declined, and increased her pace towards the elevator. “It’s pretty late, Emily. I will be restless if I don't take you home” I insisted. “Why don't you leave me the fuck alone, and take her instead!” She yelled. “Her? Who? What are you talking about?” “Mark, I’ve had enough of your disrespect. Just leave me alone” She retorted with disgust. “I honestly don't know what you are talking about” My frustration was growing, but Emily didn't give a hoot. “The lady with your cousin. You said you were going to clean her up and smash her, didn't you?” Her voice had turned from annoyed to accusatory, and jealous. I had to laugh. “You're fucking disgusting, Mark” She hissed and entered the elevator before I could say anything else. I followed her, still laughing. “I can't believe you still have that in your head. I was only joking”. “Whatever” She dismissed, and pressed a button. “Why are you even being jealous? This is u
POLLEN'S POVMy gaze was fixated on the papers in my hands as tears freely seeped down my eyes. One of them was another rejection letter I found in the mail when I returned from the Beckham's, the other was the marriage contract. I didn't want to believe it could get this bad, but the papers were staring right back at me, a glaring evidence that everything I badly wished wasn't happening was my new reality. I wasn't a good writer, at the same time, pregnant.I squeezed the contract I was supposed to sign angrily and tossed it in my bag, then neatly folded the rejection letter and added it to the collection. My eyes were very blurry from crying, so I went to the bathroom to wash them before heading towards the door. But I stood there as a series of events from the last time I had an altercation with my mother over the blind date fluttered in my head.FLASH BACK:That night, my mother was coming out of her room when I stepped out of mine.“ We need to talk” I said to her, but she threw
Raymond’s POV I had just finished from the office when it came to my realization that I was supposed to be meeting up with Little Miss Pollen. "Is she still not taking her calls? " I asked Ken, from where I was comfortably sitting; at the back seat of the car. "No, Sir " I beat my bottom lip and clench my fist. "Take me to her” “Yes, Sir” "Let's see what is so interesting about her life that made her forget our meeting" I mumbled. I swiped through business news while the journey to her place lasted. The soft hum of the car made me look away from my iPad. We were at our destination; it was my second time in the neighborhood, but I was still very much overwhelmed at the unhealthy state of the environment. As I scanned around, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. The houses in the background are small and unimpressive, with one of them painted in a hideous shade of green. The street is lined with power lines that crisscross the sky, adding to the overall sense of d
NATASHA'S POV I was sitting in a grand, opulent room that exuded an air of luxury and elegance. The ceiling is a mild pink, adorned with intricate patterns and a large chandelier that hung from the center, it casted a warm glow throughout the hall. The walls were also pink, but they were decorated with gold accents that added to the room's opulence. The room was filled with tables and chairs, all arranged neatly. The tables were covered with pristine white tablecloths, and the chairs were upholstered in a soft, plush fabric. The tables were set with elegant tea cups and jugs, ready for a sophisticated gathering. I reached for the delicate blue tea cup and took a slow sip. “Oh My goodness, Natasha” Latisha exclaimed. Latisha, the bottom one; her face is framed by long, curly brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Her makeup is done in a dramatic style, with her eyes accentuated by dark eyeliner and mascara, and her lips painted a subtle pink. She is wearing a light blue dre
RAYMOND'S POV As I stepped into the grand hall, I was greeted by a long, rectangular table that stretched out before me. The table, as usual, was attentively set with laptops, papers, and a vase filled with white flowers. It added a touch of elegance to the scene. The chairs around the table were of brown leather material, and neatly arranged. Everyone was already seated, and the presentation had begun not long before I pulled in. I could hear the murmur of conversations and the click of a powerpoint presentation in progress. The attendees were engrossed in the discussion, their faces turned towards me immediately I entered and took my place. The one doing the PowerPoint presentation was no other but the effeminate Jazz. He has been in charge of the design sector since I joined the company. "I think the only thing left is to find befitting faces for the runway display " Jazz said. "What about the models we usually use? " Mark, my cousin, asked. "Good question " Jazz smiled broadl
POLLEN'S POVI walked into the mansion in stealthy quiet footsteps as a cat would do. The servants didn't seem to know what to make of me, as they looked me over with open curiosity and concern before quickly going back to their routine chores without even giving me a second glance. As far as I knew, none of them looked like they wanted someone like me around. Since I didn't know what to say to each of them, as they walked past me, I just waved. Just like you expected, no one reciprocated, until I reached the stairs to God-knows-where - I-was-headed. Then, one of the maids smiled at me and urged me to come with her head, saying quietly. I felt a sense of peace wash over me and took a deep breath before movin5towards her." That's the sector for the Boss" She smiled at me again, when I got to where she was standing." I'm..."" The new maid" She jumped slightly with so much glee." I'm Lily. Have only been here for a a month now. How about..."" Lily!" An aggressive voice called from u
POLLEN'S POVI scampered around in the room, confused on what to do. I wasn't familiar with the mansion yet, but I was pretty certain that I couldn't stay here. She mustn't meet me here. Just when I was about to reach for the door knob, it twitched open and the door hit me hard on the face." Arrgh!" I cried out, stumbling backwards, rubbing my head forehead."Ouch. Didn't know you were there" She said, looking over her shoulder as she stepped into the hall. "Sorry. I didn't see you." She walked to one side of the wall opposite me so that she was facing me.As I stood up straight again, I looked at her face. Her blonde hair fell over her right eye, and her lips were curled in what seemed like a smile. "It's okay," I said, taking a moment to compose myself." So this is where he chose to hide you" Her ridiculously high shoes made clicking noises against the floor as she walked past me, making sure not to touch my sleeve or anything. I looked so small next to her, with my slightly port
POLLEN'S POVI had to blink repeatedly to ensure my eyes weren't fooling me." I didn't do this to her!" I moved about in the single sofa, where I was made to sit before them — Raymond and Natasha, like I was some petty criminal. They were watching my every move, with their own expressions of disbelief on their faces. " I swear I didn't do it! believe me" I stressed." Cupcakes, you know I wouldn't lie to you right?" Natasha said slowly, wrapping her hands around Raymond who was seated right beside her. He pulled her closer, his eyes angrily glaring at me.No doubt, I hit Natasha across the face when I returned with a glass of water to meet my laptop in that miserable state. But that was it, I didn't give her a black eye and a split lip. My hands didn't even touch her lip." She only bled a little be..." I was still at it when she cut me off." You heard that right? I even bled" She gestured at her bloodied mouth. " When I asked if you read the Contract, what did you say?" Raymond's