Oscar made them breakfast. Breakfast burritos. He had used to make them whenever Henry had slept over at their house before Henry had stopped coming over. Anna takes a bite out of hers.
“These are delicious!” She exclaims. Henry forces a smile.
“Yeah, they’re great. Thanks, Oscar” Henry says while also thinking that she hadn’t appreciated his barbecue quite as much as these breakfast burritos.
“Well I need to get going,” Oscar says. “Thanks for hosting me last night. I should return the favor soon. See you guys!’ And with that, he is off. He drives his Alfa Romeo away while they wave goodbye.
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The moment that he arrives at his penthouse in Kensi
Kylie had her eye on Henry. The twenty-one-year-old socialite realized that she wouldn’t be able to get him the usual way. A husband with a hundred million pound trust fund was a very hefty and comfortable living. Enough to fund her shopping habit that her father had cruelly cut her off from. He had blocked off all her credit cards after she had spent about one million dollars on a shopping spree in New York. The money that she made off her fashion blog was nowhere near enough to be able to afford the things that she wanted.The first step though would be to move close to Henry’s apartment in London. According to a maid that she had paid off who had recently started working at Henry’s apartment in town, Henry lived one week in Hertfordshire and another week in London. When he had stayed in London he had been alone. That would be Kylie’s golden opportunity. After all, all was f
Oscar’s warning was right. Henry enters his London apartment the next week to find that one of his new neighbors is Kylie. She ‘casually’ bumps into him Monday morning as he’s about to enter his apartment. Henry can tell that she wasn’t expecting him to be with his wife. Kylie’s big smile suddenly vanished.“Good morning Mr.Miller,” Kylie says. Henry sighed. He was not one of those pedophiles who got turned on when a much younger woman called him Mr. The fact that he was old enough for her to warrant her using that term with him should have been a red flag for her.“Didn’t know you lived in these apartments Kylie,” Henry says with a raised eyebrow. Kylie smiles at him.“I just moved in and it was a total surprise to find out you lived here
The end of the Kylie saga is the beginning of a mundane marital life for Anna. Easing into the role of being Mrs.Henry Alexander Miller came softly but swiftly. The Kylie drama and how she handled it had made her rather popular in society. The ladies, many who had wayward children (the result of letting nannies and au pairs raise their children instead of being active parents), had been impressed that Anna had reconciled Kylie and her father. Kylie was now in university in France and getting her life straight. No one would have expected that to be a cheat code. That made Anna one of them…those that weren’t over-examined and judged, the ones that naturally fit in. Soon Anna was invited to many events and parties, most of which she didn’t attend but was always treated like a valued guest when she chose to appear. Besides that moving between Hertfordshire and London was routine that she had gotten used to. After one year…she was
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Mrs. Moyo screams, throwing a book at Anna’s head. Anna ducks down, and the book grazes her skin, barely missing her.She sighs. Her joints hurt and feel stiff after working a double shift. She stands up and glares at her mother. Bad move, that earns her an attempted slap which she blocks by grabbing hold of her mother’s hand. “Stop hitting me,” Anna tells her. Mrs.Moyo’s eyes flare up furiously. Anna might as well have defied the devil. “Get out of my house,” Mrs. Moyo growls. Her voice fails to mask the rising murderous undertones in her voice. “You were yelling at me the moment that I got home, I’m sorry I yelled back,” she says. “I WASN’T YELLING AT YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!” Mrs. Moyo screams at the top of her lungs. Anna sighs. This is not the first time that her mother’s outbursts and irrational behavior have caused her grief. She’s had to deal with this since high school. In high school, it wasn’t as bad, but she would be at school
“You have got to be kidding me!” Anna screeches at Oswald, the head waiter at the end of the shift. That terrible family that kept pushing for a table was bad enough but now Oswald was saying that they’re not getting their bonus money for coming to work during a holiday? This was just too much. “You’re just not getting it now, they’ll pay you when they give you your salary,” Oswald explains. Anna rolls her eyes. She knows those stingy owners of the restaurant. If a customer swipes a tip instead of giving it cash or straight to the waiter’s e-wallet, you’ll never get it. It’s been three months working over here and Anna hadn’t received a single tip that hd been swiped. She’s been calculating that they must owe her over the equivalent of two hundred dollars now. Two hundred dollars that she desperately needs. Even without the swiped tips, the holiday money was promised at the end of the January first shift. Now they were giving her ridiculous excuses. “C’mon Anna, I’ll give y
Anna’s alarm rang making her jolt awake from her sleep. She rubs her eyes and looks around frantically. Her alarm says that it’s nine in the morning. “Oh, shit!’ She exclaims and jolts up. She tries to figure out whether she was for the morning or afternoon shift then realizes that today is her first day off. She puts her hand and her chest and exhales. “That bloody job will make me go crazy,” she murmurs to herself and looks around. She sees the pieces of paper where she was jotting down notes on how to find a sugar daddy. She claps her hands together. “Okay, Operation Get out of Poverty Commences Now,” she says to herself. Since it’s nine in the morning that means that her mother has already gone to work. Probably left the front door unlocked as well instead of waking Anna up to lock it. Anna moves the desk from last night from the front of the door and walks into the lounge. Every time that her mother leaves the front door unlocked she low-key expects to find a strange per
Anna arrived home with her heart skipping. She wasn’t so lucky with transport on the way back and had to took the bus which dropped her off at the bus stop two kilometers from her house where she had to walk. She took a picture of herself when she had been seated at Lush and sent it to Harare Daddy. He sent back the fire emoji seven times. If sugar dating is this easy then why work at all? The main reason that Anna had been taking these crap jobs is because she had always believed that you can start from the bottom and move your way up. Even though she had been good in school, she was creatively inclined. She loved drawing much to her mother’s disappointment (although everything she did in her life was much to her mother’s disappointment). She had thought that she could work part time at restaurants or as a receptionist in order to fund her art especially since her mother had point blank refused to allow her to go to art school and ‘waste money’.There was a shop in town called MG Sta
Anna was wearing a short red dress and black leggings with pump heels. She was seated at the bar at the Sheraton Hotel. She was sipping a glass of tap water and the bar man was giving her slightly nasty looks…like are you going to buy anything yet? No, she was not. She was finally meeting her Tinder date and it was six pm. She saw a man that looked like the one that she had been talking to on Tinder. She waved to him and he smiled. He was in his mid-forties and quite well-groomed, he’s not even infected with the usual big belly that men of his generation who have money tend to have. Actually he’s quite attractive.He hugged her and sat at the bar next to her.“You must be Mary,” he says to her. For precaution Anna had not used her real name. Anna smiles.“And you must be Clinton,” she says perfectly aware that he is possibly also using a fake name.“Can I order you a proper drink?” He asks her with a charming smile. This is a guy that in normal circumstances Anna would have actually