Nobody told me to gently get my hand off the fridge. " I'm not gonna stay here and exchange words with you but I will tell you one thing: you better withdraw that lawsuit and drop those charges, or else....", I held myself from going further. It will be too bad if I don't get to carry out any threat I make so not making it in the first place seems safer. " Or else what?", he asked, his eyes piercing mine, staring emotionlessly into mine, " you and I know you can't do shit, so quit being so childish". He knew what he was doing. Hazel Mcman: CEO of IC corporations gets tried for sexual assault - that seemed like a very interesting news headline and that was what he was trying to create. I didn't want to think about what would happen if things should get to that level; our sales will automatically drop, our stock exchange would plummet, our investors will withdraw, it was a whole lot, and just thinking about it gave me the chills. He pushed me out of his way with his shou
Hunter's POV I was already late for class and Dr Peter was a no nonsense man when it came to keeping time. I walked briskly to my car and zoomed off as soon as I turned on the ignition, not bothering myself with warming the car. I was actually placed on probation from driving after that particular run in with the cops but breaking the law was an expertise of Hunter; an unwanted expertise. I thought I would've had trauma driving after what happened to my dad but such a feeling didn't suffice; I wonder why movies always portrayed characters with trauma after unlikable incidents, like how Sung Jun in 'She Was Pretty' couldn't drive under the rain after the traumatic accident of his mother. I got to the parking area at exactly 9:00 O'clock; Dr Peter should already be in class. I ran out of my car and into the lecture hall not minding the stares I got from people - yeah, it was weird running like a man with a red rag in a bull ring, but I totally wasn't ready to stay out of Dr
Hunter's POV I was already late for class and Dr Peter was a no nonsense man when it came to keeping time. I walked briskly to my car and zoomed off as soon as I turned on the ignition, not bothering myself with warming the car. I was actually placed on probation from driving after that particular run in with the cops but breaking the law was an expertise of Hunter; an unwanted expertise. I thought I would've had trauma driving after what happened to my dad but such a feeling didn't suffice; I wonder why movies always portrayed characters with trauma after unlikable incidents, like how Sung Jun in 'She Was Pretty' couldn't drive under the rain after the traumatic accident of his mother. I got to the parking area at exactly 9:00 O'clock; Dr Peter should already be in class. I ran out of my car and into the lecture hall not minding the stares I got from people - yeah, it was weird running like a man with a red rag in a bull ring, but I totally wasn't ready to stay out of Dr
Have you ever imagined being in a gladiator ring and having to fight to death before the very eyes of blood thirsty Romans? The Spartacus movie gave a clear depiction of what that felt like, but I'm sure no one has had a real life experience of it like I did. I didn't necessarily travel back in time like Lady Soo in Scarlet Heart: Moon Lovers, but I felt everything. Right there in the classroom, everyone's eyes were on me, feasting on my startled body with their Romanic blood thirsty eyes while Dr Peter stood above all like Emperor Nero, watching as his subjects shot arrows at me; come to think of it, he somehow looks like the portrait of emperor Nero. " Mr Middleton, seems like you would like to continue with the class since you told me to stop", he peered through his thin glasses that were sitting on his big nose, fidgeting with the marker as if he was autistic or had a severe diagnosis of ADHD. " No sir, no sir. That was not what I meant. I........I was.........". " Then wh
Hazel's POV Her eyes were blinking in expectancy for the answer as I drew back a little on my chair, the expression on her face far from being discreet. " Mrs Yang, I mean, why would that bother you? It is my business if I decide to have sex with my husband", I was starting to get a little bit annoyed. Discussing such matters with her was far from being formal and would likely threaten our employer - employee relationship. " No, it is not only your business", she said with certainty, just like how my nanny had convinced a five year old me that Santa Claus was real, only for me to pull the old man's beard and have it fall to the floor right in his face. " Sir, you're unhappy, someone like you who just got married shouldn't be this unhappy". " And how is that any of your business Mrs Yang?" I was really beginning to find it amusing. " Because it will not affect only you; it will affect every one of your employees". I was speechless, " what do you mean? How will me.....not
I was happy. The morning sun was peeking out its radiant glory from the far east, stretching out a golden soothing color across the horizon. I was sure I had woken up on the right side of the bed because I was undeniably happy. My cheeks were almost red in color when I checked the mirror and just thinking about it made my heart skip a beat. Even though I was excited to meet him, I didn't want to meet him. Not that I didn't actually want to meet him, I mean, I didn't know how to react after what happened between us and I didn't want to ruin things by sounding too casual or too formal, and I was equally pretty sure that I was going to freak out if he smiled at me. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure that my mother's makeup wasn't so evident on my face. It gave me the desired glow up I needed and that was perfect. I picked up my backpack and headed downstairs, joining my dad at the dining table. " Good morning Dad", I greeted as I settled for a plate of oatmeal and pa
Hunter's POV That damn cop. He surely was not raised by a mother when he treated me that way. Me, Hunter Caspian Middleton, of all people, and he even made me leave my car by the road side, only to be dragged to the station in his deranged doughnut-smelling siren car, and I'm pretty sure that by the time we're done, I was going to have a parking ticket in my official record; way to go officer. The exterior of the station was adorned with flowers and marble floors, leading up to a giant statue of an unidentifiable person whose identity was literally of no use to me at the moment, only that he seems to have been a good looking man. If only he was that big in real life, watching him take off his pants would literally give me great joy - stupid me thinking about unholy stuff. I bet there'll be plenty of time for that in jail. Behind the sexy giant statue was the magnificently magnificent building that had windows for doors, a seven storey building with a large sign that read ' T
Have you ever felt like the world should just end? Like, this rapture and end times we were being told about at Sunday school should just happen just so that you could avoid a potential embarrassment? Or wished that World War 3 should kick off so that you necessarily wouldn't need to live your life as it was before the war? Just so you can avoid embarrassment? Yeah. I felt that way a million times over. I pleaded with the heavens to send fire and brimstone like it did in the days of Lot, or at least to turn us all into salt - Lot's wife became my role model overnight. I just didn't know what to say or do. My hands were still around his neck as he kept blinking questionably at me. " Think, think you idiot. How can we escape this situation?" I asked that silly devil inside me, but he was probably also embarrassed that he had to disappear - at least he could disappear. " Oh no, what should I do now?" I shouted at it this time, just to make sure that he wasn't really in my head again,
I read ' The Last Good Man ' by Patience Swift in my first year in college. What had attracted me to the book was the name - The Last Good Man. I couldn't agree more with Patience Swift that Sam was literally the last good man on earth because it was obvious that the earth was becoming something else. In fact, at the time, I concluded that he was the last man, the rest of us living on planet earth were animals, and the wild ones preyed on the domestic ones. It was evident in everyday life that there were two factions in the world; the predators, and the prey, and every prey was trying so hard to become a predator, while the predators were still on their toes, lest they fall from their status as predators down to the level of prey. The government sector, the economic sector, even the educational sector, all of them contained predators and prey, and the lie that the prey listen to each time it was time for elections was always " I'm here to help", coming straight from the mouth of bea
Hazel's POV Mothers can always be trusted. Trusted to nag, and nag, and nag, and never stop nagging. I literally didn't get past one bite of food without her reminding me that I was irresponsible for not bringing Hunter along for the mid-week family dinner. If she didn't say it with her mouth, she said it with her eyes and her attitude. I wondered how dad was able to survive all his years of marriage with the beautiful grumpy old lady who could literally nag the devil to death. A little advice for young people out there; never live with your parents. Never try that, especially when you have a mom like mine. Unless you're willing and able to sacrifice your peace of mind. I went straight to my room as soon as I got back from that den of the lioness, feeling grateful that my limbs were still intact. I went to bed immediately and the sun was so gracious that it rose even before I could close my eyes properly, making me wonder if something had gone wrong with the Earth's rotary
A heart disease. Yeah, that had to be the explanation. I was probably suffering from a heart disease because my heart was beating way too fast for it to be functioning appropriately. I really should have considered going over to the medical laboratory students to get my blood pressure checked because I was damn sure it was going to be over a hundred and fifty. " Um, I don't know what to say", I looked up to him; literally looked up to him because he was like six feet tall and I was like a five or something, so I looked up to him, into his eyes, " thank you so much", I said, smiling. " You're welcome", he said and then came the tension. Not really a tension but a certain kind of awkward moment where we both didn't know what to say and consequentially just stood there, looking at each other in the face. " Well um, I'll leave you to get on with what you're doing. I'll be in the car", he said, scratching the back of his head in what seemed like nervousness. " Okay. I'll be s
Do you know that movie, Inside Out 2? Where Joy had introduced to Sadness, Anger, Disgust and Fear the super high tech Riley protection system through which they dispose most of Riley's most embarrassing moments into the back of the mind? Yeah. Right there inside the car with Basil at the red light, the memory I made there was one of those which I would encourage my own joy to send straight to the back of my mind without thinking twice. I would even beseech her to do so. " What is it? Is something wrong with your eyes?" I heard Basil ask and I immediately opened my eyes to find out that I had not gotten the kiss. I looked at myself and realized that he was trying to put my seatbelt on for me, not kiss me - how stupid could I be. " Yeah, yes, I think an insect found its way into my eyes", I said as I started scratching my eyes, looking for the imaginary insect that had flown into it from nowhere, wallowing in the pool of shame and embarrassment, just like waving at an unfamilia
Hunter's POV A new day brings with it new possibilities and hope, and as I summarized my sleep by tilting from side to side on the bed, I remembered that I had a school function to prepare for - just wonderful. It was the World Mental Health day and as the president of the Students welfare, I had come up with a little activity to create more awareness of mental health. One of our students committed suicide just a couple of months ago, a normal looking, no family issues, intelligent freshman, just out of the blue decided to end his life. People could never find a reason why he decided on that, but the truth is that there is always more to something than what actually meets the eye. What we normally see isn't just about everything there is. Take for instance the case of the Mendez brothers who brutally murdered their parents and paged it as a homicide. It wasn't until later that a detective noticed that they were living life way too happy for people that had just lost their paren
That was one weird dream. Rationally it should be referred to as a nightmare, if not for anything, for the fact that Hunter and Sasha appeared in it. I got out of bed and the things I was working on from last night were still littered everywhere, on every single part of the room. I took some time to arrange everything so my room doesn't keep looking like a trash site and headed straight to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I got down and made myself a toast. I was about to brew coffee when I discovered that my Italian coffee grains were finished, and that meant that I just had to eat the toasted bread and be on my way. I could hear some noise in Hunter's room and that made it obviously clear that he was still upstairs. Basil wasn't even there yet so it seemed as if he would be having late classes. I ate my bread solo as I went through the iPad, checking my schedule for the day. Just paperwork and project approvals, and then dinner with mom and dad - oh my God, it was
Hazel's POV Sasha has always been daring; that was one of the things I had liked about her to be frank, but I never imagined that she would be so daring to appear before me after that scene with Cole. She was flamboyant and outgoing and colorful and I loved all that, but when the cheating qualification was added to her resume, I started hating every other thing that I had liked about her. Meeting her at the food factory really destroyed my day, and for the rest of the day I couldn't just concentrate, even my meeting with the tech company didn't go as I had planned. We didn't discuss the major problems we were facing as a tech company, especially since Apple and Samsung were hellbent on driving us out of business. I stayed over at the company doing some paperwork and approving some projects until the sun disappeared into the west horizon. I heard a knock on my door and was actually surprised that Miss May had not gone home; she was one of my employees who usually stayed till
" Are you leaving now?" Bryan asked, packing his things into his bag. " Yeah, I'm already so tired", I said doing the same thing as him. " I thought you were going to stay for the Economics Student Association (ESA) meeting?" " I would've loved to but I can't. I'm really tired, and besides it's already late", I checked my wrist watch, " look, it's a few minutes past 4 pm, and only God knows when they'll be able to start the meeting and dismiss, probably by 7 pm", we took our bags; our side bags and laptop bags and headed out of the school building. " Where's your ride home?" he asked as we got to the parking lot. " Well, I won't be driving for a while now. I was pulled over by the police yesterday and they found out that I hadn't completed probation before driving again so they extended the time for probation" I said, standing in front of his car and two cars away from mine. " Oh, so how did you get to school then? A cab?" " No, him", I pointed towards the car. Basil w
Hunter's POV Statistical Economics was ongoing in class, but I couldn't just concentrate. I mean, how could I possibly concentrate when Basil's words kept ringing in my ears. The fact that he told me that what I had done was beautiful filled my belly with butterflies. The lecturer was saying something, something about Cross Median Modifications and Standard Economic Derivation but I wasn't paying attention, the attention in question became expensive to pay. Looking at me from a rational perspective one would never guess that I had transcended beyond the lecture hall, far beyond the school building, and to the parking lot where Basil told me he would be at. I was looking at the lecturer, the good looking middle aged man that undoubtedly looks like he was in his thirties, his properly ironed checkered shirt, his silver wrist watch that almost had the reflective index of a diamond, and the way he moved his hands while talking; I was basically looking at all that but if I was told