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,
Hazel's POV I couldn't, I shouldn't. There was a time I was suspected of doing drugs. An enemy of mine or the company had given a tip to the police that I had drugs in my office and in my house and the police came with a search warrant to inspect both my house and my office. They couldn't find anything suspicious but still didn't give up, claiming that they had been tipped off by a very reliable source, so they had to inspect the whole company, and even search every one of my staff. They still couldn't find what they were looking for so they had to give up, but the damage had already been done. Before 7 AM the next day, news of the police searching my company for drugs and contraband substances had spread like wild fire, both on the national TV stations and in the business market, and before I could even blink an eye, our sales had plummeted way below my imagination and that made me realize more than Mrs Yang could ever buttress that I was IC corporations, and that IC corporat
There was always a particular saying that water has no enemy; meaning that everyone and everything living needs water to survive. I can pretty much say that the case is also the same with food. Food has no enemy, everyone and everything living needs food to survive, and I definitely needed food to survive that night, just that the food was in front of me, but still far from my reach. " Can I.......um............can I.........", I still couldn't say it. Fuck it. I wasn't on bad terms with the food, I was only on bad terms with the person who made the food, so the poor food did absolutely nothing wrong, and since it was a matter of life and death, I would agree to put our differences aside if need be. " Can I join you for dinner?" I asked quickly, unsure if he was able to get a single word out of what I had said. " Excuse me, were you speaking English or Spanish? If I'm going to listen to you, you have to speak properly", he said. Such a he-devil. I was pretty sure he
There was a huge fight. Mac was struggling to stay together with cheese, but they were both defeated by agent fork and agent spoon. Agent spoon knew what needed to be done. He transported the defeated casualties to the arena of destruction, where they were to battle with the white giants called teeth. Mac and cheese didn't stand a chance against teeth, for never has it been known that teeth lost in any battle. They were crumbled upon, and then sent into the eternal hole, the hole of no return. I bet that was how the movie director of Sausage Party was going to tell the story of me eating Mac and cheese for dinner - well, he certainly will not be so far from the truth if he should describe it that way because I really devoured the food like a hungry lion, surprised at the fact that I could enjoy Hunter's food that much. Like, who the hell taught him how to cook like that? Or was it because of the fact that I was hungry? Nevertheless, I really enjoyed the meal. We both ate i
Hunter's POV " Mom told me that your secretary here will be attending to my transport needs and your office car is now mine", I said to Hazel with a pint of victory after lovingly staring at his secretary for what seemed like eternity. " Wait, you now address my mother as mom?" he asked in surprise, squeezing his face and making the excess skin on his forehead appear like spotting waves. He was already dressed for work, with an empty glass of milk in his hand. " Of course. She's now my mother, well that's if you minus the additional suffice behind the word ' mother ', but nonetheless, she is now my mother", I was basically ranting, taking pride in showing him that I had his own mother on my side. " Cool. Just great. I certainly will not be surprised if you wake up one day and start claiming that my company is now yours; this house included". " Wow, that would be a great idea", I said and his eyes widened, " I think I'll actually make a fine CEO than you ever will. Don't wor
We both walked into the restaurant and found an empty spot next to the window. " So, why did you choose to bring me here? Do you always frequent this place?" I asked, taking a seat. " Not really, but I have been here a couple of times and their services are literally the best", he said, still talking with honorifics. " Good morning gentlemen, what can I get you?" a young waiter about the same age as me, walked up to us and asked, holding a small jotter and a pen. He was black, and his beautiful brown skin made his smile super captivating and communicable. " Um..... I'll have a creamy latte and a medium sized burger", I said to him, returning his smile, " what do you want?" I asked Mr. Secretary. " I'll just have a cup of black coffee", he said, stretching his tie a bit as if he was feeling quite uncomfortable. " Okay, I'll be back in a short while", he said and left to go place our orders. I was feeling nervous while he was just staring out the window, as if he was
Ever wondered what it would be like if life was a movie? Even though I loved adventure, I definitely would not like to be in an action movie setting - it's too risky, and I could die at any moment. I would prefer to be in a romantic movie, with a little bit of comedy and a handful of sexual suspense, and if the scene of me and Basil going to the restroom is to be written, this would've been what to expect: - They both headed to the restroom to get Hunter cleaned up, oblivious to the fact that their sexual hormones were practically over secreting, spreading sparks of pink blush across their white faces. They walked into the room that read ' men only ' and Basil closed the door behind them. Hunter went to the sink, trying to wash off the coffee stain from the handkerchief Basil had handed him earlier. Basil approached him from behind, itching dangerously close, his groin caressing Hunter's butt. " Don't worry, I'll take it", he said as he leaned forward, his head peering fr
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
" Nice to meet you too sir", she said and I quickly broke off the handshake. " So, I hear you'd be leading us in today's meeting, is that true?" " Very true sir, as soon as we get to the office", she said, motioning with her hands that I can head upstairs. We moved into the building, a magnificent skyscraper with a large ' IC FOODS ' sign at the top. It was surrounded by other buildings but stood tall in the midst of them all, towering above them all. The exterior of the building was plain transparent glass, giving a see through the building and the activities going on in it. We settled down in the meeting room as the people around went around, seeing that everything was in order - the slide, the power point, the projector, that everything would go as planned. A hard copy of everything to be presented was handed to everyone starting from me, and on the front page was written in bold blue ink ' Reformation Plans For IC FOODS' Packaging Criteria '. Sasha stood at a lectern right b