As the weekend was over, I went back to Southampton City to continue with my work. I noticed there was a change.Since yesterday, being Monday, Zayn hadn't come to my office as he used to. He hadn't even called me on the phone. Apparently, he had stopped disturbing me.When I inquired about him from Mr. Nicholas, I was told he had stopped showing up at the office after the day he got into a fight with Jason at the restaurant.According to what Zayn told him, he had returned to his main company.I was so happy to hear this although I felt for him. He must really be going through a lot for him to abandon Zech Holdings Ltd. after the incident at the restaurant.Nonetheless, I was happier with the way the staff treated me. None of them tried reminding me of the past incident by questioning me about my relationship with Zayn. Instead, they were all focused on work and treated me nicely.This continues until my work here was about to come to an end—I had finished the advertisement and filmi
It was hard for me to accept it—to accept that this was Zayn in front of me, addressing me as Ms. Paulson.Since I came to this city, even on the first day we set eyes on each other after so many years, which common sense should tell him I would still be angry with him, he never did call me this.Zayn hasn't looked at me with such indifference as he's doing now, as if I'm just a mere co-worker who is inferior to him.As much as I wanted Zayn to leave, I never expected it in such a brutal way. It made me nearly cry, but I can't stoop so low as to embarrass myself in the presence of the directors.I swallowed hard, trying to remain strong. I was feeling all bad. This wasn't what I expected. I didn't want to feel that indifference from him.I want those sparkle-eye gestures he did give me, with emotion and love.His attitude today only reminds me of the years I was married to him. This was exactly how he treated me most of the time those days.He treated me so coldly."This just proved t
I was so mad at him that I wished I could just rush to him and squeeze him in two pieces with my bare hands."Well, I appreciate your criticism, Mr. Zayn," I said, pausing for a moment."However, if you had paid close attention to the video advert, you would have noticed that it wasn't just one video but a collection of different sets of ads," I replied in a calm but mean manner.Zayn's countenance changed in an instant. "Are you insinuating that I didn't pay attention to the video, Ms. Paulson?" He reverberated."That I left what I was doing in my office to come here only to pay zero attention to what was happening here?" Zayn barked, his voice going higher as he spoke."Are you aware I can destroy you and your work, right? Just a single negative review from me would send you and your organization to shambles."Not gonna lie, hearing this sent cold shivers down my spine. Receiving a negative critique from a common man gives me sleepless nights, let alone from Zayn, who has influence
"So you did this intentionally? You intentionally chose to humiliate me before the directors simply because of the issue between the two of us?" I didn't even know when the question came out of my mouth.Zayn let out a smirk, clutching his hands together. He sipped from his bottled water before proceeding to respond to me."Of course. Do I have to tell you that before you know what to do?" he remarked, smiling with satisfaction."You're yet to change, Zayn. You still remain that Zayn from six years ago," I said, clenching my fists. I was angry about his response. The fact he's bragging about it infuriates me."Change? You expect me to change when you boldly kissed a man in front of me. Tell me how you think I'll change after doing that to me," he reacted, standing up from his seat.I don't know if I should laugh or not over his statement. I never knew he was pained by that scene to keep the grudge till now—for a complete week."He's not just a man, Zayn, but my boyfriend. Wasn't that
I couldn't believe what Zayn had just asked me to do. Did he really expect me to kiss him in order to approve the project? Goodness, Zayn must have lost his mind.He was essentially proposing a quid pro quo arrangement. He should have been straightforward instead of beating around the bush. If he wanted to sleep with me to approve the project, he should have just said so.I let out a deep sigh and gave him a cold, unforgiving look. "Have you completely lost your mind?" I asked, gesturing with my hand towards my head as I approached him."What kind of ridiculous request is that? Have I ever indicated that I'm desperate for project approval, Zayn?"Zayn chuckled briefly and walked over to the window to look out at the city."A kiss is just a kiss. I didn't ask for much. Or would you prefer to keep redoing the project indefinitely until it's approved?" he declared, letting out a wicked laugh.My face scrunched up in a frown. I couldn't believe he was still insisting on his request even af
"I've told you countless times that you're wasting your time. I'm not interested in any of this...""Fuck it! I said, "Fuck!" He yelled, cutting me off and springing up from the floor.""I've said it before: you never change. You're still the Zayn I know."At this point, we were already yelling at each other as I was unable to hold back any longer.He paused, gritting his teeth as he thought for a moment. "So what are you going to do? Are you going to deny my proposal?" He asked, a bit scared."Of course. Have I been blabbing all this time? I'm not one of those who go back to their vomit," I said firmly, a smug grin tugging at my lips as I walked out of the office, heading to mine.To my surprise, as I walked out of Zayn's office, I met the management staff in the corridor next to his office, waiting for me to provide them with feedback."It didn't work," I said to them, sighing weakly.Their expressions darkened. "So what do we do now?" A lady among them asked, her tone laced with tir
The entire weekend seems to be the worst phase of my work. I never expected it to be this hectic.I would go to bed late, around 2 a.m., and wake up at 5 a.m. I barely eat because of this project, even though I had said that no work could make me do that.I was trying to deliver it by Monday morning so I could free myself from the Zech Holdings project. However, I had already lost interest in what I was doing as the work had lost its main value. While trying to implement those unnecessary policies Zayn requested, it lost its original look and value.I paused what I was doing and started to rethink my decision. The stress was much more than I expected.I sighed in frustration and gazed at the ceiling of the apartment, which is where I was staying. I had been so devoted to this project that I couldn't even spend some time with my daughter through video calls or normal calls.I couldn't even call her the day I intended, and when I finally did, the call didn't last—we had a brief conversa
The drive from where I was staying to Zayn's residence was about seventy kilometers.I took a deep sigh as the driver halted in front of the compound, knowing that I was about to go and meet Zayn, whom I had sworn a few years ago not to have anything to do with for divorcing me for his fling.I alighted from the cab and paid the driver, then turned, facing the building."Been a while," I muttered, referring to the house. Immediately, all the memories I had about that house hit me like a hurricane, and I tried to hold back my emotions.Without much delay, I walked up to the entry gate and knocked. About two minutes later, the security man walked out and opened the gate."Good evening, Ma'am. Please, are you Zora?" He questioned, and I nodded in affirmation.He was a new person, not the former security man we had then.Perhaps Zayn had already told him about me, as if he already knew that I'd one day find him."Please come in." The security man remarked, extending a warm smile."Thank y
ZORA —"Are you saying that Daisy isn't my baby?""Ah. No, I didn't mean to say that," I said, realizing my mistake—I had insinuated that Jason is just being foolish by taking care of a child that doesn't belong to him unknowingly."You are the only father Daisy has. I'm sorry for being mouthy. Trust me, I didn't mean that," I went on apologizing."It's fine. So let's go together since you insisted on picking her up. Maybe you're scared of Daisy transferring all the parental love to me."A smug grin tugged on my lips as I found that statement amusing."Let's go then," I said. I picked the car key from the table and led the way while he followed.We sauntered to the parking lot. I was heading to my car when Jason objected. "Are you planning on driving me?""Of course. Anything wrong with that?" I asked him, looking worried."Not at all. But I want us to go with my car. I should drive you with my car," he stated, heading to his car.I had no option but to follow him. Jason always likes
ZORA —I was in my office sorting out works that I intended to embark on once I'm back from break. Suddenly, the door was opened, and I turned with tension.No one opens the door of my office and walks in without my messenger informing me beforehand, seeking permission first from me, so I was scared of being in danger.However, the moment I saw Jason entering, I exhaled a deep sigh of relief. "You literally freaked me out," I commented, pouting my lips as I faked a cry, doing that baby girl look, and as expected, he walked closer to me and began petting me."I'm sorry, baby. Pardon my misconduct," he said, hugging me and using his cheeks to brush mine.Nonetheless, I noticed one of his hands was hidden behind his back. "What's in your right hand?" I asked him."Do you want to know?" He responded with a question, leaving me curious while adjourning the hand down to his butt area as I tried to find out."Calm down. It was even meant for you. But you have to close your eyes first so I ca
ZAYN—I swallowed hard, my eyes rolling as I tried to quench the urge to sound harsh to him and tell him openly how he offended me."Nothing, Blake. I don't feel like going," I said, my gaze still on the kids.Blake sighed with frustration. "I think you're confused, Zayn. You don't know exactly what you want, and anyone helping you is just wasting their time on you. Do you know what it takes to organize a party? Making everyone leave their daily activities to join this party, which was organized solely because of you.""I'm not interested in any damn party, man! Call it off. What's the big deal there?" I barked at him, my tone venomous.He then let out a bitter chuckle. "I've helped you succeed with your mission, and now you're trying to kick me out of your life, thinking I'm of no use to you anymore?""You didn't help me with anything, Blake," I cut him short before he could finish his speech."How could you help me and be useful to me but only be backstabbing me? Hiding sensitive in
ZAYN —"No!" I roared, standing up from the couch and beginning to pace around the room.No way I'm going to let another man take away my child from me.Impossible!I reached for my phone and scrolled through the contact list; I wanted to call my pilot because I wanted to embark on a mission.I stared at my wrist, checking if I could make it on this mission that I'm about to embark on.As soon as the call was answered, I proceeded to deliver my message. "Hello, get the plane ready. I will be heading to Northville City. Expect me in the field in a short time," I remarked and quickly hung up the call without letting him say anything."Impossible!" I screamed again, dropping the glass cup of wine nonchalantly on the table and standing up, not minding the content pouring away."Another man can't claim my child on a platter of gold while I'm still alive," I grumbled, hurriedly dashing into my restroom to take a shower.About five minutes later, I was done with bathing, and I left for my ro
ZAYN—"Hello, Mr. Zayn. Always at your service. What's the deal this time?" He asked as soon as he answered the call.I took a deep breath before making my request. "I want you to investigate Zora for me. Heard she has a child, so I need you to confirm the maternity of the girl and the hospital she was birthed in in Northville City," I requested."Alright, but could you tell me the year of birth?" he requested, his fingers already typing on his keyboard as he began working on the request."Ummm..." I checked the girl's image on my computer to estimate her age and birth year."From her height, I would say she was born in 2019. But you should verify that as well. I will send you the girl's image so you can continue your investigation," I stated, forwarding the picture to Michael's email address."Got it, sir. I will give you feedback shortly," he said, and the call ended."Great," I muttered, clasping my fingers as I awaited Michael's response.Michael is a renowned detective who works
ZAYN—"You didn't tell me all this year that you have a secret baby with someone?" She commented, looking excited."I don't have a child anywhere, Grandma. I'm yet to figure out how I'm connected to this child," I responded, my last statement solely to draw her mind off the notion that the girl looks like me, although I know it's a clear fact."I'm doomed. God, what's my offense to give me this type of a grandchild?" She wailed, raising both hands up as she questioned her creator."Why are you determined to let your father's legacy be forgotten? You've refused to spend time with me and also don't want to give me a great-grandchild. At least if I have a great-grandchild, I would be a happy lady, but you said no. You abandoned me to die of loneliness.""Your father died out of his foolishness, and your mother couldn't bear his loss, and it resulted in her high blood pressure, which later took away her life years later after his demise, leaving you behind." She paused, dampening the tear
ZAYN—I was sweating, going through my contact list searching for who to call.It has been over five hours since Grandma was admitted to this hospital, and I haven't heard any positive, consoling news about her.Whenever I bumped into the doctor and asked him about my grandma's development, he would only reply with, "We're doing our best.""How am I going to forgive myself that my decision was what led to the sudden demise of my grandma?" I questioned myself, realizing that if I hadn't divorced Zora, all these catastrophic situations wouldn't have befallen me.I was about to dial Zora's contact when the doctor walked out of the ward Grandma was admitted to."Has she finally died?" I asked him, my mouth dried with drool."Calm down, Mr. Zayn. Your grandmother is okay, and you can go and see her.""Yes!" I screamed and hurried inside the ward. "Mama, you're awake," I said, touching her cheeks, making sure she's fully okay."Yeah. I'm okay. I forgot to take my medication before leaving t
ZAYN —As the elevator halted, I walked out before Zora and headed to my destination.Damn, I must admit that this was the greatest taste of self-control I have ever had in my life. I didn't even know I could make it, staying in that elevator with Zora without stirring up romantic discussion.Seeing Zora again after so many weeks didn't ease the crazy desire I have for her. I never thought I could see her again after hearing from my manager at Zech Holdings that she had left Southampton after completing her project.She was still perfect, glowing as always.Only God knows how I felt being with Zora inside the elevator. Honestly, I never thought I could do it because every part of my body yearns for her kiss.I wanted to grab her and kiss the hell out of her, but each time I remembered the deal we made, I would retract my action.Her gaze wasn't concentrated on me. I bet no way she wouldn't realize that I wanted her kiss—I wanted to throw her to the wall and kiss her so bad.She wasn't
ZORA—Today marks two weeks since I returned to Northville City, and I have been spending time with my family, especially my daughter.The day after my return from Southampton City, Jason received a business call that required him to travel out of the city. He stayed there for a week and some days before finally returning. However, he went straight to his house, with his reason being that I am already back.However, I know the main reason for his abrupt move to his house without stopping at my place, where he left for the trip, has nothing to do with my presence. It was because of how I treated him. I had taken him as just a buddy instead of a lover, which is why I hadn't engaged in an intimate activity with him.Checking the time on my wrist, I was surprised to see it wasalmost twelve o'clock p.m. I took a deep sigh, picked up my phone from the table, and texted Jason that I would be going to Southampton City to pick up a file that I forgot at Zech Holdings.I couldn't call him beca