“Did you say something?” He rested his two hands on his hips as he turned fully to face Laura.
“Miss cotton? Did you say something” he asked again, this time much more demanding. Fiddling with her shirt, looking everywhere but at him hoping she was the only one hearing her heart pound this hard—this shit better not rip out. She tried coming up with a decent excuse but he beat her to it. “I believe you said nothing.” he stated, matter of factly. Daring her to say otherwise. He smells nice too. Damn! Laura thought. She nodded in agreement. Briefly meeting his gaze before angling her head to look at the secretary who was now dialing something on her phone and struggling to get into her dress. Still mumbling incoherent words, Stephanie glanced at Laura with a bemused look as she headed for the door. Ready to drop a whole trailer load of bullshit before Mr. McGorritth stopped her. “The door. Stephanie.” He seethed through clenched teeth. “Fine. I’m leaving. But don’t call me. I promise you this wouldn’t be the last time you’ll be hearing from me” She hadn’t even finish speaking when he began walking up the stairs. Laura couldn't help but this to herself if this really what it’s like to be one of his women? Is it worth it? For a billionaire he sure acted like a bipolar kid quite too often. “Get a life Stephanie. And miss cotton clean up this place. You’ve been standing there like some sick ghost.” One would think an hour had past with the way laura had been sitting on the floor, face palmed with her knees drawn up. It had been five minutes and she still hadn’t gotten to work. Thank you and fuck you Stephanie for ruining my perfectly planned day. Laura cussed inwardlt. “Hey Madds, I’m sorry I missed your call earlier on. This is me telling you I’ll be coming to the cafe a little late today. And try not to blow up my phone after you receive this. Please watch out for Matthew, I still haven’t heard from him. Bye muah.” Laura ended the voicemail and reached out for her earphones before getting to work. After putting everything in order, she leans on one of the grey sofas marveling at the unique architectural design of the house. And the lighting in the house is impeccable! I should be making breakfast his right now. Smiling to her thoughts as she ran her hands over the exquisite artworks on the wall. Amazed at how much of an art collector Mr McGorritth was. Laura heard his steps hurriedly coming down the stairs and yet breakfast wasn’t ready. She had been searching for container of salt for—God knows how many minutes. "Where the hell is the salt!! And why is this bacon burning!! " laura yeleld to herself. Almost at the verge of crying still, frantically moving round the kitchen trying to set up his breakfast tray. She stopped as she heard the sound of a car driving out. Is that?? Fuck! He just left. There goes your pitch. And your raise ma’am. She deflated. Done with the days work at the mansion, Laura got ready to leave as she closed the door to his study wondering why he’s okay with her attending to every part of the house but his room. There was still no sight of Mav who doubled as the Gardner and the errand boy of the house. “Ohh hi Alex I was just about leaving, I haven’t seen Maverick all day and I’ll like to give him a list of some things the house needs” she said hastily while handing the piece of paper to him. “Hope you won’t mind helping me give this to him. Pleaseeee.” “It’s no problem Miss Laura. Anytime” he replied softly. “Alright see you tomorrow.” ~~~~~ Ever since her uncle—Dave— who owned the Cafe she worked at put out discount offers on every item, the place had been buzzing. It’s been hours and Laura was still yet to take a break, she’s been walking around busy attending to one disgruntled customer or the other. Feeling her legs weak and her back aching she goes to find a sit behind the counter. Her cousin and the other two staffs seemed to be having fun with all the attention. Standing infront of Laura, breakdancing in her apron Maddie whisper yelled at her “Lulu it’s just few seconds past 6pm. Come on!. Girlll I’m trying to be your support system here” But Laura’s mood wasn’t having any of it. “Laura get up!” Maddie grumbled. “You’re not my mum now are you?” “Well, you don’t have one so I may as well double as your cousin and mother!” She fired back jokingly. Laura couldn’t stop herself from laughing as she gave Maddie the—oh really?— look. The joke is an old one and it always does the magic in getting Laura loosened up. “Come on now Lulu” She spoke with a mischievous grin. “Huhhnn?” She began, but stopped as she saw a group of boys acting up just outside the cafe’s outdoor area. “Isn’t that your boyfriend clowning there? Holding that girl’s waist?” The irritation in her voice was clear as day. Laura’s face was unreadable but her mind was giving her a hard time staying quiet. I just try to tolerate this guy cause we’ve been together for what? 8 years?. What a waste. Maddie’s voice broke her thought “lu don’t worry I’ll handle them, you just..” “No.” she interrupted. Her expression hardened as she walked over to the group. “Hello my beautiful Laura Verguson good to see you” Matthew spoke first sounding as though he was happy to see her and his friends behind him still laughing and chatting loud like a pack of untrained dogs. If looks could kill. I’ll have him and his pack buried. Right here. Right now. Laura hissed internally. “You need to get your friends to stay quiet. This is embarrassing” you’re embarrassing. “Come on Laura is that how to greet your man?” Not even bothering to look at her, he turned back to his friends, holding his chest laughing. “Matthew, you know what? I don’t even care. Where is my money” “What.. what money Laura? I thought ..” She held up her hands cutting him off. “I have been trying to reach you for the past three weeks and you come in here acting like some dimwit who’s high on cheap drugs?. I need my three thousand eight hundred dollars or I’m calling the cops.” This guy infuriated her every single time they met. How have I managed to stay with him for this long? Matthew had always won in gaslighting her whenever it comes to money—not just money. Everything— this wouldn’t be the first and if not that she saw him acting all loved up with that girl right now. It sure would not have been the last. But now she was determined. “You just gon throw me under the bus ‘cause of some cheap change? What of all our years together baby. You no longer love or care for me Lau?” Shootin him a dirty pathetic look. “My money or I’m calling the cops. And quit with the love drama. You never loved me Matthew. All these years and you still can’t get my surname right. It’s Ferguson not Verguson!” “Alright alright. By Wednesday I’ll have your money.” Grabbing his things he left before she could even utter a word. Leaving his friends running after him. Maddie dragged her to the kitchen area. “Dad still wants to see you. It’s about Dr. Hakeem I think.” She whispered with a gloomy look on. And before Laura could even drop a comment Maddie was now bouncing on her toes, squealing as she brought out her phone from her pocket. “But before that I have something to show youuuu.” “Madds I’m really tired and I just want to go home. Can we do this at home?” “No!” She deadpanned. Holding up her phone to get Laura’s attention “look, these are pictures of your man! Well, maybe not technically but Yh he’s our man. The paparazzi definitely knows how to take good angles of him” “Madds what am I looking at exactly” Still acting all pumped up “Don’t be a kill joy girllll. So you know how last night—your— Mr. Kingston Lucas McGorritth went for this charity event, I’m sure you didn’t even know that.” “Right.” Always the melodramatic Queen. “Maddie did you really have to do the full name thing? You’re going to have a heart attack one day with these your dramas” Laura threw her head back laughing. “Yes my honey pot sugar ant Lu! The full name was for effect. And the heart attack?” She gave a sly smile while wiggling her brows. “Whattttt?” “I almost had one this morning with my vibrator. Don’t give me that look miss, what would you know? I’m 25 and you’re what? 23?. You don’t even own one” Nice one Madds. “So the thing is, he went with his secretary!!!! Stephanie Pearson. He hardly goes for these type of events with any plus ones. But here. Take a look.” She dramatically zoomed in on the photos on her phone. “These are cute pictures of them together. I’ve been jumping from blogs to blogs going over every thing I can get from last night. And and.. he’s always so private and whatnot. Luluuu these pictures are so cute! wait..” She suddenly paused. “I haven’t even asked how your salary pitch went. Yh, part of the things dad wants to talk to you about. Buttttt take a look at the way he looks at her!” Maddie had a habit of rambling, stuttering and moving all over the place when she was either too happy or sad. Hold on. Does she really think they look cute together right now? Laura could not hide her snort. “What’s so funny? Oh! How I wish to be Miss Pearson right now. Or don’t you think they look good together?” How ironic. Recalling all what transpired between them this morning, Laura couldn’t help but laugh at her cousins enthusiasm. “Of course they look good together.” “Lu what’s on your mind? Out with it already..” Maddie groaned. Laura scratched an invisible itch on her nose, rethinking if she should actually let Maddie in on what’s been bothering her all day. Something she had been trying to get her mind not to bring up. “I saw something I shouldn’t have… in his room.” she confessed.You know what they say about practice makes perfect. Well, Laura had been standing in front of her dresser with just her yellow lace pant and bra going over her salary increment pitch again. “Okay the 10th time is the charm” she breathed out—that’s what you said ten minutes ago going over the third time. Knock knock. Knock— “lu ohhh I’m sorry…” Throwing her hands in the air “Dad!! You need to knock. And even at that. You need to wait for the magic word!” “I’m sorry miss. I was just checking to see if you were ready. I’m making coffee and pancakes, would you like to have any before leaving?” Trying to stifle his laugh he called out to her again. “Laura?” “Yes. Yes dad. I’ll be down in five.” Few minutes later she was sitting on the kitchen stool stuffing her mouth with the pancakes. Every morning she either had a rough start or an eventful one. But thanks to her old man and Maddie who still tried to get her motivated for the day. “So you were saying?” Downing her last
Lucia and her two kids have been struggling to make it through life daily. With Estelle as her eldest child who just turned fourteen last month, her little boy Chris would be turning 9 before the year ends. It’s been three years since Laura took a liking to Lucia’s family, doing everything possible to help and sustain them. Lucia is a single mum juggling different jobs as she try’s to fend for herself and the kids. These days she draws and paints from time to time, and whenever Laura goes to see them she picks up on drawing too with Lucia. Estelle also draws really well and just last year she was to go for an art competition when she got diagnosed with a heart condition. She has a hole in her heart. “I’m outside Lucia, are you in the hospital building?” “Yes. I just stepped out to get something for us to eat. Did you come with the pies?” Asked Lucia. “I told Estelle you were coming and she’s been talking my ear off” sounding excited. “Let me find your ward first.” Laura ended the
The thing with being extremely wealthy is that everyone wants to have something to say about you. It seems as if their two cents matter —well public opinion does matter in the grand scheme of things— but this generation has made it an unwritten rule to always have their eyes on the rich. It’s an obsession people these days use in order to get through their shitty lives. An evasive obsession. Art of escapism? “Mum did you call me this morning because of the loads of nonsense these tabloids have to say about me?” King spoke with a glint of unbelief in his voice. There’s a lot of smoke in the air and every where seemed to be in a frenzied state right now. Thank goodness his building is not a affected, just the back of his office and he’s trying to join in salvaging the situation. Yet! his mother chooses this moment??. Cutting her short as she tried reasoning with him “I really don’t have time to do this with you ma, you are very much aware fire from the next building found its way t
“Maddie!! I can’t find it. I can’t find it. I have almost turned the whole room up side down.” Laura sobs into her phone half yelling and panicking “Look Lu, you need to calm down. It’s just a ring. He won’t even notice, and didn’t you say he told you his guests would be arriving anytime soon? You need to leave the house.” Pacing round the room she replied “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m loosing my mind Madds” “Girlllll you can’t have a break down right now. I’m too high for this. I was about charging my vibrator when you called back.” I need to do away with this girl. “Do you think he heard all what I said about him in the kitchen? Is this some sort of trap now to get me fired and killed? MADDIE TURN THAT VIBRATING MACHINE OFF!!” Shouldn’t you be at the cafe working right now? Why the hell is there a vibrator for goodness sake. She started off laughing “This is the millionth time you’ll be asking me this. And yes my dearest Miss cotton I think he eavesdropped on our conversation
“What is your secretary doing in my office and why won’t you stop blowing up my phone?” King demanded with a grunt as he stormed into Brian’s office. King stared at him from where he stood holding a scowled expression. Wondering why he’s never serious. “Alright. For your first question, I took it upon my self. As the kindhearted friend that I am..” He gestured with his hands— “To lend my secretary to you for the time being, before you get yourself one.” ‘Lend? Since when did we start lending each other our staffs. ‘ “You are welcome.” Brian quietly said as he swiveled around on his seat. “Andddd for the second question. Thank you very much for that question by the way.” King began to stomp out of the office — “I’ll be in my office when you are ready to tell me what this ‘supposed’ urgency is about. And please get that overly clumsy girl out of my space.” Brian got up immediately to block him from leaving. “I was just about getting to the second question, why are y
Working in a busy cafe and feeling someone’s hot gaze on you for the past hour would have your whole mind and body spiraling out of control the whole time. Laura hasn’t been able to properly focus with King still in the cafe, sat comfortably working on his laptop. “You’re a mess Lu. You’ve tucked in your hair more times than I have heard my name this year.” Maddie stated in a mocking drawl as she teased. Taking the tray from her. Maddie pushed Laura to go check if Mr McGorritth needed anything. “He’s been watching you the whole hour honey! Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Just go talk to him!” Standing behind the counter, Laura struggled with Maddie “He’s not been watching me. Keep your delusions to your self Madds. STOP!” She whined. Maddie shot her a deadpanned expression— “I’m going to cause a scene here if you don’t move. And think before you talk please. We both know how your brain works.” “Psttt. Hey! Stop biting your lips.” Maddie whisper yelled as Laura walked over to
“The property listings and the property valuation on this presentation doesn’t align. How on earth am I to go into that meeting and present all these? Coupled with the abstract project development plans! ” King complained to a panicking Brian as they went over the deliverables to be discussed at the meeting. Brian loosened his tie for the umpteenth time that afternoon before coming up with a reply “Well technically you’re not the one doing the presentation. Didn’t you say Laura agreed to what ever stupid idea you proposed to her?” “And where is the Laura? I doubt she would be coming. Look, it’s past 2pm already! The investors and other delegates are already getting seated in the board room. I guess I’ll have to handle all this myself.” The day had gone faster than King had expected. And far worse than he imagined. Living life without a secretary or a personal assistant wasn’t ideal for him in any way. “Don’t you have her number? You can call you know? Check if all is alright w
PRESENT DAY… Life sure has a way of keeping someone in check, this time around Laura had been less and less of herself lately. With Dave opening up about his battling cancer, it felt as though everything about her life was falling apart. She along with her elder sister— Storm— grew up with Dave and Maddie here in New York City, for years before Storm passed away tragically when they were still in high school after a scandalous event. As years passed, Laura becsme less of herself and just lived for each day. She seemed to be okay with her boring lifestyle. But until recently—when she started working for King— Laura began to crave for a change. Still very much confused on the next step to take, now it feels as though her life isn’t hers. Laura would do anything to make the people around her feel okay. Even if it means sacrificing her own happiness. It had been three whole days since the event at the hospital and she’s yet to hear from King. Her mind kept repaying all the things
So not everyone wearing scrubs were saints. King has got to learn the hard way.He was leaning back against the cool black leather seat of his SUV, his long fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the armrest. Outside, the city lights were all white and gold in his eyes even despite the tinted windows. Detective Marshal’s call had come earlier and the urgency in his voice had pulled him out of his office. Luckily, Chase was around in time to cover up for him while he would be away. “King,” Marshal had said in a tone that demanded attention. “I’ve got something for you. We need to meet as soon as possible.” Marshal had said. No greetings, no small talk. Typical of him.Now here he was, parked in a high-rise parking garage, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror as Marshal approached. The detective opened the passenger door and slid in with what seemed like a practiced ease. Marsha never rushed into anything unprepared, and tonight was no different.“Detective,” King greeted him with
Dr. Liam leaned back against the cold wall tiles of his private shower, letting the steaming water cascade over his chiseled chest. The surgical mask lines were still showing on his face, and they reminded him of the exhausting C-section he had just completed. Liam was drained, physically and emotionally. Although he had saved a life today—two, actually. Same as yesterday and the day before—all he could think about was how much he hated these walls. Hospitals were sanctuaries for everyone else, but for him? It was more like a prison.He toweled off roughly, wrapping the plush white towel around his waist before stepping back into his office.And there she was.Stacey.Her red hair was pinned back into a messy bun, a shade too bright against her pale Texan skin. Her curvy body was poured into a black dress that hugged her thick thighs and ample chest like she had revenge to prove. She sat in his swivel chair like she owned the place, her legs crossed in a nonchalant way. Her cherry-re
Laura leaned against the counter that had displays of hot pastries, shifting her pregnancy weight to ease the pressure on her back. Her hand absentmindedly rested on her growing belly as she glanced at Maddie, who was swirling a spoon through a cappuccino she had no intentions of drinking.“So…” Laura started, dragging on that word to hint she was about to ask something prohibited. “How's Dr. Liam these days? Still too busy diagnosing his reflection in the mirror to have your time?”Maddie froze mid-way through swirling her coffee, her playful grin flattening out for just a second before she replaced it with a dramatic eye roll. “Ugh, can we not? It’s way too early for this.”Laura raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Too early, or too complicated? Madds, you know I’m going to ask eventually.”Maddie waved her hand dismissively, leaning on the counter. “He’s fine. You know, doing his doctor-y things and looking annoyingly good while doing them.” She giggled with dreamy eyes. “Noth
He knew the rules: money talked, and everyone else? They just nodded. The world worked on bribes, and the underpaid prison guard standing at the dimly lit corridor, guarding the cell gates, wasn’t about to turn down his envelope of dollar bills.“Back again, Mr. Clean?” The guard’s grin was all teeth and bad intentions, his hand greedily slipping the envelope into his jacket pocket.Matthew smirked, shoving his hands into his jacket. “You’re not paid to ask questions, Moses. I’m not here to bake cookies.”Moses laughed like they were old friends sharing an inside joke. “Fair enough. He’s in the usual spot. Ten minutes.”“Fifteen,” Matthew corrected, already stepping into the dark corridor that smelled of sweat, cheap bleach, and desperation for inmates to escape.Prisons weren’t supposed to feel comfortable, but this one had a bite of an annoying feeling that made his skin crawl every time he visited. And yet, here he was. Again.Dr. Hakeem’s cell was tucked in the back of the buildin
They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but Stephanie Pearson preferred hers steaming hot with a side dessert of sizzling chaos. And oh, she was starving.Stephanie’s crimson nails lightly scratched the silk fabric of her blouse as she stood in front of her floor-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her like an old friend with a knowing smirk. She wasn’t dressed for anything fancy—just a casual crop top and ripped jeans—but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the way her hand instinctively drifted to her stomach.“That foolish Laura,” she muttered, cocking her head to the side, her freckled nose wrinkling in displeasure. “Thinks she can have Kingston all to herself? Oh, honey. No can do.”Her reflection grinned back at her, she was the version of herself she had grown to love over the past few months. She couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle—no, that chuckle was psychotic, if heard closely. “How does she even sleep at night?” Stephanie continued, her high-pitched v
Kingston knew well how to control himself. Everything and every aspect in his life was organized, even down to the way he poured his whiskey. But as he found himself pressing Laura against the bedroom wall, his lips teasing hers with the kind of hunger that could ruin a person, all that control? Out the window.“King…” Laura whispered, her voice breathless, her lips swollen from his warm kisses.“Say it again,” he murmured, his mouth trailing down her jawline, his hands sliding beneath her dress, sending passionate heat on her skin.“King,” she repeated, her tone pleading this time.And that was all he needed.Neither of them remembered how they had made it to the bedroom or when her dress landed on the floor like a forgotten piece of memory. His shirt joined the pile, his tie long gone, and Laura’s delicate lingerie soon followed, leaving her body bare under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.“Lie down,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, yet filled with the only softness he had
Kingston McGorrith was not the kind of man you would expect to see juggling shareholder documents with baby-shopping plans at the back of his mind, but here he was, sitting at his mahogany desk, scrolling through spreadsheets like his life depended on it. And maybe it did. Between managing his multi-billion-dollar empire and making sure his pregnant wife was happy, this man was booked, busy, and his borderline was completely burned out.His office was quiet except for the sound coming from the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional ping of his phone. His assistant had just dropped off the finalized documents for Laura’s announcement as a shareholder, and King had to admit—it felt so unreal. Laura wasn’t just the mother of his unborn child; she was about to become part of his business, his legacy. The thought made him smile that rare but genuine smile that softened his usually sharp facial features.“Everything looks solid,” Brian said, leaning back in his chair as he flip
King barely made it through the front door before Laura was already up from the couch, her eyes lighting up as she reached for him. “Rough day?” she asked softly, her fingers sliding to loosen the silk tie he hadn’t even bothered to straighten properly.King groaned, tossing his briefcase to the floor like it had personally offended him. “Rough doesn’t even cover it.” He shrugged off his blazer, running a hand down his face. “Anne is missing.”Laura’s hands froze midway through loosening the tie as her brows arched up. “Wait. What?”“She’s been unreachable since earlier today. Her phone’s dead, no sign of her anywhere,” he muttered, his tone sharp, but the worry was still evident in his voice. “She tried calling once, but it didn’t even last a second before the line went dead.”“Oh my God,” Laura whispered, stepping closer. “Have you called the cops? Tracked her phone?”King sighed as he tugged off his tie completely, the veins in his neck bulging from frustration. “We tried. Marshall
“Hey, have you heard from Anne?” Greg asked as he barged into King’s office without knocking, his voice tight with concern.King didn't bother looking up from his laptop, his expression bored. “No, she’s avoiding us. And to teach her a lesson, I blocked all her credit cards. Let her sweat a little.”Greg blinked twice, clearly thrown aback as his brows knitted together. “Okay, first of all, bold move. Second, she texted me earlier saying she was back in the country and asked me to pick her up soon. That doesn’t sound like someone who’s avoiding us.”King froze for a second, his fingers hovering over the keyboard lightly. The calm expression on his face began to crack slightly. “What are you saying? Are you kidding?”“I’m dead serious. She said she'd call again when she was ready. But now, nothing. I’ve tried calling her, but she isn’t answering. That's… not Anne.” Greg muttered, his tone dipping into worry.King leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes until his gaze shifted to the