"It's good to have you back home sweetie," Maeve's father, Bryan Casalengo said, looking at his twenty five year old daughter over the rims of his glasses.Maeve gave him a small smile. "And it feels good to be back," she answered, raising her cup of coffee to her mouth. They were both seated at the table having their breakfast of toast, bacon and eggs. On the table, beside Maeve's plate, a magazine was spread out. She dropped her cup on the saucer and flipped the magazine open.Still watching his daughter, Bryan noticed her face change to a frown, her lips twisting with distaste. "Something in the news?" He asked.She glanced up at him. "More like someone." She turned the magazine towards her father. "Dominic Fitz," she said, putting all the disgust she felt in her tone.Bryan glanced at the picture in the paper and made a slight hmm sound. "What for?" He asked, although he could clearly see the headline that Dominic Fitz had once again successfully closed a deal with another company
"Breakfast, Mr. Fitz?" one of his maids asked.He barely gave her a glance as he mumbled, "No," moving along as quickly as possible, his briefcase in hand. Without waiting to hear another word, he walked out of the house and headed straight for his car where his driver was waiting. He opened the door and climbed in, settling into the backseat. "Good morning Mr. Fitz," his driver greeted and as usual, he ignored him, swiping out his phone and scrolling through his social media pages.As usual his name was on every news, every magazine, every blog. He rolled his eyes as he scrolled through tweets and posts of people praising him, thirsting over him, making very inappropriate comments. His phone rang and he swiped the green icon to answer it. "What is it?" He asked briskly without exchanging pleasantries. He waited to hear what the other person had to say before answering, "Ask them to wait, I'll be there in a minute." He hung up immediately. "Drive faster," he snapped at his driver.Th
Maeve rushed down the stairs, her blonde hair flying behind her as she hastily grabbed a muffin from the table, biting into it. “Good morning, dad,” she greeted, her voice muffled by what was in her mouth.Her father lowered the newspaper he was reading. “In a hurry?”“Yeah. Noelle is waiting for me outside. I asked her to meet me very early this morning,” she answered. “Okay, can’t talk much, bye!” She said, scurrying out of the house. Just as she stepped out of the house, she noticed Noelle standing outside, dressed in a pair of black pant and a black jacket. “Here,” she shoved her bag into Noelle’s hands.“Good morning, Miss Casalengo,” Noelle greeted, promptly collecting the bag.“Where is that dumbass?” Maeve fumed, ignoring Noelle’s greeting. “Oh there he is,” she said as she sighted her driver getting into the car. “Come with me,” she ordered Noelle and the both of them walked towards the car. Noelle opened the door for Maeve to get in then, followed after hers. As soon as the
Maeve stood on the first floor of the house, holding on to the railings as she stared at the decorated living room below her. It was absolutely beautiful and she couldn’t help but smile to herself with pride. She had really outdone herself – although, she actually didn’t do it herself, she obviously paid someone to do it. But she spent a huge sum of money on it, so she was allowed to be proud of herself. She glanced down again. In few hours, the house will be crowded with guests from different places. She had invited who was who in town – the businessmen and women, the most popular artistes, actors and actresses, popular influencers. She had even sent out messages and invites to different blogs, magazines and newspapers. This party was going to make the news by tomorrow; in fact, it would be the trending topic for the next few weeks – she’d make sure of that.“Miss Casalengo?” a voice called and Maeve turned to see her stylist – a middle aged white woman with auburn hair, standing beh
Dominic watched as the blonde haired woman who happened to be Maeve Casalengo walked up to him, a snarl on her face. He had to admit, she was a beautiful woman, although that had never been hard for him to admit before. Of course, Maeve Casalengo was a beautiful woman and not only was she beautiful, she was also sexy as fuck and that short pink dress was doing nothing to hide all the sexy parts of her body. Nope, Dominic cut that part of his brain off. Not tonight. He needed to concentrate and not think of how long her legs looked in this heels or how…..uhn uhn. No, not tonight.As she took long strides in his direction, he kept his gaze on her, a smirk playing on his fac. He could see the glare on her own face and it fueled his excitement. He wondered what she would do when she got to him. Would she just let him be? Or would she create a scene – scream, yell, throw him out? He couldn’t wait to find out.The moment she got to him, she wasted no time in snapping, “What the hell are you
“That was a successful party we had on Friday night, don’t you think?” Bryan Casalengo asked his daughter, Maeve as she walked down the stairs dressed in a pair of black pants, a white lacy blouse topped with a black jacket. Her heels make a loud click-clack sound as she walked towards her father. “Good morning to you, dad,” She said, leaning down to kiss his cheek before taking her seat across him. “And yes, it really was a successful party.” She had spoken to as many investors as she could, familiarized herself with the bosses of the business world, even made a couple of acquaintances in the entertainment industry; and while some of them still doubted her capability, they thought her charming and sweet enough to want to talk to her. “Good. I think you will do great, Maeve. I believe in you,” He said. “Well, you are one of the few people who think that,” She muttered under her breath. For all her bravado, Maeve was a jumble of mess. She had spent all weekend coming up with a propo
Dominic Fitz had no time for social media. He considered it a frivolity and a waste of time alongside family dinner and friendship hangouts. However, he has someone in charge of his social media accounts – John – and that someone could not stop yapping about how he was trending on social media. At first, Dominic was chagrined at the narrative that was flying about, saying Maeve threw him out of the wedding. Threw him out?! There was no one who could throw the Domninic Fitz out of an event, not even Maeve as stubborn and bull-headed as she was. His anger soon evaporated when he realised that every comment and tweet on the situation where all in his favour. He had John sit in his office and read out every single comment. Dominic was not one to smile but he was tempted to when he thought of how annoyed Maeve would be at this situation. He could bet that she was obsessed with it, throwing tantrums and crying about not being liked by people. He couldn’t resist himself from asking John to
The driver climbed out of the car, turning around to open the door for Maeve. He did it so fast and as soon as he opened the door, he jumped back. He had to because Maeve climbed out of the car so fast, she could have hit him without a care in the world, and he knew she was angry. He had seen it the moment they left the Bass Industries. She had climbed into the car and slammed the door close behind her, snapped at her personal assistant, Noelle Gentry and even at the driver. Noelle had silently gotten into the car with her, her hands folded meekly across her legs as she stared outside through the window. She and the driver both knew that any word from the both of them would infuriate Maeve further. As Maeve climbed out of the car, she slammed the door so hard, the car jerked. Noelle quickly climbed out, rushing after her. Maeve shoved her bag into Noelle's arms so roughly that the girl stumbled. Then, she whirled around and stormed into the office. The workers in the office immediate
Maeve chewed on her lower lip as she stared at the cover of the magazine. Dominic Fitz was once again on the front page of the magazine for being the most successful businessman of the month. She stared at the cover for a while, her eyes fixed on the picture. She had not seen him in a while, not after their heated kiss in the toilet, which happened weeks ago. Actually, she saw him from afar in a couple of business events and red carpets events and parties, but that was where it all ended. She made it a point of duty to avoid him all the time. It did not help that every time she saw him, she was reminded of their kiss. It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrive
Maeve was excited. When was the last time she got the opportunity to prep herself like this, she wondered to herself. When was the last time she actually went on a proper date. She did go on a lot of dates when she was in Spain, but most of those ended in one night stand and she never saw them again. But this particular one, she wanted to see him again. She wanted to see Issac after today and she needed to make a good and lasting impression. So, Maeve stood in front of the mirror that morning, prepping her face. Looking beautiful was a strenuous job, she thought to herself, as she carefully rubbed across her face with a face sponge, but it was always worth the job. The process was quite nice too, knowing that once you were done, you’d be getting the necessary result. After taking care of her face, Maeve stepped into the shower to wash her hair. She took her time, washing it thoroughly and slowly, combing her hands through it, and letting the water wash the soap away. Afterwards, she
Maeve could hear the loud sound of the door knocking from her sleep, but she found it difficult to wake up. She twisted her body around the bed, squeezing the sheets with tightly closed fists. A very loud knock sounded on the door, jerking her awake. She immediately shot out of bed, her eyes flying open. The side of her head banged furiously, as she sluggishly climbed out of the sheets, slipping her feet into her flip flops and walking to the door. She unlocked it, opened it and sighed when she saw Imogen at the other end. “Should have known it was you,” she said, turning and walking back to bed. “Good morning to you too, Maeve,” said Imogen as Maeve bounced on the bed. “Don’t go back to sleep, I came to talk to you!”“Go away!”“Don’t be silly, Maeve. This is past ten, wake up.”“It’s Sunday, for fucks sake. Let me sleep in peace!”“Come on Maeve!” Imogen slumped on the bed beside her. “Come on, talk to me!”Maeve raised her head with a groan as she glared at Imogen. “You are annoyi
Maeve stood in front of the mirror, admiring her dress. Her stylist had really outdone herself with this floral dress. She had paired with stilettos and a small purse. Her hair was parked into a high ponytail and her makeup looked flawless and stunning. She was going to be the centre of attention at the event which was exactly what she was going for. She grinned at herself before walking out of the room. Her father was downstairs, dressed in an expensive black tuxedo, waiting for her. As he saw her approaching, a smile lit up his face, “Ready?” he asked and she nodded. He held his hand out for her and she took it. Together, they walked out to the limousine waiting outside for them. Tonight, Dylan Bass was finally going to launch the project in this exclusive event that Maeve and her father were attending. Ever since the interviews and magazines releases, the publicity and awareness of the project had skyrocketed, so, even when Dylan Bass got wind of what was happening, she made the d
Maeve slammed the phone down with so much vigor, a small smile on her face. She felt victorious. Dominic really believed he was going to come for her like that and get away with it. Maybe now he would learn to stop playing in her face. She shook her head, still smiling as she grabbed one of the magazines and studied her picture on the cover. She looked amazing, her hair flowing down to her waist, her legs strutted out and her hips bent to the side as she struck a pose. She flipped the magazine open, her eyes scanning through the article written. As she read it, she kept chuckling. She could see how and why Dominic was pissed. The article really painted Fitz Industries in a bad light and exposed Dominic for the fraud he was. Clearly, he didn’t want that. There was a knock on the door, causing Maeve to raise her head up. “Come in,” she called, closing the magazine and pushing it aside. The door opened and her personal assistant, Noelle Gentry, stepped into the office, before closing t
The day started out as normal as usual for Dominic Fitz. He had left the house very early, heading for his office and he was currently sitting by his desk, reviewing a couple of documents. He and Noelle had gotten into a huge fight, early this morning before she left – his mother had called the previous day to invite them for dinner, Noelle wanted to go but Dominic declined for both of them. Safe to say that Noelle was not at all pleased by this and all hell broke loose. She yelled a couple of names at him before storming out to work angrily. Now that he thought of it, he realized Maeve would have to deal with a moody and irritated Noelle. The thought made him smile. Everything went downhill the moment his personal assistant, John, rushed into his office, holding the phone in his hand. “Sir…your father wants to...speak to you…”Dominic sighed, rubbing his forehead with his palm. “Can it wait? I have a lot of things to work on right now.”John glanced at the phone nervously. “It’s…it’
Dominic climbed down the stairs dressed in a pair of suits and holding a briefcase, looking like every inch of the businessman he was. He descended the stairs in quick yet elegant steps. Immediately his chef saw him walking down, she rushed towards him, greeting him, “good morning sir.”He grunted in reply.“Would you like to have breakfast sir?” She asked. “No,” Dominic answered simply, heading for the door. He walked out of the house and immediately, a car drive up to him. The driver climbed out, turned around to open the door for him and waited as he climbed into the car. Then, the driver entered into the car and started it, driving away. Inside the car, Dominic scrolled through his phone. He had just received a message from Maeve asking him to hurry up. This time, the had agreed to meet at her office. They had already started working on the project and it was shaping up nicely. Even though he and Maeve still could not stand each other, the job was still going on smoothly. Someti
Maeve cursed under her breath as she prepared for her meeting this morning. Dressed in a pair of pink suit and a silver shoe with a silver bag to match, she had her hair packed into a bun. She walked out of the room, a frown on her face. As she descended the stairs she found her father sitting by the table, having his breakfast. “Good morning, dad,” She greeted. He glanced up from his food. “Morning, darling. You look amazing.”Maeve grinned at his words, despite the annoyance brewing in her – not at her father of course but at the meeting she clearly had to attend. “Thanks, dad.” She assessed him slowly, noticing that he was dressed formally in a pair of black suit. “Are you going to the office, dad?”“Yes. I thought I would pop in to see how things are going,” he answered. “I won’t take long, though. Just a while.”“Oh,” Maeve answered. “But I’m not going to be there.”He paused his eating briefly, looking up at his daughter. “Why?” He wondered. “I told you I have to meet with Dom
What was that saying – where there is family there is love? Well, right now, Dominic was not feeling a lot of love towards his family. He was seated on the couch, fuming inwardly. Across him was his father and mother and at the other side of the room was his step-sister, Noelle. He and Noelle had arrived about ten minutes ago to find his parents waiting outside his home for him.The atmosphere was tense and uncomfortable, and Noelle shuffled around on her feet, itching for someone to break the silence, while Dominic glared at his parents, especially his father. “Anna, how was the journey here?” Noelle asked Dominic’s mother politely, finally breaking the silence. She cringed at the question. The journey here? It wasn’t like they lived at the other side of the world. Although, they did live a good thirty to forty-five minutes away from them. “Oh, it was great, darling, thanks for asking,” Anna answered kindly. Despite knowing that Noelle was her husband’s bastard child, she still tre