LISTOWEL’S POVThe force with which my door flew open startled me, causing me to look up from the paperwork before me. Anger coursed through me as I fixed my gaze at the door side, ready to descend on whoever left his manners at home for him to barge into my office like that.“What the hell is—” my words caught in my throat as I noticed the familiar figure, smirking at me as he stood by the door. It was Enerst. My best friend. He casually walked in when he noticed the grimace on my face subsiding. Loosening his tie and kicking off his shoes, he threw himself on one of the leather sofas in my office. Without warning, he stood up and turned on the fan before resuming back to the sofa. Lying on his back he stretched out one of his legs to face west while the other faced east. Rolling my eyes at him, I asked in an irritated voice, “Really Enerst? Do you realize this is an office and that not everybody slacks off around like you do?”Enerst just grinned, unbothered at my words. “And do
LISTOWEL’S POV “First of all, No, you're not my best friend. In fact, I don't know you from anywhere,” I teased. “Also, my team found out that videos spread through out the city like wildfire, all thanks to a newbie blogger who wanted to hit the jackpot by publishing a story about me. And about you not knowing of Melissa’s status here, I chose not to tell you.” “Mmm… I see… But do you have to rub it in my face like that?” “Satisfied?” “Look, I’m here to talk some sense into that stubborn head of yours. Turning back to my desk, I ignored his statement and pretended to be scanning through the documents, although my attention was focused on him. For a couple of minutes, he didn't say anything, His gaze was fixated on the ground. I guess he was cracking up his dumb mind to come up with his so-called advice. My mind almost trailed from him when his voice suddenly broke through, “Look man. Melissa might have gone through a lot when you divorced her. If I remember rig
LISTOWEL’S POV I rolled my eyes at him, trying hard to suppress the smirk that was playing at the corner of my lips. From how relaxed he looked lying down on the sofa, anyone could easily mistake him for the boss around here. His posture was so carefree to the extent that you might think he owned this place. “Honestly, do you have any respect for my office?” I asked, feigning anger. “Not even a little,” Enerst replied, not bothering to open his eyes. “Then do yourself a favor and get out before I call security.” He opened one of his eyes and grinned. “You’d miss me if I did.” “What’s there to miss about you? C’mon leave,” I insisted. Deep down he knew I was playing, that's why he didn't bother to move an inch. As I stared at his figure, the tension in my chest eased a bit. Enerst’s playful nature could be annoying but that's what makes him special. From afar, even when his life is a mess, his actions might let you assume that he has everything under control. And I g
WENDY’S POVI let out a heavy breath as I finally entered the room. I paced up and down the room, trying to steady the breath I'd been holding in from the entrance. Although I was striding confidently, my senses were on high alert. I was pouring a glass of water to drink when a knock came on the door. “Come in,” I said, anxiously hoping that it wouldn't be anyone I didn't want to see. The knob turned open and Mr. Derek Thompson stepped in. He's the managing director around here. He's a plump short man, who would have fit the business world more than the entertainment industry. He's a strict, boring, forty-five years old man. Writing at the clipboard he was holding, “Miss. Macinni?” he called out“Yes?” I responded, already irritated by his mere presence. Derek is a nobody but I'm forced to respect him just because he's an executive. “You've got a full schedule today. Make sure you miss none. You have an interview with YMedia this noon, a photo shoot at sunset, and a—”“An interv
WENDY’S POV“Oh no, that was my first time seeing her,” without flinching, I lied. My eyes flickered in excitement when I saw the interviewer’s curious face contorting into a sympathetic one. Yes, this is what I’ve always wanted. To garner the sympathy of the general public. If the public realizes a nobody like Melissa is trying to steal my fiancée. I would be on the victim's end. They would have no choice but to support me and kick out Melissa. As the interviewer continued to stare at me in pity, I lowered my gaze and as if trying to control myself from breaking out, used a handkerchief to wipe the corner of my eyes. The studio suddenly became tense and all cameras were immediately pointed in my direction; my face to be exact. I guess they wanted to capture my tears, but I was smart enough to not expose my imaginary tears by covering my full eyes with the handkerchief. For a brief moment, nobody said anything, even the media crew. Their eyes were fixated on me.“But… Miss Macinn
WENDY’S POV Leaning forward, “I’m sorry if this has hurt anyone. But it is what it is. I am CEO Gordon’s fiancee and I can emphatically state that he's not interested in any of the women they tag him with. We are in love with each other, and I believe he will never betray me. And to all the media houses, please stop publishing rumors and lies about him. It is sometimes unbearable to see him go through hell because of your actions,” I said, deliberately shaking my voice as I let out a single tear that snaked down my cheeks. The flash from the cameras almost blinded me as they tried to capture my face. Yes, this is exactly the kind of picture I want to create in the minds of the public. The interview came to an end after I answered the remaining few questions. The mead team thanked me for coming to their show and hoped to see me in the future, which I doubt there will be. With my assistant, striding behind me as we stepped out of the Ymedia building, the intensified
“Lisa.. please. Lisa…”That’s it. That’s the fucking words Listowel had whispered in his sleep that night. At first, I thought I had misheard him, so I didn’t think much of it. But when it occasionally happened, I knew it. I knew there was something wrong somewhere. I managed to hire someone to dig into what Listowel had been doing in my absence during the three years. And Lo and behold. I found out the truth.Melissa was his contract wife. A business arrangement, more like a replacement for me. Or should I say that was all she was supposed to be? Because the more I dug, the more I realized she wasn’t just some contractual obligation. She was different. She mattered to him in a way I never could.I clenched my fists as the memories rushed into my mind. Eavesdropping on Listowel and Kevin’s conversation the last time was fruitful after all. I was able to secretly meet with the private detective Listowel hired to look for that bitch. It wasn’t easy trying to get him to side with me,
LISTOWEL’S POV“I have news for you, sir.” “Good or bad?” I asked, my ears itching to hear what he had to say. If he says, it is bad news, I will have to put it on hold at the moment because I have a lot going on in my mind for me to add up his. His smile even widened more before his lips parted, “It is good news, sir. Gordon Inc. has just secured the Northville Heights real estate development contract the government proposed!” he excitedly exclaimed and he looked just like a kid who had been promised a candy. It took a moment for me to process what Theodore had just said. My heart leaped with joy as the realization of the magnitude of the contract dawned on me. We’ve been in talks with the government officials for months, I had almost lost hope since they were more inclined to give it to one of my company’s rivals. This is a massive win! This contract would be a game-changer for Gordon Inc., as it will bring in substantial revenue and likely boost our stock as well. “This
MELISSA’S POV Listowel kept the fork he was holding down and leaned back into the chair. He narrowed his eyes at me and simply asked, “Why Not?” “Because it was a mistake?” was my response. I busied myself with cutting the steak in front of me. In a deep gentle tone, “Look at me….” he demanded. As if I were a robot who could be controlled, I lifted my gaze from the plate to meet his. His pupils dialed, and his eyes widened as soon as our gazes locked. “For me. What happened between us was not a mistake. I cherish everything we shared.” I couldn't help but scoff at his words. Even though deep within myself I wanted to believe his words, a part of me couldn't help but scoff. I have to admit. It has become very difficult for me to let go of the past and trust him again. A part of me wants to give it a shot especially now that he's no more with Wendy but a part of me also dreads this decision most. Leaning forward, he moved his hands across the table to hold me. I instin
MELISSA’S POV The soothing sound from the fountain at my far right was the only thing that could be heard amidst the clatter of plates and in the restaurant where Listowel and I were seated. To disguise ourselves, Listowel had on a cap while I covered half of my face with a scarf. We made a stop at a boutique nearby to buy it because Listowel thought it would be awkward if we both came to the restaurant wearing a mask. A black mask to be precise. Thankfully, when we walked in, there were very few people here. Even the few people around were also busily eating, chatting, or having a meeting with their colleagues. No one seemed interested in who we were. Despite this, I requested that we sit at the secluded side of the restaurant and the manager was very kind to allow us. A few minutes adterfettubg seated, a slim petite lady who from the black mini dress with a white collar and tie she was wearing; hinted that she was a waitress, stridden to our table. Listowel on the
MELISSA’S POV “Back off…” I sneered. “What if I don’t?” He asked in a low whisper, his hot breath, fanning against my face. I inhaled sharply and rolled my eyes before muttering in annoyance, “Then I will be forced to—“ Before the words could fully leave my lips, he shut me up with a kiss. I pushed back slightly but his firm grip on my neck weakened my effort. I couldn’t understand why Listowel was being so careless. Was he not aware that any slight mistake could land us over the news? I closed my eyes and kissed him back for a while but as soon as I realized his hold on me had loosened, I bit him hard on his lips. “Ouch…,” he winced and I couldn’t help but let out an evil smirk. “Serves you right…” I remarked, trying hard to suppress myself from laughing at the face he had made. “Did you have to bite me?” he retorted, but I didn’t say anything. I only pulled up the nose mask and stared straight ahead. He didn’t push further. He turned on the engine and started the
MELISSA’S POV My mind wandered to Listowel as soon as the call ended. He was the one who handled everything that night so it was not too out of the ordinary that I was feeling obligated to call him. But as I finished putting in his contact number, my thumb hovered on the screen while I contemplated whether I really had to call him or not. Thinking aloud, “Should I call him or not? Won’t it be too awkward if I call him at any little inconvenience? Besides, Melissa… why are you acting like he’s your guardian or some sort? Since when did you start depending on people? No. You don’t need to tell him. Just go to the station, give your statement, and come back home. Simple. “ I battled with my thoughts as I put down the phone and headed back to the dining area. I had settled on the idea that I would be going to the station alone until something crossed my mind. Listowel still needed to know that the police called since he was also at the crime scene. I’m sure he
MELISSA’S POV Listowel had called out after me several times, probably confused at my reaction. But I paid no heed to him. I threw and sunk myself onto the bed. Even as I pressed the pillow hard against my ears, I could still hear him calling my name and asking if he said anything wrong but I didn't bother explaining anything to him. I could only thank my stars he was still oblivious and had not suspected anything. ****FLASHBACK ENDS*** Something flickered in me as soon as my eyes fell on the pink sticky note on the dining table. It bore Listowel’s handwriting. Yes, I still remember his handwriting because since I worked with him. Back when I was working at Gordon Inc., all my work projects had to be approved by him before any other proceedings so I pretty much recognize it. A broad smile formed on my face as I read the message. It read; “Hey, you had a good sleep? I made your favorite breakfast. I know I’m not the best cook but make sure you finish everything.
MELISSA’S POV A soft yawn escaped my lips as I sat up on my bed. My eyes darted, searching around for only God knows what. I live alone so it was so unusual for me to wake up and dart around like this. It felt as if I was expecting to see someone. Slightly lifting my hands, I stretched myself before rising up and heading to the living room. As I opened the door that separated my bedroom from the rest of my apartment, I was greeted with an appetizing aroma. My brows knitted together as I tried to process what was happening. Halting in my tracks, I squinted my eyes as I tried to figure out if what I was seeing in the dining area was real. To make sure I wasn't daydreaming, I rubbed my eyes a couple of times but as the savoring aroma that had engulfed the room filled my nostrils, no one had to tell me that whatever I was seeing was real. Yes. For the first time in months, since I moved into this apartment, there’s an actual breakfast on my dining table. My eyes flicke
KEVIN’S POV The thick silence that engulfed the car was too loud to ignore. For a split second, I thought the boss was ignoring me and probably didn't want me to disrupt what he was doing on his tablet so I kept my lips shut and drove out of the garage to hit the road. Listowel usually listens to the early morning news on his way to work so I turned on the radio and lowered the volume to a level that helped balance his attention on both the tablet and the radio. I had not thought much of it earlier but turning on the radio kind of eased the tension in the car. It's been a few minutes since we hit the main road but Mr. Gordon had still not asked me to continue with what I was about to tell him earlier nor has he made any sound. I had not thought much of it earlier but turning on the radio kind of eased the tension in the car. Suddenly, “What was it that you needed to tell me?” his deep commanding voice echoed from the back seat. He removed the glasses he had on and
KEVIN’S POV My head throbbed as I sat on my bed this morning. The hard liquor I had consumed yesterday was definitely the cause of the pain. Yes, I had threw up the one Wendy made me drink while we sitting at the counter so it was so odd for me to have felt this way. But the truth, I went back to drink more last night. My chest tightened with fury as I tried to recall the events of the previous night. A pang of guilt washed over me as I also recalled my indifferent attitude towards my boss these past few days. I felt mad at myself for doubting him and believing that Wendy deserved better. I couldn't help but replay the scene I had witnessed last night. Wendy, whom we all knew to be obsessed with Listowel was tightly entangled in another man’s arms, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Initially, I thought I was hallucinating so I got off the car and hid closer to have a proper look. It was indeed her. Even though she had on a scarf which had covered most o
KEVIN’S POV“Ouch..” Wendy let out a loud shrill cry, as she clutched her stomach. “Why what is it?” Her cry caught me by surprise, making me spring up to my feet. I sprinted to her side and assisted to get up on her feet. “My…. my tummy. It aches. I need to go to the washroom now,” she answered, although her tone sounded a bit dramatic to me. I attempted to hold up and maybe escort her to the washroom door but she yanked my hands away. “Thanks but I can go by myself. It isn't really a big deal. I think I just had too much to drink.” she said, making me confused as to what she meant. “Alright… easy there,” I said, letting go of her hands. “I'll be waiting for you here then. No. No need to wait. You can take the lead.” she shouted as she made her to the ladies. “Woww…” I said, taking out money from my wallet and placing it on the bill. The harsh cold breeze greeted me as I stepped outside the bar. I shook vigorously my head in anticipation of getting the influence of the alcoho