“Are you alright, sweetie?” Grammy asks, giving me a tissue paper from the tray. “Uhh…Yeah.” I fumble with my words, taking the tissue while looking at the lady in front of me. What is this Karen doing here? She wasn't supposed to be here. If only I knew it's Spencer's evil aunt, I would behave well enough with her. But then again, why am I getting worried? I need to unimpress and this may give me a head start. Moreover, she made Spencer upset somehow. “Oh, honey, you sure are clumsy.” Grammy shakes her head in amusement, laughing as I clean my dress. “You….” The lady raises an accusatory finger at me, “Where do I know you from?” She appears to fight hard with her memory. So, she doesn't remember and yet she is fuming. Is she always so rude? That won't surprise me. “Well, I do look like a supermodel. I won't be surprised if you think you know me from somewhere.” I'm quick to answer, making sure I sound as unfriendly as I can while smiling sweetly. She has the audacity to scoff
Silence prevails in the house for a while. My blood boils in my vein. The sound of the slap still rings in my ears. How could she do that? Who gave her the right to strike at me like that? But it's not the thing that's making me lose my temper. It's how she slapped Spencer. He didn't deserve it, not after he fought with those goons for me earlier. With rage dominating every but of my sense, I stand beside Spencer. “How dare you?” I almost yell at her, eyes burning with anger. “Just because you've money do you think that you can treat anyone like shit? Who the fuck gave you the right?” Her eyes widened hearing me swear at her. What did she expect? Did she think I would politely answer her after she threw a fit like a freaking toddler? I wasn't wrong that day about her. She is an absolute imbecile.She still has the audacity to come at me. She raises her hand again. Oh, I'm ready to throw the dish at her face. At this point, I don't care that she is Spencer's aunt nor I'm doing it t
His words hit me harder than a sack of bricks. Is it really over? He was pestering me to unimpress his grandmother by blackmailing me, as bizarre as that sounds. Now he wants to tell me that it's over. I went through the trouble for nothing. I shouldn't be complaining right now. Isn't that what I wanted all along? Then why am I having a hard time swallowing his words? Why am I feeling as if my world just crumbled down in front of my eyes? As his words sank down in my mind, I realized how messed up I really am. I was still clinging on to the hope that I could give meaning to my hopeless crush on my boss even when I know he has a potential girlfriend with a child. How could I stoop so low? “Now you can freely be with your girlfriend.” My heart sinks as I utter those words out loud. Spencer frowns, “What are you on?” I scoff at his act of ignorance. I still can't put my finger around the reason why he is keeping his relationship with his girlfriend a secret but it doesn't mean it doe
“What's this?” Spencer narrows his eyes at the content on his table. Like a novice spy, I study his reaction carefully. And just like a novice spy, I find nothing out of the ordinary. His regular demanding tone and suspicious look on his face are all I get. “It's a flyer.” My response doesn't help him and it shows. He grows impatient with me. “It's about parenting classes. They are giving the first two classes free as trial classes.” His eyebrows remain raised as if he were silently asking me where I was going with it. “What's this doing on my desk?” His voice is calm and collected as usual. “Nothing. I was thinking of giving it to my older sister. She is having a baby.” With that I snatch the flyer from his hand. I'm a loser when it comes to lying. The truth is that I still can't fully trust him. That night he claimed he didn't have a girlfriend. But how could I let the fact slide that he was talking about a child with someone? I just wanted to confirm something. I wanted a rea
Before Bella can question me anything and blow my cover, I shush her by placing my hand over her mouth. I drag her away with me, giving up the hope of finding what Spencer is talking about with the boy. When we are at a considerable distance, she asks me suspiciously, “What were you doing?”“Eavesdropping.” I reply without a bit of hesitation. “I'm not even gonna ask why you were doing that.” She looks done with me and it makes me smile proudly. “Glad that we got it sorted out.” She shakes her head, “Without one of your forsaken lectures about morality.”“Because you need to know it's not good-” “Please, Bella. Cut me some slack.” “Fine. Now, let's go.” She says, tugging at my hand. “Where are we going?” I ask, confused.“We are planning a big dinner for your going away party. You need to give your opinion because the other guys are ripping each other to shreds. Why you ask? Because they can't choose a place!” She keeps blabbering. When she realizes I'm not participating in th
It didn't work out. Bella didn't talk. So, it's safe to say that my plan failed. I couldn't even pursue her to talk to with the help of Owen. She completely shut us off and avoided me like a plague for the reminder of the day. Maybe she will come around soon. She just needs to blow off some steam. But it doesn't mean I'm not disappointed or pissed or sad. If only that was my only problem right now. Working with a crazy workaholic is never fun, more so when he has an important project coming up. After long hours of running behind my best friend and trying to understand what went wrong, it's getting on my nerves that I'm forced to do extra hours and tolerate his psychotic behavior. Just to give myself a little bit of relief to deal with him, I took a small break. Most people need coffee to get them through the day or to keep them awake. However, for me every solution is one thing. Alcohol. Props to myself for sneaking in alcohol in my flask. Taking a look around my surroundings, I ta
I groan in pain when I open my eyes. Everything is foggyy around me and I can only see in fragments. My earlier blackness has been replaced with whiteness. Why is everything so white? “Willow? Willow, are you there with me?” I can hear Spencer's panic-stricken voice but I can't open my mouth to say anything. Why is he sounding so freaked out? What happened? Where am I? Why do I feel like my heart will stop beating any moment? “Willow, don't be afraid.” Speak for yourself. I wanted to tell him and smirk. He is the one who sounded scared, not me. Why will I be afraid? Why does it feel like his voice is too close to me? I can feel his warm body against me. I can hear his erratic heartbeat. That's when my mind registers that I'm being carried by him. But why? Why would the man carry me somewhere who was chewing my head off just a few minutes ago? Questions swim around in my mind but there's no shore of answers. “The doctors will take care of you and I will be right outside.” And the
I didn't see Spencer after that little breakdown. He just disappeared and it's eating me alive. Did he feel too overwhelmed to witness me crying? Or was I too annoying to handle? I shouldn't be so disappointed seeing I ended up in the hospital because of him even though it's not his fault at all. Comes to think of it, who could have done that? What if Spencer didn't text me at that time and I ended up devouring the whole pack? A shiver runs down my spine thinking about it. Before I can go to that dark road, something catches my eyes that's sitting on a table in my hospital room. “Who brought the bouquet?” I ask the nurse who is busy giving me my medicine. “Someone came when you were sleeping and she left it here.” She answers before turning her attention back to the medicine. I start wondering who it might be. At one point, my mind suggests that it's mom but I dismiss that idea pretty quickly. She hasn't shown her face when I refused to sue Spencer on her demand. Moreover, w