OLIVIAMac stays blinking up at me like he hadn’t heard me right. It’s a lot to process so I give him all the time that he needs. “What do you mean you are…” he can’t even get himself to say it. I mean I’m aware that a lot of people out there have a thing against gays, some have made nasty comments about it regarding me in the past but it didn’t matter then. Because I didn’t care about anyone or whatever biased opinion they have of me. With Mac though, I hate the judgement I see in his eyes. It makes me wonder if he would have saved me back then in the bus station if he knew then that I was gay. “It can’t be, it doesn’t make any sense,” he says ad stands up from the tool. I stay rooted in my position. “Are you regretting saving me now?” I ask quietly. He turns to me with a furious look. “Why will you even ask that? What has you being gay got to do with saving you?” “It’s as plain as day that you have a thing against me being gay. Are you going to tell your parents?” the question
JAKEIt has been two days and still there’s no sign of Olivia. Maybe this really is how it was supposed to end between us.Still. I had not believed dad when he said Olivia wasn’t going to show up for the wedding. It had been a challenge between us, if he could bribe her out of wedding me or if her love for me would make her stay by my side. For real this time, instead of that atrocious contract we’d drawn up between us. But Father had won. At the end she had left me and all for what, money? The exact thing I had offered her from the very start. Something, or rather someone stirs beside me and I’m thrown back to the harsh reality of me being married but certainly not to the girl that my heart beats for. “How long have you been up?” Her sleepy voice makes my skin crawl because it conveys the intimacy of our situation and it is one that I’ll never be okay with. Green eyes blink up at me as it struggles to get into focus. I immediately get away when she starts to stretch.“What happe
JAKEI’ve never seen a father have so much disregard for his own daughter. The strained relationship, if it could be called that, between her and her father is very much evident. The awkward silence that had befallen us after his statement didn’t do much to help the already tense air around us. “Thank you for your understanding,” I say after clearing my throat. A part of me feels bad for putting Jess in this situation and wants to take a bit of responsibility for her. But at the same time, my heart cannot resist caring for another, not when it beats for only one woman in the entire world. Mr. Adams offer is so obviously an intriguing one, it makes me want to drop every other thing and accept it. But that would be a disrespectful to Jess and the vows we had said in front of the altar. “If you’ll excuse me,” Mr. Adams says and stands up. “I’ll be leaving first.” As expected he calls to me to the side once we’re out by the parking lot. “What is there to think about? Take the offer
JAKEI’m surprised at her lashing out because I never suspected someone with this much quiet demeanour was capable of even raising her voice. My next question revolved around why she let her parents push her around when she can stand up this much for herself. “I can’t have you going around with different men, think of what our families will say,” I put the car back in ignition. “But you can think about your ex or whatever and everyone will be cool with it,” she says, ready to take me on this fight. “Don’t think you’re the one who a few lovers by the side.” I slam the break again, my ears ringing from her admission. “What the hell did you just say?” I pull into the driveway with an urgency that had blood bumping in my ears. She comes out of the car and slams the door shut with so much force it was deafening in the empty space. “Leave the hell alone Jake, this day has been tough on me already.” “What do you mean love?” I ask, following her up to my floor. “Let’s put a lid on this
OLIVIA I’m a bit hesitant when Mac pushes the door open for me. I wait a few seconds behind until he comes back and pushes me along. The place is mostly empty, and from my guess it hasn’t been open in a few days, or say a week tops. There are tiny sheets of dust on the tables but it’s nothing a good swipe won’t fix. Luckily I’m good in cleaning as well. “Let’s take this upstairs to the apartment, mum should be waiting there already.” He carries the bags his holding through the backdoor while I struggle with trying to take in everything at the same time. The cream walls compliment the light red furniture and decorations, it almost gives it this Christmas feeling. It hasn’t been open in a while but I can still smell the faint scent of bread and pastries in the air. Even the smell of coffee will take a while if it were to completely leave the space. There is enough space between the tables to move around, making it very spacious and well ventilated unlike the local cafes that were al
JAKEEverything has been a bleak grey since Kyle left that morning. I’ve never felt more alone and helpless in my entire life.I was seeking so many answers but no one was offering it or willing to help me find it. And that frustration I had taken out on Jess without meaning to. It’s the only reason I agreed to have breakfast with her family at a very exclusive restaurant.The only one so far where father does not have a membership. Her family’s money must be so long that they can’t be denied an exclusive membership anywhere. We ignored each other as we got dressed. I wear the matching shirt and pants she had laid out on the bed for me. It was completely white with a faint floral design that matched the one on her dress. There’s still five minutes to spare before we have to leave to meet her parents for breakfast. “Are you ready?” I ask, watching her put makeup on her face at the vanity mirror.“Does it look like I’m ready?” She asks, glaring at me through the mirror.After our nig
JAKEMy leg bounces as I wait for her to bring up the topic of her father again. I’d rather deal with her outburst than the silent treatment she’s currently giving me. I fiddle with the radio just so there’s something to do. There’s a soft country song playing when I finally leave the poor radio alone. With one hand on the wheel I open the first button on my shirt, I was beginning to feel suffocated, choked up, and it was all because of the woman beside me. “You’re really not going to ask me anything?” I say to her when I stop at a red light. She shifts in her seat but doesn’t say anything. “If you’re going to be this way then I’ll just…”“Why did you defend me?”My head whips to her, “What?” And here I was thinking she was angry that I discussed something with her father and kept it from her. “When he spoke to me like I was some kid who had no idea what she was saying, why didn’t you defend me.” Her voice is quiet and at this moment she looks like a little girl who just needed s
JAKE I told myself I wasn’t going to worry, or be concerned. I mean she chose to get down from the car in the middle of the road but I also couldn’t help to wonder. It was almost midnight and Jess wasn’t back. No matter how much I told my self I didn’t care I found myself pacing the living room. Unluckily for me I don’t even have her number so I can’t even call to find out where she is. What will I even tell Mr. Adams happened to his daughter if she doesn’t get back. I finally pick up my phone and call the one person that can help me out of this situation. The line rings for a couple times before he picks on the third ring. “You better have a good reason for calling me at this hour,” Comes Kyle’s gruff voice. “I’m sorry for calling, really. It’s just…” “What happened this time?” he asks with a sigh. “And please don’t tell me it has to do with Olivia because I won’t take it as lightly.” “No, it’s not Olivia though I’ll still come to that.” “Then what’s the problem this time Jak
It’s not the strong hospital smell that wakes me up or the warm hand on my cheek. But the twinge of pain that starts in my lower abdomen and spreads to my entire stomach. The first word I say is, “Jake,” followed by a sharp gasp. I hold the side of the bed tight and try to will the pain away. But the more I try to act like it’s not there, the more it eats me up from the inside out. Something warm touches my head at the same time I hear a faint voice ask, “Where are you hurt?” I’m in so much pain that I don’t jump with glee when Drew’s worried face comes into my line of sight. He’s alive but my brain is trying to process what’s wrong with me first. It’s a blood shattering battle. “The doctor-” I gasp, “Call the doctor. Oh my God Jake,” I clutch my stomach, bending over to try and ease the contraction that I’m feeling in there. My baby better be alright, he has to be. Drew removes the needles in his arm when he processes what is happening and leaves the room to get t
I’ve been paranoid since the meeting with Father, if Drew notices he doesn’t comment on it or ask any questions. . I sigh for the tenth time since we drove out of the house. I know Drew is being patient but with the way he’s tapping his fingers against the wheel I know he’s dying to ask me what happened during the meeting. It’s not like I’m hiding it from him, I’m just waiting till I’m sure what exactly is going on with Sherp till I tell him. There are so many questions that I’m afraid of what the answers will be. The first will be if Sherp has been working for Father the whole time he knew me, which from what Father said I think is the case. Still, he could’ve easily exposed my identity from the very beginning but he didn’t. I need to know what his game is in order to access this situation properly. I mean he gave me the very explosives I used to blow up the boat, why would he do that if he was working for Father? Most importantly, why is he helping Father look fo
Skipping dinner seemed like the best thing to do when we got home. After our make out in the office, I’ve not been able to look Drew in the eye.The smile on his face hasn’t left ever since and I’m worried he thinks we’re much more than a fake couple now.I can’t deny that what happened is the only sunshine I’ve had in my life since learning that I’ll be having Jake.It’s part of the reason I’m scared to think so much about it. I’m not ready to put a name or tag on how we both feel.My only mistake was skipping out on dinner and turning in early so I wouldn’t have to talk to him. Now I’m lying down wide awake because the hunger gnawing at me won’t let me sleep.I watch the rise and fall of Drew’s chest as he sleeps before slipping out of the bed. I’m careful not to wake him on my way out, carefully navigating through the dark room.When I make it to the stairs I almost leap in joy. Food at last. I take the stairs two at a time and run to the kitchen when I’m down.I cry out in relief
I don’t come downstairs until the doorbell rings. I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding Jenny and now I was going to risk running into her. The entire house is quiet when I come down, she must be taking a nap. For some reason I tiptoe to the door and stifle a startle when I open the door to a rather grumpy looking Dr. Shelby. All since I’ve known him, he was always smiling, patient. There was this airiness that surrounded him, it always made you feel at ease with him. But all that is left now are deep frown lines on his face and I hate to be the reason for it. “How did you think drinking while being pregnant was a good idea?” he asks the moment he steps past the threshold. “Why keep a child you’re not going to take proper care of?” My breath seizes in my lung. With a slight tilt to my head I study his expression. His eyes are accusing as he glares at me. This right here is not Dr. Shelby. Someone has taken him and put in place this angry version that I’m not used to.
There’s a soft touch on my shoulder and I look up to see Drew’s worried eyes. He raises his brow asking if I’m okay and I nod. Daisy shakes in my arms, the sleeve of my gown stained with her tears. The meeting should go on but I also can’t leave her in this state when I’m the primary reason she has to go through this grief. “Let me take you home,” I whisper to her. The meeting can always wait, but for now I need to calm her down and make sure she’s okay so she doesn’t hurt herself. She nods into my shoulder. I turn to Drew, “Can you take over the meeting, I’ll take her home now,” I tell him. “Why? Everyone has agreed to you being the new chairman, so you have to finish up. And with Daisy we can’t risk them changing their mind” he whispers to me. I shake my head. “Her feelings right now are more important. You can explain the situation to them and have them vote now. They’ll understand why I have to leave right away,” I say. Daisy is already trembling from c
Never did I think I’d be back here, in this soulless city that has had nothing but pain to offer me. But here I am, sitting in Drew’s passenger seat with the window down. There’s a random song playing on the radio that fills the silence dwelling between us. I’m grateful for it because after the tense conversation we had, we both needed to process our thoughts. I have to think of myself as Cassie now, I need to slowly immerse myself into her persona. Above all, I have to become her for this irrational plan of mine to work. “Aren’t you cold, the window has been down for so long,” Drew says, his attention still on the road. “Oh, I didn’t realize,” I reply. My body chooses that exact moment to shiver. I don’t miss the smile on Drew’s lips. “What were you thinking so much about?” he asks. I twist slightly to him. “You said you want nothing to do with the company…” I start. His short laugh is nervous, “Yes?” “But I have no idea how to actually run the company
Everyday that I see the sun rise is torture to my soul. Every morning that I wake up without Don by my side, tears my heart into a million pieces. I don’t know where life ends and where death starts. They’ve both become the same to me. It has made me prisoner in this dark perilous place called my mind. I sit by the window every night and wait for a dawn that never breaks, but that even is too much to ask. This is my own hell. This is my own home. There’s nothing on the news about the explosion. If I hadn’t been there myself I wouldn’t even believe that it happened. No bodies have been found. That is both my hope and my nightmare. Two long months of emptiness and guilt, that is my punishment. What if he’s really gone? What if he didn’t survive? No one could be alive and stay hidden for that long. What if he’s out there looking for me? I deflate. The chances are unlikely, especially after the way we parted. I should have held onto him a little longer, laced his f
Something was wrong, even a blind man could see it from miles away. I listened through the entire meeting but barely heard a word. They talked mostly about shares and opening another branch in some city I didn’t catch the name. My eyes shifted to the jot pad Car had left on the table, his handwriting had to be the ugliest thing in the world as I scanned over what he had written. He was my assistant, but it felt like he was more, like I should care for him. The meeting was barely over when I stood up from the meeting and left. I went straight to the restroom, sure that a clue to whatever was wrong with him would be there. I went straight to the waste bin that was at the far end of the restroom. Lying at the bottom was a rumpled toilet paper that was stained with blood, and lots of it. There was a sudden panic as I closed the lid, there was something going on with him but what if it was something that wasn’t entirely my business. It was clear he was sick, but sick w
His lips. They tormented me more than my father. The things I had felt in those few seconds always rattled my heart and made butterflies flutter in my stomach. But then I always remembered, his panic-stricken face after and the fact that he hated me, just like they all did. “I’m sorry” I said as I detangled myself from him and stood straighter, adjusting my tie in the process. He said nothing. He didn’t even acknowledge the fall or the awkward moment his arms had been wrapped around me. Maybe he did this often, letting his male personal assistants fall into his arms. It hit me then! A scandal, Don involved with his male assistant, a gay relationship. It would ruin a respectable family like his. The doors dinged when we got to the ground floor. I walked after him making sure to put a decent space between us. I’ll rather fall on my butt than into his hands again. A black sleek limousine was already waiting when we got out of the building, the other staff glaring daggers a