“Why?” I looked up to both Anthony and Mr Stark standing at the top of the stairs, overlooking the front door.
“What do you mean, why?” Mr Stark asked. “I mean why me?” “Is that a trick question?” “No Emmanuel, just…tell me what it is that you’re trying to do that could get me killed by Kevin in my sleep,” Anthony said. “It’s simple, if you’d taken your rightful place, none of this would be happening right now,” Mr Stark said. “Kevin doesn’t know anything besides bragging about the damn position-“ “But you know the situation here,” “I do, but that’s not my problem,” Mr Stark said. “If they need my help, they’ll do as I say,” I wasn’t too far from them so I could hear them talking. I was checking out the notes Eloise jotted down for Mr Stark, in my absence. I needed to know the way forward with this, so that I’m well prepared and I don’t make thing harder for him. “Besides, I don’t want to work with your crackhead brother,” I bit back a snort. If Mr Stark is this relaxed with Anthony to initiate conversation, then they must have a good friendship. “I’d rather work with you,” “You’re saying that because we’d make a great team or because you want to get in my pants again,” my eyes widened at that. That’s some craziest plot twist I’ve ever witness right before my eyes. Mr Stark’s bisexual? “Not even in your wildest dream, Roman,” Mr Stark said. “Don’t act like you don’t miss us,” Anthony says. I peered up the iPad to see Anthony flirting openly with Mr Stark, his eyes telling a story I don’t think I want to know. “We used to be fun, you know,” “There was never an us, Anthony,” “True, but I was a lot better than your bitches,” Anthony smirked, looking up at Mr Stark. He moved closer to him, his eyes roaming his body. “You gotta admit that you couldn’t get enough of this ass,” “Careful now,” Mr Stark turns to Anthony. “You sound desperate,” I want to make a sound. I want to scream or something. I cannot believe Mr Stark’s flirting back. I’m seeing a whole new Mr Stark on this trip. “For your dick?” Anthony looked down at Mr Stark’s crotch, biting his lip. “Definitely,” he said looking back up at Mr Stark. “For you? Not so much,” “We’re over, Anthony,” Mr Stark said quietly. “Whatever it was, it’s over. Besides, don’t forget you were just one of my bitches,” “Fuck you, I was the better bitch,” Anthony rolled his eyes. “Okay, but tell me the real reason why you’re doing this,” “I already told you stupid,” Mr Stark said. “I don’t want to work with your crackhead brother,” he turned to Anthony then. They shared a look. “You’re a much tolerable crackhead,” that made Anthony smile widely. “Now you’re definitely trying to get into my pants,” “Hey now, don’t give your father any more reasons to hate us,” Anthony scoffed at that. “Might be too late for that,” he said. “And what do you want me to think? Maybe you want me in your office so you can fuck me,” he wiggled his brows. “I wouldn’t mind if you do,” “There will be no fucking between you and me,” Mr Stark once again shuts him down. “Okay, I could blow you under the table,” he suggested. Maybe I shouldn’t be listening to this. “Geez, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Mr Stark said chuckling. Mr Stark is laughing. He’s actually laughing. “What? Did that make you hard?” Anthony smile slyly looking down Mr Stark’s pants. “Fuck no. Can you stop,” “You’re the one who ruined me for other men, okay,” Anthony said with an eye roll. “Now, I sound obsessed with your pierced dick,” “You’re obsessed with my dick,” Mr Stark pointed out. “And you won’t be getting any,” “You’re a mood killer,” Anthony said glaring playfully at Mr Stark. “I hate you,” Mr Stark only hummed. “What happens if they don’t agree to this? You know, I’m still gay. I haven’t changed,” “That’s their loss,” Mr Stark said. “I’m not putting my money where it’s going to crash,” “You really trust me that much, huh?” “Anthony, you were prepared for this, the same way I was,” Mr Stark said. “Why would I think otherwise? Like I said, you’re a much better crackhead. So, it’s either that or nothing,” “Wow, thanks for the pressure,” “You’re welcome,” Mr Stark said turning to walk away. “You’re going to fuck it out of my system eventually,” Anthony said a little louder. “In your dreams,” was all Mr Stark said turning to me. “Usually, you follow me when I move,” he said. I scrambled to my feet, walking behind him. “Hey! Be nice to the kid, you fucker,” Anthony yelled, and I smiled. “And dreams do come true,” Indra will be so thrilled to hear about this. ***** Over the next four days, Mr Stark alternated between the Roman Mansion and their office. The family hasn’t made any decision to change their CEO, hence Mr Stark is only evaluating the crisis from a distance, weighing his options on the matter. Right now, were seated in the boardroom with the family about to announce their decision. Kevin is looking rather glum since the day Mr Stark made his request. “We,” Mr William Roman cleared his throat, looking around nervously. “haven’t taken the decision to…appoint Anthony as new CE-“ “What?!” Kevin stood up, infuriated. “Father, you said that this is my seat. Why are you going agai-“ “The seat was Anthony’s since the beginning of time,” Mr Stark spoke up. “You’re the one who put us in position, Kevin. You’re not fit to be CEO,” “B-But I can learn,” he said. “I’m learning as I go. I can’t just perfect everything from the start,” “Sure, you can,” Mr Stark, looking up at Kevin. “But not where I concern. I don’t work with whiny boys. If I’m going to put money in this company, then I’d want nothing other than perfect results,” “This is ridiculous,” Kevin said pacing around. “Sweetie, take your sea-“ “Shut up!” I jumped, my eyes widening as I looked at Mrs Roman’s hurt face. Who yells at their mother like that? “Just shut up. You did this, mother,” he accused. “You did this to me. He-He’s homosexual. Have we forgotten about that? What that is going to do to our family reputation?” “Company isn’t run by a dick, Kevin,” Mr Stark said. “Unless you want to sleep in the streets, shut up and sit down. I don’t have all day,” Kevin lets out a humourless laugh. “Don’t tell me what to do,” Kevin said glaring at Mr Stark. “I see what you’re doing here,” he said smirking. “You want your little boytoy to trump me, isn’t it?” my eyes widened. “What?” Mrs Stark looked between her son and Anthony. “What did you say?” “Yeah, I know about the little affair between you two,” Kevin said looking at Mr Stark. “I know you fucked him-“ “Kevin, that’s enough!” Mr William Roman stood up, turning to his son. I watched Mr Stark’s face is wiped off any emotions. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. “Would you rather I have fucked you?” Mr Stark asked, leaning forward, taunting Kevin. “I’m sorry to break it to you, I don’t fuck whiny bitches,” “Okay that’s enough!” Old Mr Roman’s voice boomed louder, silencing everyone. “Kevin take a walk,” Kevin didn’t pay attention to his father, staring Mr Stark down. “Kevin,” a blink and Kevin was pushing out the doors. “Right, shall we conti-“ “You slept with Anthony?” Mrs McDevil spoke up, disbelief. “Why? Do you plan on taking away the company as well, mother?” Mr Stark said. “I am your mother, show some respect,” “And here I thought, for a second, you wouldn’t want a bisexual son,” Anthony snickered under his breath, looking away from the adults. “Shall we carry on. I don’t have all day,” “This stays between us,” Old Mr Roman said sitting down. “No one must know, or the press will find out. We just need to get you and Eloise married and everything will be fine,” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Anthony said softly. “Why?” “Kevin knows and he’s angry. Imagine what those two combinations could do,” he said flashing them a smile. “I’ll speak to Kevin,” Mr Roman said. “You had a chance to do that, instead you chased him out,” Anthony said. “Watch your tongue, son,” Anthony only rolled his eyes. “I’m going to be here for two weeks and in that timeframe, I’ll be working with Anthony. Any day more and you’re welcome to come to South Africa, should you need anymore assistant,” Mr Stark said. “Miles will work with you, should you need any assistant and until you find your own assistant,” he added. “M-Me?” I blurted out. I sunk in my chair when everyone turned to me. “Is there a problem?” Mr Stark asked me. “No sir,” I said quietly. Anthony smiled at me. “Great, you’ll pay him for his time and effort,” Mr Stark turned to Anthony. “Or you could hand him over to be my assistant,” Anthony said smiling at Mr Stark. “Not a chance,” Mr Stark said. “What do you say Miles?” Anthony turns to me. “Would you rather work for me or Emmanuel?” he tilted his head. “I’ll pay more,” “I’ll stick with Mr Stark, thank you,” I hear Mr Stark make a sound of approval next to me. “Anything work related from here onwards, I’ll discuss with Anthony,” Mr Stark said. “Alright then, I guess this is it,” Old Mr Roman clapped his hands, smiling proudly as we all stood up. “Oh, and you will announce Anthony being the new CEO during a press conference you will call,” Mr Stark said. “Wouldn’t that be a little too soon, son?” old Mr Roman said. “I don’t have all the time. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can get home,” was all Mr Stark said. “Very well,” Mr Stark, Anthony, and I headed for the elevators soon after the adults left. I kept my distance, knowing these two are about to have a heated conversation. I haven’t told Indra about what I heard, for the fear of Mr Stark hearing me over the thin walls. I can’t take my chances. I still don’t know if he heard the conversation in the car. “You haven’t said anything about my sister,” Anthony speaks up from across the elevator. Mr Stark looks up from his iPad. “Eloise,” “What am I supposed to say?” “I don’t know,” Anthony shrugged. “You’ll marry her. You won’t marry her. What do you plan to do?” “Do you want me to marry your sister?” Mr Stark quirked a brow. “No,” Anthony simply said. “I don’t want anyone to marry her or Eleanor,” Mr Stark rolled his eyes. “Especially you,” “Funny you say that to the one person who’s been forced to marry her,” “I don’t want you to hurt her,” Anthony said with all seriousness. “And you will not touch her,” “That’s quite selfish now, Roman,” Mr Stark smirked at Anthony. “You were all over me yesterday. Give the others a chance,” “I’m serious Emmanuel,” Anthony replied with an eye roll. “My sister’s untouched. Let it remain that way,” he said. “She’s not fit for you,” “And you are?” Mr Stark looked at him. “Why do I feel like you want me to marry you, Roman?” Anthony scoffed. “Imagine the disaster behind your words,” he said. “Besides, I’m not cut out for that hopeless romantic shit,” “Then you don’t get to tell me what to do with my soon-to-be bride,” Mr Stark said. “You and I both know that this is all just a transaction to you,” Anthony said. “And usually, business transaction don’t require a dick and a pussy, isn’t it?” “Marrying my sister means you will no longer call your whores to fuck,” at that, Mr Stark’s brows raised. “Can you handle that?” “Oh really? Are you part of the booty calls or you’re an exception?” Mr Stark tilted his head. “Oh, now you want to fuck me?” “I have to fuck something,” “And I’m that something?” Anthony said his eyes travelling down Mr Stark’s body. He licked his bottom lip. “Not that I would mind,” “Hypocritical bitch,” Mr Stark said shaking his head. Anthony laughed quietly, ducking his head. “Just now you didn’t want me to fuck your sister and yet here you are, offering me your ass,” Anthony only shrugged. “What can I say? Dick too good,” he smirked, succeeding in making Mr Stark laugh. Why the hell is the elevator taking so long? These people are shameless. “Wanna grab a drink tonight?” Anthony asked then. “At Liam’s club. He’s here, right?” “Yeah, I came with him,” “So…drinks?” Anthony repeated. “Miles?” I looked up at Anthony, quickly glancing at Mr Stark. “I’d rather not,” I said quietly. “Come on, it’ll be fun,” Anthony said. “You need to unwind from this tension. We all could do with a couple of drinks,” “I tend to do irrational stuff when I’m drunk, so I’ll skip this one out,” I mumbled. “Thanks for the offer,” “Well now I’m curious. How irrational are we talking about?” Anthony turns to me, his interest peeking. I swallowed with their eyes on me. I can’t thing of one thing to back me up. “Uh…” I laughed nervously. “Lift’s opening,” I said walking past them quickly. Anthony laughed. “Miles got secrets, I see,” Anthony said following behind me. ***** UNEDITED“Maybe I can fake sickness,” I said pacing around the bathroom mirror. “You’ll do no such thing,” Indra said. “You’re going to go out with Mr Stark and his friends, and you will drink your problems away,” “Bitch you know what happens when I drink alcohol,” “It’s not going to happen, relax,” she said. “You’re with your boss. Unless you want to sleep with him, everything will be fine,” “No this is a terrible idea,” I said looking at myself through the mirror. “I’m not goin-“ “What are the chances that he fires you for not going?” Indra said cutting me off. “If he wants you there, and you go against his words, he’ll fire you. Think Miles,” she said. “Think ‘best job in the world’ gone, just like that,” “You’re a dick, you know that” I groaned. “Fine I’m going. Anything happens, it’s on you,” “Good. Back t
“Miles, if you don’t come out of the bathroom, I’m firing you,” I hear Mr Stark call out eventually, possibly two hours later. I’d probably sat on the floor, wrapped around Mr Stark’s bed cover, and zoned out. I’d panicked until I couldn’t. Now, I’m just…stuck. Stuck in the presence and I don’t know how to take a step forward for the fear of what I might find. I can still see Mr Stark’s shadow underneath the door. I want to get scared. I want to believe that he’ll really fire me, but until I shake off this numbness, I don’t think I care at the moment. Countless times, I panicked, and I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. I’m just…stuck. Bottomline is that I ruined everything. I slept with my boss, and this changes everything. I’ll lose my job. I don’t even remember what happened. How did we even get to that? And…what about Anthony? I remember the way they were so close. In a sexual way, but really close. And now I went ahead and do this. How cou
Seven o’clock in the evening and I’m curled up, cocooned in the blankets, the pain back and demanding. I’d taken the pills again and the only thing that was working for me was the device. Sadly, I gave it back to the owner. If we were back home and Martha was still on leave, I’d worry about Mr Stark’s dinner, but he can call room service. I just don’t want to move when my body is ripping itself apart. I’m sweating again and I’m silently praying I don’t have to get up and throw up again. A knock on the door and I pulled the blanket over my head, my heart hammering in my chest. I really don’t want to see Mr Stark. Not now. I don’t think I want to be in the same room as him. He knocks again and I want to pretend to be asleep. I know for a fact he’d most likely yell at me for not eating the meal we’d stopped to buy on the way here, on Anthony’s command to ‘Emmanuel’. I got so used to calling him Mr Stark that it’d feel weird to call him by his
“Dude, you’re a Sirenio?” Anthony gawked at me. “But Mr Stark just said that the missing heir to the Sirenio is a woman,” Eloise said in confusion. “Does than mean you’re the one who’s supposed to be taking over from your father,” “He’s not my father,” “But she just said you’re a Sireni-“ “I’m not a Sirenio and he’s not my father,” I turned back to auntie Genevieve who’s eyeing me with a knowing look. “So you didn’t tell your friends who you are,” she said. “They are business colleagues, not friends,” I murmured. “And I don’t need to tell them anything. It would have been nice to keep it that way,” I said looking at her with a disappointed look. “Boy don’t give me that look, I’m still you auntie,” she said backhanding my arm. I laughed quietly. “No one knows who you are,” “No,” I said. “Well, aside from them and…Indra,” auntie Gen gasped.
“It kinda sucks that it’s your birthday and you’re not here,” I rolled my eyes at Indra. Out of all the times, she’d chose now to do a video call when I can’t even find my iPods. I yawned, as I looked through the available fridge to see if there’s anything I can eat. “It’s just another day, Indra,” I murmured, frowning when I realised that we’re not in Mr Stark’s apartment and there’s room service. “Ugh, there’s nothing to eat here,” I slumped on the isle stood, grabbing the phone. My heart almost jumps out of my chest when Mr Stark suddenly appears in the doorway. “Indra, let me-“ “This is the first time we’re apart on our birthdays,” Indra said quietly. “You said you’d come back in a week. Two weeks’ over now,” “Something came up,” I said. “I have to do something important today in London,” I refused to look at Mr Stark’s naked torso as he leaned against the doorway, looking at me. He’s doing this on purpose. “You’r
“You did great,” Ludo says, standing next to me. “Seriously, you were bitch and badass in there. Honestly, no one’s ever talked to father that way,” he said. “It was hilarious,” I grabbed my phone, dialling Indra’s number. “Are you okay?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” I casted him a look, placing the phone to my ear. “I mean, after what happened in there,” he inquired. “Is there a room I can use?” I asked him, looking around. “Yeah, over there,” he pointed at the door, opposite the boardroom. “No one uses it,” I hurried to the said room just as Indra picked up my call.“Hi,”“Hey,” I let out a heavy breath, sinking on the floor, my heart still hammering. I can’t believe I just did that. “Uh…can you-“ I sucked in a sharp breath. “I think I’m about to have a panic attack,” I said leaning my head back. “I just need to hear your voice,” I let out shakily. “Okay, uhm…” Indra is quiet and fo
“You have everything?” Ludo inquired, packing the last bag. “I think so,” I said turning to him. He smiled at me, though I could tell he was sad. “Thanks for dropping me off,” I looked back to Mr Stark’s private plane, waiting for me. They’d already boarded the plane and were now waiting for me. Ludo didn’t say anything, looking anywhere but my way. Judging from the way his fists clenched and unclenched, the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, and the constant blinking, he was on the verge of tears. His injured arms was limp on his side. I pulled him for a hug, having to stand on my toes to accommodate his height. He stiffened against my arms, but relaxed a moment later, his arms tightening around me. “Careful, your arm,” I said almost breathlessly because of how tight he was holding me. Ludo shook his head against my neck, and I can’t argue with him. He sniffled, his body shaking against mine. “Tell them,” I whispered, tightening
“No! This is not practical. Let it go,” “No! you need these shoes. It’ll match your suits,” Indra argued, snatching the shoe from my hand. “It is practical. You just don’t have style,” she glared at me. “But you literary just bought six shoes,” I said pointing at the pile of boxes waiting for us. “You need more shoes, Miles,” she said. “Oh my God, why did I bring you here?” I laughed in disbelief as she shoved the shoes onto the existing pile. The workers eyed us, amused by the argument. It has been like that from store to store. As soon as we got back from the bank, we’d immediately went for Indra’s favourite shoes. The ones that had been trending on TikTok. The Jimmy Choo bow heels. I had seen another pair that I quite liked and bought them for her. Needless to say, she’d made a spectacle of us. She literary walked out of the store hugging one shoe, and if the workers didn’t see us pay, they’d think she’d stolen the shoe. For the first half of the shopping trip, we’d f
I must have hallucinated my mother. Or maybe I died and came back to life. Either way, it’s impossible and I would never know. I’m grateful though. That I will be seeing my mother in that manner and not like how I last saw her in London. What I wish I was hallucinating right now was Mrs Stark trying to feed me and actually being fussy about my wellbeing. That one, I wished I was hallucinating. This woman unnerves me. I’ve always known her as the controlling, demanding and entitled type. Never this caring for someone as low as a PA to her son. I don’t even think she did this for her son, Emmanuel. Oh Emmanuel. It was so good to see him. I’d convinced myself I was going to die, and I wouldn’t see him again. He’d be alone and I would have made him sad. “Are you sure you can’t have any more?” Mrs Stark, aka Mrs McDevil, asked me when I gently pushed away the tub of yoghurt she brought for me. Amongst a whole lot of other things I couldn’t possibly eat in my state. “Doctor said
The boardroom is dead silent, as everyone looks at me expectantly. I looked at each of the faces, silently brooding and wanting to get this over and done with. Neither of them say anything, but I can already detect uneasiness in their eyes. William, on the other hand, is still a prideful bastard, sizing me up with a look that stinks of entitlement. I presume he has no clue that he’s been caught. Kevin, on the other hand, looks like a mouse trapped in the corner with no way out. A mouse about to shit on my floor, if he doesn’t stop with the constipated look on his face. He knows. Good. Indra sits quietly next to me, looking between me and the Roman family. It isn’t long before my phone beeps, letting me know the people I was expecting were here. “Sir, should I-“ “It’s fine. They’ll find their way here,” I said. Indra sits back down. True to my words, the door swung open to reveal my legal advisor, Augustus Stone, followed two policemen. Ther
FOUR DAYS LATER It was just as the two Mafia doctors told us. No hip fracture, no broken ribs, just a lot of bruising and blood loss. Miles had suffered greatly and he’s still breathing. The only thing that keeps me from going crazy is watching his chest rise and fall, letting me know that he’s still fighting. And he’ll come back to us when he’s ready. I just need to be strong. That’s all. Be strong and stick by his side. Sticking by his side was proving to be harder than I thought. The amount of visitors he is getting is astounding. I didn’t realise he knew this many people. I didn’t realised that Miles was loved by many. And those that didn’t love him, he’d somehow touched their lives in a certain way. Genevieve had made her way to the hospital as soon as I gave her the address. Miles’ uncle, Desmond was also here. Apparently, he was working abroad, but he flew all the way to be by Miles’ side. They’d brought one of their daughters with
The house is in pretty good shape, I have to admit. Seeing it from the outside, it looked like it might collapse. And with a house full right now, I was afraid that might actually happen. It’s designed to looked like a cottage house and it only has two bedrooms. “Would you like some water, sir?” I looked down at the little girl, Faith, holding a glass of water for me. “Thank you,” I smiled at her, taking the surprisingly clean glass. I basically chugged the whole thing. It might have been the nerves. It’s been hours and it’s getting dark outside, but we’ve had no news from either Aaron or the doctors. Wesley had gone in there as well. “Man, this is killing me,” Hae-Jin groaned, stretching himself as he stood up, walking about. “What’s taking them so long?” he eyed the door. “Uncle Aaron said not to let anybody in there. It’ll distract the doctors,” Faith spoke up, offering the next glass to Indra, who thanked her softly. “Yeah, b
Serenity. Defined as a disposition free from stress or emotion/ The absence of mental stress or anxiety. Or to put it in one simple word… Peacefulness. The one thing I’ve been searching for my whole life. This serene feeling of…floating in the clouds, shoulders free of any burden or pain. It’s just me and the quietness. It’s addictive. The more I dwell in it, the more I want to stay there. If humanity knew what this felt like, it’d be like a discovered drug. Good for your mental health, but toxic when abused. When you’ve lived your whole life in chaos and you suddenly get a taste of this, you can’t help but want more of it. Is this what death feels like? Or am I just…hallucinating? What’s the worst between the two? Knowing you’re dead and you might never be able to see your loved ones. Or…hallucinating this quietude and knowing it’ll be ripped from you any second and you’ll be plunged back into the chaos.
“Just make sure it’s a secluded area and…the staff needs to be gone by the time we come. I’ll handle the rest,” I spoke up. “Yes sir, we will do as you say,” the manager spoke on the phone. “And don’t put red roses. They need to be white roses, alright?” “Yes sir,” “I’ll see you tonight,” I said before hanging up, not giving him a chance to say goodbye. This date needs to be perfect. It’s my first date with Miles and I need it to be perfect. I don’t want anything less for my sweet boy. It’s only a few hours before he comes home. He’d mentioned by six in the evening, he’d be home. It’s only two in the afternoon, so I have time. Fuck, I feel so giddy. I probably am shitting rainbows right now. I can’t even keep still. I tried to get some work done. Instead, my eyes are constantly glued to the phone, waiting for my love to call. I want to call him so bad, but I know he’s driving. I don’t want to distract him.
“Be careful, Miles,” Indra stood by the door, watching me pack my bags. I gave her a look for the thousandth time since my announcement to visit our old home, where I hoped to find Grandpa’s grave. “I’m not going alone, Indra,” I said rolling my eyes as I thought about the two bodyguards Emmanuel had hired for me. I hate being followed around. Makes me feel helpless. I’m anything but helpless. I know how to defend myself and besides, father isn’t coming anywhere near me… …not if he knows what’s good for him. “I’m serious,” I feel her hand on my shoulder. I turned to her and frowned, seeing her eyes glossing over. “I-“ she looked back at the door. “I have a bad feeling about this. Maybe you shouldn’t-“ “Indra,” I held her by the shoulder, watching her fight off the tears threatening to spill. She’s been rather emotional lately. Could be the pregnancy. Could be her. I know she worries about me.
I’d debated with myself for about a good thirty minutes or so before actually willing myself to get out of bed and go make the call. Miles was right in every way possible. I was angry. Felt even betrayed, but… …she’s still my mother. I owe her a chance. At everything. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe I’m being a dick. Maybe I’m being too hard on her. I don’t know the whole story anyway. I just can’t help but want to kill that bastard William, for betraying his own best friend. The one person that made him everything that he is today. The cold night air was rather harsh on my bare skin, but I couldn’t care less about it as I stared at my phone. It’s almost the end of my birthday and I haven’t spoken to my mom. What kind of a son does that make me? To think she could be crying and all alone, wherever she is. Emery is gone and she s
“Just give me a second, I gotta take a call,” I watched Miles wiping his hands before grabbing his ringing phone, officially leaving Indra and I in the kitchen alone. They were both washing dishes after we all had dinner. Aside from Liam’s ‘unalarming’ news, my day has been pretty amazing. When it started pouring outside, we’d decided upon a movie. Miles’ theatre room had makeshift beds, with pillows and warm blankets to keep us warm. Plus he pretty much brought snacks that everyone munched on whilst we all watched Ludo’s movie. I have to admit that this day has been weirdly unfamiliar but oddly relaxing and comforting. It isn’t something I’d normally do. Hanging out with everyone. Having lunch and watching a movie thereafter. It used to be Liam and I at his club, drinking the night away and fucking random girls. During the day, I’d be at the office. That was my celebration day. Miles has shown me