The last errand of the day is the one that has led me, to the Myers residence. My feet had stayed rooted in place, the moment I stood infront of those big gates. My task is really simple, that is why it was last on the list. Or maybe I wanted to delay this as much as possible. 'I try to stay away but something keeps pulling me back here.' It's been days since the last time I was here yet it feels like the first time. And it's been 3 days since I last saw and heard from him. Did I count? No. It simply came to mind. Distance was what I had asked for and he gave me that. Now here I was, in his home. What does that say about me? ' Sorry mom, but you are setting me up again.' 'No, she only asked me to run her an errand. She's innocent in this.' ' I'll do my part and leave. Simple as that.' " Miss Milla?" A female voice startled me, knocking me out of my thoughts. " Yes?" " Mr Myers will be down shortly. He's currently busy with a call." She informs me. I nod. " Oh oka
" I-I'm cold." I pretty much breathe out the words. " I'll get you something warm." He says, moving back. He looks at me for a moment, before he walks away. I remain unmoving by the door, afraid that I will make the floor more wet if I move around. I watch him for a while as he moves around, as if I'm not there. He disappears for a little bit inside his walk in closet, and I take that time to look around his room. This is the first time I've been to his room. He's changed rooms, I can tell. The last time I was in his previous room, was years ago and it looked a little different. The theme was more boyish with toys, trophies, medals and stuff. Now, this room has more of a mature vibe. It matches the style of a young adult, from the size of the bed to his working space, not to mention the chilling area and colour. William's room is literally an en suite. Its pretty cool. In the past, his colour was blue, now the theme of his room leans more on forest green with a touch of ear
" Liam?" He looks at me. " Are you trying to make me stay here longer?" Silence. I need to ask, he's acting too suspicious. " Yes." He admits, honesty dripping through his voice. " Okay." I nod, continuing to eat. I'm surprised he admitted to that. I feel him looking at me the whole time I'm eating, which is making me feel a little awkward. I sigh and stop eating, leaning back against the couch. " You shouldn't do that." I say, playing with the sleeves of his shirt. " I'm being selfish. Let me." " W-what?" I turn to him now. He throws in a piece of peach in his mouth and I wait for him to finish eating. " I'm taking advantage of this moment." I don't say anything, waiting for him to explain. He turns his body to face me completely, letting his arm rest at the back of the couch. " This is the first time we've actually sat together like this, since I came back." He shrugs in a casual manner despite the seriousness that comes from both his voice and eyes. I can ki
' You know, I thought I'd be seeing a ring by now.' These were Nicole Smith's words, that have not left my mind. The encounter had been unexpected and unsettled me in some ways. Yes, the last time we interacted, it had been settled that I would return a married woman. The wife to Mr Shard. Her being a connection to the secrets I hid, made seeing her again, feel like my secrets were being exposed at that moment. Similar to William. One thing would be left and it's the appearance of Mr Shard, to bring the ultimate bomb. It had taken only a couple of encounters to sum up that Mr Shard was a private person. So it didn't surprise me that he had a few he considered his people. These were the people who knew a little more about him, unveiling layers of him that made him seem more human to me. It was through such information and discoveries of those parts of him, that changed a bit of my view of him. You see, Mr Shard at first seemed hard to approach. The intimidating and a bit of col
The call has ended. I could not answer, I wasn't ready. Mr Shard called. Gosh, he contacted me after all this time. What do I do? Will I be ready if he ever calls again? I'm just not ready. " Milla?!" And I'm not ready for this too. I try to compose myself better while watching both William and Lola come my way. They look very nice, with William in dark jeans, white shirt and red blazer jacket. Lola wears a navy blue long jumpsuit with heels, her hair is tied up and make up is on point. For a brief moment the image of them together by the pool comes to mind. They seemed close. ' They seem even more closer now.' I mentally say, watching Lola step even closer to him, her hand wrapped around his arm. The night has shifted for me and my mood is no better. " Night out?" William is the first to speak, when they stand infront of me. " Hmm, you can say that." I answer while watching him glance to the bar. He's probably figured out where I've come from. " Are you here alone?"
There's purpose in his walk, leaving no doubt about where he is going. He's coming to me. Each step he takes feels deliberate. He gives a brief glance to Kayla, acknowledging her presence, before he looks back to me. A second glance to her and the recognition isn't easy to hide. He remembers her. This seals what I already know. He came looking for me, just like he is doing now. " I'll see you tomorrow, Milla." Kayla says, giving me a side hug. " Hmm." I nod, watching with anticipation for some kind of interaction or acknowledgement as the two walk past each other. She only gives off a nod and I can't help but feel abit disappointed. I needed words but none were heard. William stops infront of me but I don't look at him as of yet, wanting to prepare myself. His heated gaze burns the side of my face, demanding for my attention. I put up resistance while trying to figure out what to say to him. How do I go about looking for answers when I struggle to voice out, exactly what
" Do I really have to?" I bite on my bottom lip while staring at the folded clothes on my bed. " Yes, you do." Lia answers. She has not left my room eversince I told her the truth about Liam and I. Well, half the truth. She is now aware that a reunion between William and I had happened, months before he made his come back. Why I chose to share half the truth and today of all days, was because I couldn't take anymore of her questioning. She was curious, very much so. I blame it on that night, the tension between William and I had been too hard to ignore. It must have been uncomfortable for Lia, not to mention Lola. Even I felt the same for them. Confessing the truth had never been easier. There's something about the way one gets extremely nervous, exposing the hidden. The reception can go in any direction. So I didn't exactly have it in me to bare out the whole truth, it didn't feel like the right time. Nor the right place. My mother was in the next room and I didn't w
One name comes to mind and no other. Mr Shard. But the thing with William is that he isn't very fond of talking about him, so for a split moment I kind of doubt myself. It's not helping that he's gone quiet now, leaving the rest of what he had to say hanging in the air. " If you have something to say, just say it now." " It doesn't matter." He shakes his head, already taking a step back. I quickly grab his arm so he doesn't get too far from me," no, you don't get to do that to me. You won't leave me overthinking, I won't allow it." I say. He wordlessly stares me down, frustrating me just a little. " You're quiet and that's not fair." I complain. " I'm thinking." Liar. I narrow my eyes at him, " you want to keep things from me again?" " If there is something I want to tell You, then I will -------" " Even if you didn't and I wanted to know. Would you still tell me?" " It depends." " On what?" " Timing." " Well this is good timing then." I release h
It is a Friday morning when I walk in on my mother, looking quite distracted. She's staring off into the distance, her tea long forgotten. What ever is in mind has consumed parts of her, that she hasn't felt my eyes on her. So what do I do? I continue on watching her.My mother has always been a beautiful woman, with her shoulder length dark brown hair, tanned almost golden skin that tells a story of being outdoors more than anything. I remember how much I loved kissing her cheeks when I was young, because of her soft skin. With her nurturing presence, despite how strict she was towards me at times, I still found myself falling asleep in her embrace. Yes, I liked following my father around when I could because I enjoyed our little outings or invented adventures. With Mom however, her presence felt like home.It saddens me that after the passing of my dad, things have somewhat changed between us. An invincible fence exists between us, that doesn't allow for us to fall back into that fl
WILLIAM'S P.O.V' You're not staying.' Those words alone had gripped on him so tightly, he had trouble sleeping that night.He'd made promises to her out of desperation. He wanted her to believe him, to believe in him to make things right and bring about solutions for her troubles. He'd lost out on a chance to grow up beside her and spend time in her presence and each time he got reminded of this, his heart ached. When he'd made those promises, to be there for her and know that she wasn't alone, his heart had taken over and his heart had spoken. He wanted her to feel his words and recieve them, to store them deep within her and never let go. But then she uttered those words , shutting down every attempt to make her understand him. Yes, he had held her close, something he selfishly let himself be in that moment for.He couldn't deny how right it felt and now he couldn't stop thinking about it.He did have many regrets, most that centred around her.Gosh, he felt desperate to be some
William Myers is absolutely crazy. He has proven this tonight. He took my words as a challenge and with that, sped through the road like a maniac. All I could do was hold on to my seat and pray for safety. I do have to admit that it was thrilling. At first I had threatened to end his life if he didn't slow down and instead of listening to me, he went on and increased the speed. By the time we arrived at my house, I was calling him names such as maniac, idiot and psycho. This amused him of course, as if I had said something funny. He must have enjoyed watching me freak out. Anyway, it was not all bad and now I had to make up for next time. Anyway, the easy mood that had occurred didn't last, when we spotted his mother's car. The fact that she was at my house unsettled me. Concern more than curiosity took over, when both our mothers came out of the house at the same time. My eyes immediately went to my mother, observing her and wanting to confirm with my very own eyes how she
We've been standing in each others embrace in the rain for too long now. Neither one of us has attempted to pull away nor have we spoken. Maybe talking might break the moment, I don't know.The only sounds my ears seem to keep track of, is the rain against the ground, cars passing by and my sniffles.But what I feel is how his heart is beating so fast. It hasn't calmed down and now I'm curious to know the reason." Gosh Milla, I wish we were somewhere far away from everything. We could talk, you know(he sighs). There's so much to talk about."The whole time he speaks, I listen." We could possibly get to know each other again."A do over, where we get to know each other as if we were strangers. I've never thought about it that way.I pull back to look at him, but still remain within his hold.His eyes are the most expressive at this very moment. I give up from trying to say something since words fail me.I open and close my mouth but when words fail me, I give up." You're not alone
" You stopped me from seeing that man again." He says, breaking the silence that had taken over the trip back home.What's done is done now." I had to."" Will your response be the same, whenever something concerns that man?"" What do you mean by that?"" You're protecting him." He sounds accusing.And jealous." I am not protecting him." " Yes you are, you jump to the defence on his behalf like he means something to you."" That is not true." I shake my head." I find that hard to believe." "Well, it's not like you would believe anything I say anyway." I comment.My head whips in his direction when he suddenly pulls over at the side of the road.It's late and he decides to do this! " No, no, no, William Myers, you better take me home right now!" I demand.He is crazy if he thinks I have the time to be arguing with him so late. We've been gone for so long and I'm pretty sure my mother must be so worried.He turns his whole body towards me, where I am given his full attention now.
" Your silence tells me that I'll need to reserve the question for another time." Won't he misunderstand?" No Mr Shard I -----" " Another time, Milla." His tone sounds gentle but his eyes are intense. I let it be and decide to focus on what I came here for." Okay." I agree.I need to get my answers before Liam does something drastic." I have something to show you." He says all of a sudden.I watch him rise to his feet and head on over to a small table by the drinks cabinet. I'm noticing it for the first time since I've been seated here.He comes back with an envelope in hand. Crazy enough, it's similar to the one I received.Could this be?....No." I've had this for some time now." He holds it out to me.I nervously take it. I hesitate and I hesitate strongly." What is this?" I ask instead.He gestures for me to take a look inside.I look at the envelope for a moment before I meet his eyes again." I don't need to."Surprise flickers on his features." No?" I shake my head. "
Did I hear right or am I imagining things?" Mr Shard."" A towel, please Louisa.."Huh?I glance to Louisa and watch her quickly leave the room." Lets take care of you first before we talk, okay?" " O-okay?" I nod instead, not knowing a better response.Louisa( who happens to be he housekeeper), returns before I know it.I hold out my hand to receive the towel so I can dry off myself, but Mr Shard ignores that and starts drying up my hair, yet again taking me by surprise. 'You're letting him get away with a little too much now.' The voice of my conscious snaps me back to reality.I'm in the middle of a situation, I need to take control of. 'There might not be much meaning to it, but I can't ignore the fact that I'm married. Let me atleast honour that, my parents would atleast expect this from me because marriage is marriage at he end of the day.' " Mr Shard." I touch his hand, stopping him. "I think we can talk now." I make sure to keep eye contact despite how nervous his inten
A deal that existed between William and I, has found itself a witness. I have no clue as to who this might be that sent that envelope, but whoever it is, must want something.There's a price for everything.There should be a price for silence, right?' You know money talks.' My conscious says, which doesn't sit well with me.' I can't have more money problems than the one I currently have.' A huge debt already hangs over my head and I have not found a way out. I need to figure out my next steps, to finally be free and move on with my life.Being in debt is one of the most weight bearing things to experience. It surely is a relief to know that everything with the house loan is settled, but now I have to deal with the fact that I owe William Myers a whole lot of money. If mom ever found out…..‘ No, mom can't ever find out about this, well until I sort out everything.’ " I can't believe this marriage will last this long. A whole year." I hear William say from beside me." Same, but
We agreed on no more distance but there's distance between us. I made sure that there would be one because I needed to gather my thoughts. The information I've just received feels like a set back to be honest. I've been under the impression that only a few months remained before we had to negotiate something.It hadn't been easy, trying to gather all I can to cover the loan that now I was under, a loan from William. William is pretty understanding but that doesn't mean it has not been uncomfortable, knowing that I owe him so much money. It is true that he played a dirty trick into making me sign that marriage contract, under influence but still, he did help me out and paid the debts that hung heavily over my shoulders.Now I don't have to worry about all that, but paying him back. I'm not the proudest in the way everything was solved, but what choice did I have?I tried everything I could, to gather the money together, while also struggling with witnessing my mother's deteriorating