“Please come in. Millie is home already and she’s waiting for us,” Adrian said as he took my hand in his again. By that time, I had gotten quite used to having him hold my hand and I had to admit that I did not dislike his touch. Adrian led me inside his mansion and the interior was as impressive as the exterior. A middle-aged woman who I assumed was a senior maid in the house greeted us politely. “Where is Millie?” Adrian asked. “She’s waiting for you in the living room right now with her nanny,” the woman replied before smiling politely my way. “This is Elena,” Adrian introduced me in short. “It is an honor to meet you, Miss Elena. My name is Gloria and I head the maids in this house. If you need anything, please let me or any of the maids know,” the old maid said before bowing politely to me. “Thank you very much. You are so kind,” I replied politely. “Let’s go,” Adrian said as he tugged on my hand for me to follow him.He led me through a hallway that led to a large open sp
Her nanny was by her side to comfort her while I watched the whole scene unfold right in front of me. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. This has turned into a bigger mess than I thought possible. Why did Adrian have to put it that way? He could have told her nicely. I didn’t know that he was so strict with his daughter like this. “Adrian…” I whispered his name in shock. I looked at the crying girl and realized that this all started off on the wrong foot. We shouldn’t have sprung this up on her like this and Adrian’s strictness did not help. Despite Adrian’s best intentions in wanting Millie to have a mother so that she could have a ‘normal family’, there was no guarantee that Millie wanted the same thing for herself. “Millie, stop crying…” Adrian scolded her in a low voice. Instinctively, I reached out a hand and grabbed Adrian’s arm as if to restrain him from causing Millie any more psychological harm and fear. “Adrian please…you don’t have to be so harsh on her,” I be
“You really love my father?” Millie asked softly.“Of course, I do. I’m dating him after all. Your father is a very kind man. I really love him and that’s why I want to do everything that I can to make him happy. When he told me about you, I really wish that we could get along because I didn’t want him to worry. I just want Adrian to be happy,” I said. Millie looked at me and her face twisted as a frown formed between her brows. It seemed like she was deep in thought as she considered what I had just said. “What about you? Do you want to make your father happy?” I asked brightly. “Yes…I want father to be happy…” Millie mumbled in reply. “I don’t want to replace your mother because I don’t think that I can, or that anyone can. So, can we just be friends? I’ll take care of you and…make sure that Adrian scolds you less. Want to work with me to make Adrian happier?” I suggested before smiling down at her. Millie stared up at me with her round brown eyes and I prayed that my words got
My eyes widened in shock when I felt Adrian’s soft lips on mine, capturing my words into his sweet and gentle kiss. The rest of my words got lost in my mouth as I let out a soft moan. His lips continued to kiss mine softly. It was such a tender kiss that made my body tingle with warmth all over. Slowly my eyes drifted close, and I let the warmth of his kiss envelop and take over my me. His hands reached up to cup my cheek and I moaned sweetly into his kiss. The tip of his tongue slowly glided out to lick my closed lips until my lips parted a little to grant his wet tongue access to my mouth. Gently his tongue eased between my lips and into the wet depths of my mouth. Adrian sighed with satisfaction when his tongue connected with mine and engaged in a loving dance. He licked my tongue before grinding his tongue against mine as our kiss deepened. I moaned and whimpered into his kiss as he pleasured my mouth with his skillful tongue. His hands slid down my back until he reached my wais
Then his arms released me, and it was like nothing had happened at all just now. “You, too. Goodnight,” I replied before I closed the car’s door. Stepping a few steps away, I waved at him as I watched his car drive off into the distance. Alone in bed that night, my mind was occupied with thoughts of Adrian and what had happened between us. I truly did not expect him to kiss me and definitely not the way that he kissed me…so deeply and so passionately. The words of gossip from those women that I ran into earlier in the day in the women’s bathroom came drifting back into my mind. ‘He’s famous for sleeping around with all the young and pretty nurses. None of them ever last long…’Have I somehow ended up with a playboy doctor on my list of clients now? Well, we’ll see sooner or later how it goes. At least if I jump on the pill, I won’t get pregnant with his child…Wait, what am I even thinking? The contract has a clause prohibiting sexual activity and I’m going to keep it that way. Pe
“Hello, Miss Elena. Sorry for the late introduction but I am Mr. Brandon’s secretary. My name is Kenneth,” the man said politely. “I’m Elena…” I replied before smiling a little at him. “I wasn’t here to greet you the last time that you were here because I was out on some errands and I do apologize for that,” the man said humbly. “That’s not a problem at all,” I replied. It was honestly very surprising that Brandon had a male secretary. I’m not being sexist about job roles and suitability based on gender or anything like that because I knew that if this man could survive as Brandon’s secretary, then he must be extremely good at his job. It was just a little surprising…“Please follow me, Mr. Brandon is…umm…working in his office,” the man said a little hesitantly. I wasn’t certain but it seemed like something was troubling Kenneth. That coupled with the fact that Brandon is not here……Kenneth led me into Brandon’s office and gestured towards the large table where Brandon was busy
“Time to take a break and eat,” I announced loudly. “I’m working,” he replied coldly. At least he wasn’t oblivious to my existence which was a huge leap forward. Now I just need to get his attention and convince him to stop working even if it was just for a second. “Brandon, please eat your food. You also need to rest. Kenneth told me that you’ve been working for two days straight already,” I said firmly without willing to back down. “Feed me,” he said passively. “Stop working and eat yourself,” I snapped. “I’m working. Feed me or I won’t eat at all,” he replied without a care. Some things really never change. I had to feed and take care of Brandon as if he was a baby when he got like this back in the days too. No wonder Kenneth couldn’t do anything to help Brandon in this situation. I could feed him but that wasn’t a sustainable solution at all. What if I wasn’t here the next time that this happened? How had he been living all this time since we broke up? Who took care of him…
“Essentially, it’s not really what people would consider coffee. It’s basically, coffee mixed with a lot of whole milk and a lot of sugar. The key thing is to make it as sweet and creamy as possible so that it sort of tastes like coffee ice cream. You know, the coffee ice cream that even little kids could enjoy because it’s just so sweet…” I explained as I brought out the ingredients that I had used earlier. Kenneth watched me as I made black coffee from the machine before pouring in whole milk and mixing in loads of sugar. I turned to smile at him only to find that he had a ghastly expression on his face. It was like he didn’t want to believe the thing that he was seeing. “Are you serious? I never knew that he liked his coffee like this…” Kenneth exclaimed before trailing off. “It’s not common, I guess. It’s so sweet and milky that it’s not really like coffee anymore. Would you like a taste?” I offered followed by a giggle. Kenneth seemed surprised for a bit but then his expressi
“What are you sorry about, Elena? Are you sorry for turning me down?” he asked.His cold and very calm tone made my body tremble, and I could feel myself sweating from my own nervousness. I wanted to answer him but then I realized that I didn’t know what I was sorry for. “Please let me go home. I’ll make it up to you another day,” I said to excuse myself for the day. I turned to reach for the car door and once again I felt his grip on my arm pulling me back. It was rare for Brandon to act persistent like this, and it just made me want to scream at him out of frustration. I whirled around to face him ready to do just that.“What is it that you really want?” I spat. “To have sex with you,” he replied smoothly.“You know well that that isn’t want I’m talking about…” I said through clenched teeth as my frustration quickly turned to anger. “What’s wrong, Elena? If you can do it with him in the hospital, surely, you can do it with me here in the car…” he said as he stared at me with a v
The lights turned green, and we were on our way again. Our brief yet intense conversation came to a pause. We were getting close to the intersection where Brandon would usually let me off so that I could walk back to my place. The night felt darker than normal, and I wasn’t sure if that was because of my mood or not. Not a lot of cars were on the road which thankfully made the traffic lighter than normal. “Should we go to your room? It’s supposed to be really close by, isn’t it?” he suggested seductively. I turned to give him a curious look. His sudden question came out of nowhere and it surprised me even more to find that he seemed quite serious about it. My lips curved into a smile before I automatically began laughing it off as a passing comment that didn’t mean anything. “Thanks for driving me back,” I said as I reached for the door. There was no point in delaying my departure any further. We had arrived at the spot where I was supposed to get off and so I should do exactly th
“Yes, and I like it that way as long as I’m the only one buying,” he replied without missing a heartbeat. I bit hard on my lower lip when I had to admit to myself that I had asked him the wrong question and had invited this misfortune upon myself. His hand around mine felt warm and his grip was firm as he pulled me after him toward his car. Something told me that he wasn’t kidding when he said that. I let out a sigh when I resigned myself to following him silently to his car. Fortunately, there weren’t many cars on the road and traffic was extremely light. That meant that it wouldn’t take too long for him to drop me off so that I could walk back to my place. It wasn’t like I was scared of him, but I did feel uncomfortable being in the enclosed space of the car with him alone. The revealing and brightly colored dress that I had on did not make me feel better and I wondered why I wasn’t smart enough to opt for a pair of pants and matching blazer instead. Everything might have been in
The desire that I sensed in his intense gaze made my heartbeat quicken despite the many times that I told myself silently in my head to remain calm. My lips felt dry, and my tongue instinctively moved to lick my lower lip. “Thanks for the advice, I guess. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave so you can get back to whatever it was you were working on,” I muttered softly as I tried my best to excuse myself. “One more thing before you go,” he said to halt my departure.This time it was Brandon who got out of his seat. I turned my head around as he walked toward the worktable in the room. To my surprise, he returned with a box. Brandon came to stand right in front of me before shoving the box toward me. “What is this?” I asked with a hint of suspicion. “Open it and you’ll see,” he said without answering my question. “Ok…” I murmured while feeling slightly confused. It was so like Brandon to be mysterious about everything. With what had just happened between us, I didn’t think
Maybe, just maybe, things would have turned out differently if he hadn’t left me. If we never broke up, my life might have been better or more normal. I was very tempted to think that it was his fault that I ended up the way I was. If I had been younger and less experienced, I would have thought exactly that. That it was all because he dumped me that I was forced to marry George to save my family’s face. Back then, I was too heartbroken to think straight or resist my parent’s proposal. The man that I chose out of my own free will had betrayed me and suddenly left. I was too shocked to even face reality and the mistake that I made. It made me lose all self-confidence that I could make any correct decisions in my life and that perhaps, my parents were the ones who knew better. If I had been younger, I would have pinned everything on Brandon as his fault. However, I was no longer that young, fresh, and green. I looked up and I couldn’t hold in my giggle and ended up laughing softly at
There were many things that I needed to apologize for, and I was certain that he knew that already. It was unfortunate, but I wasn’t in a position with a whole lot of bargaining power, and he absolutely knew that as well. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he wanted to hear me say it, then I had no other choice but to say it. “That day at the hospital, I was unprofessional. Although I was supposed to be working for you, I ended up serving another client when we happened to run into each other…” I said before I pressed my lips tightly into a thin line. My throat and my lips felt dry, and I had to run my tongue along my lower lip. Brandon did not say anything, and he did not seem at all impressed at my attempt to do things his way. His eyes stared coldly at me, and I knew that he was waiting for me to go on. “This is all still kind of new for me, and yes, I know that it’s not a great excuse, but I didn’t know how to handle running into two of my clients at the same time. I panicked…” I
Just as I had expected, within the already very private space was another level of privacy when he led me to a private room. Once again, I began to wonder what exactly Brandon had planned. Although he appeared the way that he always did, I couldn’t deny that the atmosphere between us was unusually tense. I wondered if he also felt the way that I did or if I was the only one who felt unusually stiff while we were together. “Sit anywhere you like,” he instructed casually as he gestured to the large set of white sofas in the middle of the room. My eyes scanned the pristinely white and modern interior of the private room that we were in. Apart from the large sofa set that was in the middle of the room, there was a very large shiny white work desk with a matching white leather chair. Brandon must have been working in this room before my arrival because his laptop still had its lid open on the table. “I didn’t know that you liked working in shared working spaces nowadays…” I said to make
Brandon was definitely the heir to the largest chain of casinos on top of hotels for sure. Brandon never played any game unless he was the gamemaster. I have never seen him lose a bet before either in my life. George was seriously a fool to think that he could win against Brandon and at his own casino at that. So now, what game is he going to make me play?The only way to find out was to ask him. I thought that that was ironic in and of itself. If I had to pick, then I would say that I would prefer not to see Brandon. Although what happened was more my fault than his, my desire to hide away from him outweighed my rational sense and reason to want to meet him. Before I would chicken out and change my mind, I took out my phone and sent a simple text to Brandon. ‘Where and when do you want to meet me?’ I counted silently in my mind to around twenty as I stared at my phone screen. Just as I had anticipated, Brandon sent me back a reply within that timeframe. Had he been expecting for m
“About that trip to the orphanage that we were talking about…” he began before looking at me as if to gauge my reaction. “I’d still love to go if you still want me to,” I replied almost immediately. “Really?” Adrian asked with such an excited look on his face. Suddenly, he appeared much younger and a lot more innocent. Just like an excited little boy who had successfully invited his friend on a trip, he beamed a smile at me. With what had happened between us, maybe he thought that I would have changed my mind about going on a trip with him. If he was someone else, that might have turned out to be the case. However, if I was being honest, I really looked forward to going on that trip with him. It wasn’t just because it was a chance to spend more time with Adrian, but the idea of visiting orphanages felt like the right thing to do for me. Getting in contact with my past life might do me some good and help me figure out something about my sense of self and who I was. After being adop