POLLEN'S POV It was night already, and the sound of the rain drizzling against my window made it all the more unbearable. I hate the rain, it reminded of memories I want to never think of, things I want to forever forget. I turned over on my bed, trying to get comfortable. But every move I made worsened my situation, so I turned on the lamp by my bed. My phone was on the lamp stand as well. A habit I’ve picked up since I got here. As it was now too late to ask the maids for anything, something I didn't even want to do if not for Raymond, I decided to get myself a drink. I snuck out of bed and and quietly walked downstairs. The lights were all off except one room upstairs, where I could hear Raymond's voice. He was probably on one of those endless business calls. Once I managed to manouver my way through the dark and made it to the kitchen, I grabbed a glass from the kitchen cabinets and made to reach for the vase of water when I stepped on something wet. Before I knew it I was fal
Morning came and I jumped out of bed when I realised Raymond had told me about a hospital appointment the previous night. In a flash I was out of my nightie and standing half naked in the centre of my room. I tied my hair up and made for the bathroom when I heard a gentle tap on my door. My heart lept as I scurried back to the bed for the nightwear I just took off. Throwing it over my body again I went to get the door. A big smile that was obviously fake was plastered on Pamela's face when I opened the door. “Good morning, Ma'am ” She greeted in a mild tone and brushed my side as she walked her way into my room. “Good morning, Pamela” I slurred. Unsure if calling her by her name was right or wrong, but definitely certain she was wrong to barge in on me like she did. “Mr. Beckham, he asked me to come assist you” Pamela paced the room as she spoke, staring at the deco with obvious dissatisfaction. It made me wonder if we met in our past lives and didn't end well. Because that was t
The speed she used in finding Lindsay after confirming her brother is doing is crazy, every student she walks pass giggles and turns to stare at her, but she is too busy trying to find her friend to give a hoot.But why would Malot pull such a trick, was it to get her out of her class or a revenge for being worried for her friend who happens to be her daughter.Lindsay is at the cafeteria placing an order when Mildred saw her, she runs to her, startling her in the process."Lindsay we need to talk" Mildred begins to tug at her friend, but Lindsay is bent on getting her order herself instead of waiting at the table for ages before a waiter brings it." Everyone wouldn't stop talking about the half-breed. What have you done this time around?" Lindsay mutters with arced eyebrows." I don't care about what people are saying right now. Hunter is back!" she states, anxiety piercing through her voice."I know"Disappoint crept on Mildred's face when Lindsay said that."Nothing is new to you"
NATASHA'S POV I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, the shimmering green dinner gown I am wearing was specifically designed by Beckham's Fashion house for me in particular. "What do you think, mom? " "You look great. All eyes will be on you" "As it should be" I had a cynical smile while I said that. My mother looked at the clock and gasped. "Oh my God, you are more than late already! This is no longer being fashionably late, you might miss the event at this point" "I don't mind " I muttered calmly as I sprayed perfume around my neck and behind my ears. "I'd rather miss the Award night than to show up early and find out that Raymond lost to Daniel or someone else " "Ohhh ... I see" I spun to face my mother, then took her hand. "Mother, I'll never allow myself get shamed again, at least not in front of the whole world" My mother only stared at me. I bet she was wondering why I was suddenly like this. "And I want you to do same" She nodded like a child in res
POLLEN'S POV "...that they observed a defiant smile on Morlock’s face just before the lethal charge was routed through his body.” I read the last lines of of ‘The Accused’ with tears seeping down my eyes like a river. "Why did he have to die?" I dumped the book by the side and rested my back on the couch of my living room to cry even more. A knock on the door interrupted my mourning for Morlock. I quickly wiped my tears before heading to get the door. I opened it and Lily was standing with tray that had supplements and water. " I just figured out you haven't had your supplements today" " I totally forgot too" I searched my head in embarrassment. " You'll be going to the hospital with me tomorrow" She walked into my room with the tray as she spoke. "Why? The last time the doctor was here, he said we are good" " I know. This time is to check the baby through scanning. We'll get to know the sex too" Lily smiled like she was the mother,and for some reason it irritated me. " But
POLLEN'S POV Having stayed indoors for more than three hours after letting him know his food was served, I thought he should have finished by now so I went out to get the plate. When I lifted the first stainless steel food flask I knew he hasn't touched it, just like other days. I went to the room and called Pamela. " It's been three days of working my ass off in the kitchen to make something nice for him" I started immediately Pamela answers her phone, "He neither comes down let alone touch the food" " Please don't stop because he didn't eat any of the meals you've cooked so far. You never know when he'll give in. " Give in" I scoffed in amusement, " Did you just say ‘give in’? I never asked to be his cook so why are you sounding like he'll be doing me a favor if he eats my food?" " That's not what I mean, Miss Pollen" " Whatever. Tomorrow will be the last day I go inside that kitchen to make anything for him" I fired and ended the call before she could say anything else. "
RAYMOND’S POV “Have you reached out to her yet?” By ‘her’ I was referring to the the alleged owner of the designs my company was accused of plagiarizing. “No. She seemed to have disappeared” “But have you gotten any pictures of her?” “Not yet” “This doesn’t even make any sense. How do we track her if we don’t even know what she looks like?” “Find a picture of her or submit her voice recording to a forensic linguist. If we can’t get to her through her pictures we might as well resort to using her voice” “ Okay, sir” The call with the private investigator I hired to look into the mess my company has found itself, and its been five working days without any result. A subtle movement from behind me caused me to turn. Pollen has woken up. She looks worn out and dehydrated. After puking all over the place the previous night, she delved into long hours of sleep. Af first, I thought she was pretending just to avoid the embarrassment of puking the room, but when it got late into the
POLLEN’S POV “Not again” Raymond said as I turned to leave the moment I found him in the kitchen. “Who is after you?” “No one” I whispered and started towards him with uncertainty. “Then why were you trying to run?” “I wasn’t” He stretched a small bowl towards me, “Get me some water, will you?” He stirred whatever he was cooking with those muscles and abs all bare. “Sure” I got water from the tap and took it to him. “The water” I had to call his attention as he was too busy stirring what I found out to be spaghetti. Why was he cooking in such a deep pot when he could use a frying pan? “Thank you” He was about to pour some water into the pot of spaghetti when I blurted, “Isn’t that spaghetti stir fry?” “It is” He turned to face me and my face flushed. It was too embarrassing that I had to do something, just anything to distract him from making any remark on it. I took the bowl of water from him. “What are you doing?” He gawked at my small self standing right beside h