Christiana’s point of view“God, I’m already liking her.” The guy next to another table chuckled and said with an amusing smile.What the hell! Jesus. Just help me. What type of nuisance is this? Don’t they know how to behave? I guess they rarely know. I know this is pub but they ought to have some decency. Is this the way rich brats behave? I guess I am expecting too much from them. Probably, this is only the way to behave for them. They got no ethics and manners. At least, I expected chivalry from them for a woman.“Sorry?” Then I realized that he got it on his ego that I do not know who is he? Well, I do not have time to read those magazines featuring the big wigs if he is one of them.Without wasting my time on that idiosyncratic person, I just came from there. I really did not want to pay heed on his nuisance.“Here is my id.” The billionaire – my husband said and I looked into the intense eyes for his view but he looked reluctant."Hey you are Tiger, the owner of Kelvin? I alway
Christiana's point of view“Christiana be quick.” I heard my manager calling for me and I immediately nodded my head and turned to bring their drinks, why on Earth his eyes are always on me, there are other people here too but he has to always make me run errands, of course, Lucy got a day off because she lets him fuck her but I’m never going to that extent for this pay.“Hey, you come here?’ I was giving drinks to people and checking the list of drinks when that old bastard called me, he was the same man who was looking at my hook with lust in his eyes. I clenched my fist seeing the smirk on his face.“Yes sir?” I was acting as much normal as I could at that second.“How long do I have to wait for what I want?” I could feel that he was trying to do dirty talks. I gave him an expression as to what he meant.“Where is our main course babe?’ I hate it when someone calls me like that but do I even have an option, control Christ, you can do it, it’s not your first time. “Sir, just a minut
Christiana’s point of view It was time to close and like always I was the one left, "Hey be quick Christiana I need to leave." "Yes sir." Everyone is paid equally but why I am the only one overworking? Like always Lucy helped me and it was time to close. I changed into my clothes a simple t-shirt and jeans. "Bye Christ, see you tomorrow." "Bye....good night." She is a nice girl. I walked out of the bar and for some reason that guy – my dear husband was still in my head like there was something intriguing about him. For some reason I wanted to see him again which I know was impossible. I was in my own world but then I noticed a rover standing there and a figure standing next to it, he was man but who? I walked towards him and my eyes met his. "Christ." It was not my manager but him. "You?" His eyes were looking at me and making a note of every inch of my body but I didn't feel disgusted of the way he was looking at me. It was him. The one I was thinking about. "It's Christiana."
Christiana’s point of viewI don't know where I was as I remember that I was being blind folded by him and after fifteen minutes he brought me to this place. It was dark, I don't know exactly what kind of place is this but it looked like a small cottage and it was lit by small lamps, if I'm not wrong, we were far away from the city and it was a mountainous area.Escaping was not even in my head as I don't know where I am and what if I run from here and become prey of wild animals. For some reason I knew that being with him will be safe."Sorry for making you wait lady. " I heard a voice and I stood up to look from where it was coming.It was him, Tiger. He was in a bathrobe with his hair wet, covering his forehead descending from the stairs. Water was dripping from his wet hair to his face and neck.Why he has to look so good every time? Christ, control you have to be rational."What am I doing here?" I wanted to know what's happening as I was unable to get it that why has he brought
Christiana’s point of viewI don't know how long did I sleep, the bed I was on was comfortable and soft, it's not like my bed. Where the hell are you, Christ?Realising I wasn't where I should be, I immediately opened my eyes."Ah! It hurts. " I tried to move but my wrist, I was engulfed with a sharp pain when I tried to move it.Where am I? It dawned upon me that what happened last night. I was not handcuffed anymore. Where is he? Just because of him there was a mark on my left wrist.I looked around and I was in a different room, it was beautiful with a small balcony decorated with climbers, the room was small but it looked rich as it was furnished with riches. The golden rays of sunlight was making it look more beautiful. If I'll ever look for a place for vacation, I'd love to be brought here.There was a closet but it had nothing to do with me, I need to go.I stood on my feet and opened the door, there was silence everywhere, I guess he isn't here.While passing I saw a family pi
Christiana’s point of view It was already eight in the morning and I was sure as hell that if my little brother doesn’t wake up in one minute, I will blast his ears with the loud music. “Abraham, I’m asking for the last time are you waking up or not?” I asked pulling the comforter from her but it made no difference. Just because of him we will be late again for school and I can’t afford to get late Abraham. You should come out as soon as possible. Childhood days were another. But now we cannot! We should be responsible enough. Brother come out. Trust me it’s embarrassing. One, two, and three. “No, wait I’m up please, have some mercy on my ears I have only one pair of them.” And he was up at the right time. He looked frustrated because his king sleep was disrupted but I don’t care he was irresponsible, “You have twenty minutes, I’ll be waiting for you at the breakfast table.” I gave him the ultimatum and he rolled his eyes but maybe when the word twenty minutes replayed in his head h
Christiana found solace in the stillness of her favorite spot in the garden—a quaint stone bench nestled beneath a blossoming cherry tree. Its delicate pink petals swayed in the gentle breeze, offering a sense of serenity amidst the turmoil that plagued her heart and mind. As she sat, her thoughts meandered through the escapades of her past. The hazy memories played like a silent filmstrip, each scene blending into the next, a montage of moments that had led her to this crossroad. She traced her fingers along the rough texture of the bench, seeking comfort in its solidity. The weight of her broken marriage continued to gnaw at her, the realization of her father's manipulation lingering like a bitter taste in her mouth. How had she allowed herself to be swept up in such a deceitful charade? The questions reverberated through her mind, echoing the doubts that had taken root within her. The truth, once hidden, now lay bare before her. The path forward was shrouded in uncertainty, and C
Christiana’s point of viewLife had its own way of dealing with me. We never know in which direction we will be moving until the right time has approached. So did not know in which way my life was heading towards. I was just clueless like hell! Holy shit!I wanted a ray of hope to enter in my life and finally guide me as in where am I supposed to go. You never know where life is going to take you. It was 2 at night. Everything seemed quite dizzy and blurry. There was a shield of fakeness before my eyes which I could not remove. Even if I wanted then also I could not. No. no. no.Jesus! Help.If I talk about love, there was no love in my life. Everything in my life was so useless and meaningless like I had no motive in my life. Though my brother was out of the jail, still, I had to deal with certain things which I never wanted. I had to deal with I opened my diary to revisit the memories, as I was completely out. I needed to feel the feeling of being accepted and loved. The time when l