Gosh! Those eyes! They were screaming cute! His masculine beauty was out of this world and he is the kind of man I’d love. The only problem I saw in him was the big tattoo on his arm that extended to his wrists. Being a typical church girl, I couldn’t end up with such a man unless I wanted to be disowned by my father. “I’d have a glass of martini, extra dirty and tacos.” He said in a dreamy gusty voice. “Coming right up” I said taking the menu list and flashed a timid smile at him. I felt my cheeks burning and if there was a mirror around here, I’d have checked how embarrassing I must be looking. My face must have definitely turned pink. I watched him as he ate gracefully without looking elsewhere, his eyes were fixed on his phone. His short brown hair was to die for, I instantly wished I could run my fingers through them. Too bad, I might not be the kind of woman he wants; it wouldn't hurt to have sinful fantasies. He suddenly looked towards me, maybe he must have noticed I had my eyes on him all along. Immediately he locked eyes with mine, I looked elsewhere pretending to looking for something that wasn’t missing. I could tell he gave a faint smile but kept sipping his drink slowly, as he was gazing at his phone. He gave a signal to come and get his bill and I walked gracefully to him. God! I wish he could just take me to bed. Oops! I’m a church girl and shouldn’t be thinking of things like that. “You should take a picture of me, it will last longer.” He said in a baritone voice.
View MoreI must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, there was a soft knock on my door. The sun was lower in the sky now, casting long shadows across my room."Cindy?" It was Maria's voice. "Can I come in, dear?"I sat up and unlocked the door. Maria came in carrying a tray with tea and some sandwiches."I thought you might be hungry," she said, setting the tray down on my small table. "You missed lunch."I hadn't even realized I was hungry until I smelled the food. My stomach growled loudly."Thank you," I said, sitting down at the table. "Maria, about what happened this morning...""I know what I saw," Maria said firmly, sitting down across from me. "That girl grabbed you first. She was threatening you. You were just defending yourself."Relief flooded through me. "You believe me?""Of course, I believe you. I've been watching that, Fiona. She's trouble, that one. Always has been." Maria poured tea into my cup. "But she's clever. She knows how to make herself look like the vict
I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My heart was still racing from what had happened downstairs with Fiona. The way she looked at me when I walked away from her, like she wanted to kill me. But I was tired. So tired of being pushed around, of being treated like I was nothing. I had dealt with worse people than Fiona before. Charlotte from church with her cruel whispers and judgmental looks, the rude customers at the diner who treated me like I was invisible or beneath them. I had survived all of that. I could survive her, too. I wasn't going to let her make me hide in my room like a scared little girl. This was supposed to be my safe place, at least for now. I had every right to walk around this house, to talk to whoever I wanted to talk to. The next morning, I decided I was done being afraid. I got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I needed coffee, and I wasn't going to let Fiona stop me from getting it. Maria was at the stove making breakfast. She looked up whe
As I stepped out of Cindy's room and closed the door, I found Fiona standing in the hallway. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, like she had been waiting for me."Finally," she said, pushing herself off the wall. "I was wondering how long you were going to spend in there with her."I was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of explaining, tired of everything. "What do you want, Fiona?""What do I want?" Her voice got louder. "I want to know what your problem is with that girl. Why are you so obsessed with her? Why can't you just focus on me?""I'm not obsessed with anyone.""Really? Because you spend more time worrying about her than you do about your own fiancée." Fiona stepped closer to me. "Do you want me to report this to your father, John? Do you want me to tell him how you're behaving?"I felt anger rise in my chest. "Are you threatening me?""I'm asking you to remember who you're supposed to marry. And if you don't start behaving yourself, I'm going to make sure
Chapter Fifty-three: John's POVI stood in the kitchen doorway, watching Cindy walk away. Something was wrong. Very wrong.The air in the kitchen felt heavy, like after a bad storm. Maria looked upset. Her hands were shaking as she stirred something on the stove. Fiona stood near the counter with a small smile on her face. That smile made me angry."What happened here?" I asked again."Nothing at all," Fiona said. She walked over to me and put her hand on my arm. "I was just talking to your little friend. She's very... interesting."Maria made a small noise. It sounded like she disagreed."Maria?" I looked at the older woman. She had been like a mother to me for years. I trusted her more than almost anyone.Maria looked at Fiona, then at me. "I think... I think maybe you should talk to Cindy," she said slowly."There's no need for that," Fiona said quickly. "We had a nice chat. Woman to woman. I think we understand each other now."I didn't believe her. Fiona's idea of a "nice chat" u
Cindy's POVBy six o'clock that evening, I couldn't stay in my room any longer. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, and Fiona's cruel words kept playing over and over in my mind. I needed to see Maria, needed someone kind and normal to talk to.I made my way down to the kitchen, hoping to find some peace there. The familiar smell of cooking food usually made me feel better, but today even that couldn't lift my spirits."Cindy!" Maria looked up from the stove with a warm smile. "Perfect timing. I was just making dinner. Are you hungry?""Not really," I said, sliding onto one of the bar stools. "But I could use the company."Maria's face grew concerned. "You look upset, mija. What happened?"Before I could answer, I heard the sharp click of heels on the marble floor. My stomach dropped. Fiona appeared in the doorway, looking perfectly put together in a different outfit than before, a tight black dress that showed off her figure."Oh, how cozy," she said, her voice dripping w
Cindy's POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the closed door of my room, my mind racing with everything that had just unfolded downstairs. The sound of that woman's voice still echoed in my ears, sharp, demanding, possessive in a way that made my skin crawl.Fiona. John's fiancée.I'd known about the engagement, of course. John had been upfront about that from the beginning, had made it clear that his father was orchestrating some kind of business arrangement. But knowing about it and seeing her in person were two entirely different things.The way she'd looked at me, like I was something she'd found on the bottom of her designer shoe. The casual cruelty in her voice when she'd dismissed me as his "little pet." The calculating way she'd sized me up, cataloging every detail like she was evaluating a potential threat.I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to ease the tension building there. This was exactly what I didn't need right now. As if being trapped in this situati
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