(Back to the roots)‘Hello Miss Turner'.Kathleen was puzzled, gobsmacked to say the least. Her boss was standing right in front of her! it wasn't a dream, nor a prank, neither a simulation of some sort which she prayed for it to be.... Grayson Hunter was standing right in front of her—in her apartment building—while she was wearing the most atrocious looking flip-flops worn out sweatshirt....he was standing in front of her!.I hope he didn't hear it, she thought as she blinked endlessly until she could muster up the courage to speak, ‘Wh... what brings you here sir?'.‘You', he responded, ‘I came here for you'.Now Kathleen wasn't sure by what he meant, coming here for her could mean a lot of things and she hoped it wasn't the latter she thought of, ‘Uhhh you came here for me??'.‘Yes', he nodded, ‘I need you to get dressed and meet me outside immediately. No questions asked Miss Turner'.‘I don't work outside work hours s—'‘I'll pay you extra so are you coming down or not??'.mHe
(What is wrong with Mr Grayson??)‘Mr Grayson!!!'. She screamed at the top of her lungs in sheer disbelief of what just transpired right in front of her.‘Fuck!'. The punched man got up after a few minutes of being disheveled, ‘You're gonna pay for that man!'.‘Maybe take your time and listen. Then you'll be able to hear the concept of consent when it happens...if a woman doesn't want you just move on'. Grayson said calmly and walked away grabbing Kathleen's hand along.She remained mute as they walked out of the building, dazed and torn between feelings as she couldn't understand why he would hit someone for her—this was the same man who treated her like crap for the last two weeks after denying her existence on the spot and now he's fighting for her like he was her boyfriend.She gulped hard when she got into his car, without his driver when they both drove off and could feel the tension brewing between the both of them, she had to tread lightly use her words with caution or else it
(Work Husband)Kathleen returned twenty minutes later with the bottle of vinegar and frowned deeply catching her boss from the corner of her eye throwing it into the bin....there was absolutely no reason for him to send her on such a useless errand, it was all the more frustrating not knowing why he would do such a think in the first place.She sighed deeply returning back to work only for Jacob to return after a while and handed her a neck massager since she complained about how sore she was—he was a charming human, super sweet and really considerate but his gestures were just getting a little too much in her opinion, hence why Ophelia called him her work husband.It wasn't a secret about Jacob liking her and she wished she could reciprocate the feeling but her past relationships were nothing to write home about—her ex boyfriend was a married man, her one night stand happened to be her boss who didn't recognize her for some reason so there was no saying what could happen this time ar
(Work Husband part 2)‘I don't know why she would betray me like this'. Grayson said calmly as he returned to his seat in the restaurant after witnessing his ex girlfriend kiss her so proclaimed best friend in a car at the parking lot.He was hurt, hurt and his ego was even bruised the more. Not only did she break up with him, but she made it seem like it was his fault when she was the one going behind his back to cheat with her best friend!.The waiter arrived with the food they ordered and he just couldn't bring himself to chew any of it even though the lobster mousse looked amazing. He didn't love Charisse but he was comfortable with her, she was his woman for three years and even though their relationship wasn't moving forward—he still wanted to end things on his own terms.‘Well technically she's not yours anymore so...'. Connor murmured looking away to avoid Grayson's dirty glare.Grayson frowned, ‘She's not yours but she moved on quickly don't you—'‘You had a one night stand w
(The dinner from hell)She was beyond confused and shocked learning about the flowers placed on her desk by Jacob before she arrived at the office. Ophelia's disappointment went down the drain the moment the ignorance about the situation came to light—someone was playing foul, foul and was clearly against her relationship with Jacob moving further.Her brows furrowed as she brought out the rose gold dress which was way neater than she imagined, and wasn't in need of any ironing. All that was left was her hair and makeup, looking at the split ends she had it wasn't looking too promising—but she was determined to leave an impression on Mr Grayson's face, that even if she was a woman of low income she still had elegance.‘But who would do such a thing??'. She asked herself again just thinking about the flowers and a soft sigh left her, there was no explanation as to why anyone would do such a thing—the only person close to being a suspect was her boss and he certainly wasn't interested i
(The dinner from hell part 2)‘Good evening Mr Jacob. Meet my assistant Kathleen Hunter'.‘Oh she's more than just an assistant alright. It's a wonder she's able to last this long considering your strict work ethics'.‘She's very good at what she does sir'.Kathleen breathed a sigh of relief being introduced as Grayson's personal assistant and not just his woman of the night as she feared earlier. She took a deep breath again and used this opportunity to glance around the long buffet table where almost everyone was of high status and calibre, it definitely made her feel out of place.Grayson however conversed with the guests like it was a normal thing to do, these were his people—posh people, pristine people, eloquent and classy people and then there was her—an ex teen convict who lived in the slums of new York trying to make a name for herself. Her confidence went down the drain just seeing the people of luxury, knowing she couldn't be where they were no matter how she dreamt.Grayso
(I have a date)Kathleen screamed the next morning waking up to a late alarm clock. It was spoiled and she forgot to change the batteries the night before, now she had overslept and an hour late for work.‘He's going to kill me...he's going to kill me'. She sang in frustration as she managed to put on an outfit without bothering to take a shower or brush her teeth—there was makeup wipes and mouthwash in her bathroom which was a quicker substitute, all this wouldn't spare her from the grave cause her boss was so going to bury her.‘Kathy!!'. She heard Mr Garrison's voice and banging on her door which made her scream silently as things were for sure not going to plan. She just had a week left, just a week left until she got a huge fat paycheck and now she was a at a risk of losing that same job .‘Hey Mr Gary'. She put on a wide grin as she opened the door fully dressed and ready to bolt as soon as she had the opportunity.He brought his hand forward, ‘Where's the money you owe me Kathy
(Tired!!)‘What do you mean you have a date??'.‘Well... it's when two people who want to get to—'‘I asked a rhetorical question!!'. He yelled and she gulped hard, unable to understand why he was so pissed off about this. All she wanted was to not work overtime because she had a date and now he was pissed, but she wasn't backing down, she just wouldn't break Jacob's heart again.‘I can take the suits to the drycleaners first thing tomorrow sir'. She offered.‘Who's the guy?'.‘Pardon??'.‘Who are you going out on a date with?', he asked, ‘Jacob Hempstead??'.She frowned subtly, ‘I don't see how it's relevant but yes—he asked me out on a date and I said yes'.Grayson was trying his best to conceal his disdain, he hated the feeling of rage pumping through his veins, hated how bothered he was that she was leaving her job to go out with some colleague of hers, ‘Okay then. Do you want a pink slip??'.‘Sir??'.’I asked if you wanted a pink slip tomorrow Miss Turner'.‘No sir'‘What time is
(The Final End)Two weeks later and Kathleen could be seen at the block's cookout organized by everyone in the apartment building to celebrate Nana Willow's birthday, she was ill and in her final days, and instead of spending it in the hospital she wanted to be around the people she loved and cared about.Plates started to pass around until it got to her, the smell of the best cheese steak sandwich from Devante's wafted into her nostrils and she could feel her mouth water just looking at it. Next to her sat Joana and her adorable twelve year old, Wallace was trying to find an excuse to play with the other kids whilst his mother was busy getting enamoured by Bobo, the dog walker from next block.‘So how's life treating you huh?', Mr Garrison asked as he took a seat next to her, ‘You know we miss you around here'.Her brows arched, ‘Come on...almost a year ago you wanted to throw me out on the streets. Don't play favors now that I've leased my apartment now'.‘Well that friend of yours
(Stay away from my son part 2)‘No??'‘No'‘What do you mean No?!'.Kathleen sighed deeply, this was like a movie, ‘Look here Mrs Hunter—I am not what you think I am, a golddigger. I love Grayson and considering how he was the one who chased me until I became his girlfriend I think you have an idea on what it is'.Evangeline pursed her lips as she placed a blank cheque on the table, she slid it over to Kathleen's side of the table, ‘That's a blank cheque right there.... anything you need... whatever you want...it could be a million dollars, name your price. Name your price and I'll give you what it takes just to stay away from my son'.Kathleen stared down at the cheque feeling almost insulted, the least Evangeline could do was be original and try something else that wasn't from the obvious plot of a movie, she chuckled softly, ‘You know this would've been the offer of a lifetime but why would I choose to take what you're offering, knowing fully well that your son can give me double?'
(Stay away from my son)Grayson was trying to get rid of his house hunger by having almost a gallon of fruit loops and milk, he was tired and now unemployed. It felt strange having breakfast all by himself by this time of the day, when he heard someone stomping towards him from behind and turned around to Kathleen, she wasn't happy, he smiled.‘Morning babe'.‘You told me everything's okay?!!'. She cried out.He shrugged, ‘Everything is okay. You're back from work early'.She winced, ‘Cut the crap Gray! Of course I'm back from work early cause I fucking got fired! I got a promotion and in a week I loose my fucking job all because my boyfriend couldn't give me a heads up about him losing his position!'.Her eyes were turning red by the minute, he pursed his lips losing his appetite immediately as his cereal turned soggy, ‘I'm sorry and yes—i stepped down as CEO'She gasped, 'Why would you do that?! I thought you loved your job more than anything Gray....more than me!'.He frowned deepl
(The New CEO)November 31st, 10pm to be exact, Grayson Hunter stepped down from his position as the CEO of Hunter's Group. He worked half of his life to be here, missed out on the fun of being a young man, never spent Christmas or his birthday with anyone, almost developed a eating disorder with his constant lack of a balance meal and all for what? all for his father to throw it away with some stupid marriage proposal.He didn't care, even if he worked his butt off to become the CEO he didn't care and he would do the same all over again—throw it all away if it meant he couldn't be with Kathleen. He was successful enough on his own, he had his own money which meant he didn't need his father's inheritance, he was rich enough to take care of himself and take care of his woman.He wasn't leaving Kathleen for anything, not even the job he loved most. A sniffle escaped him as he could feel the tears brimming in his eyes, ‘Take me somewhere else'. He instructed the driver in a icy tone.‘Sir
(Don't marry your assistant)It took a lot of contemplation but with enough pressure from Kathleen he finally managed to get into the car, dressed in a simple royal blue shirt with two buttons down and casual pants. Royal blue was his mother's least favorite color, she usually said the color reminded her of commoners in the most disdainfully way possible and he loved to piss her off.The drive lasted an hour before he got to his father's mansion. The Hunter family house, a sigh left his lips as he got out of the car, standing in front of the white mansion and feeling a dreaded sense of loneliness just looking at it. He hadn't been here in almost two years, he hated it, the two pillars that held the porch together up to the main door, the long bushes of carnellas that led up to the backyard which he was mildly allergic to but no one cared—he hated every single one of it, the stupid bright chandelier that once fell on his leg and his father had to tell him to act like a man and stop wai
(Wallace)Grayson frowned deeply seeing the list of potential candidates for the position of his new assistant—Incompetent they all were, unimpressive and most of all they weren't Kathleen. She'd done such a good job being his assistant that a replacement just felt like a let down, trying to fill up a void space.He flipped through the pages of each personal information when Theresa suddenly walked into his office with a stack of files, placing it on his table even though he didn't instruct her to. His brows arched as he looked up at her, ‘Pardon??'.‘These are the breakdowns you asked for sir'. She muttered in the most stoic way possible that it almost felt like a mocking sarcasm, ‘Unfortunately the assistant supervisor isn't here to bring these herself'.It subtly sounded like she was trying to insult his work ethic, and he knew Kathleen wasn't one to slack on the job, ‘It isn't the assistant's job. It's your job'.‘Sorry sir'. She nodded.He was already annoyed, he hated the blatan
(Babysitting Wallace)Grayson woke up the next morning before Kathleen to get ready for work. It was her day off which meant she had all the time in the world to rest, a smile crossed his lips as he walked out of the closet minutes later all dressed up after taking a shower to still see her clearly asleep with her curls sprawled over the pillow.He felt like a married man, she felt like his wife. He wanted their relationship to be like this forever, smirking as he adjusted the cufflinks on his sleeve. Kathleen rolled on and about the bed to the edge, he sat down and brushed a strand off her face before leaning down to kiss her cheek.Her eyes opened slowly, ‘Good morning'.‘Mmmh', he kissed her lips next, ‘I'll be back soon okay??'.‘I'll miss you'. She murmured still hazy.'I know', he replied kissing her again, ‘Don't forget you have your babysitting job today'.It finally clicked and she jerked up to her feet in a mode of panic, ‘Oh shit I forgot!! I need to go...oh it's not until
(The babysitter)Evangeline took a sip of champagne as Helena Watson joined her in the restaurant. A sharp brow lifted seeing as Helena had on the same faux coat as hers, she hated that, she hated duplicates of her and Helena Watson wasn't short of a dupe.‘Fancy seeing you here Eva', Helena drawled as she took a seat, ‘I haven't seen you in a while'.Evangeline frowned, ‘You've only met me once at The Le oud's art show. To what do I owe this meeting Helena? I was told it's beneficial'.‘It's about our kids', Helena delved straight into the point, ‘I'm proposing an arranged marriage'.Charming, Evangeline thought as she took another sip of her drink, ‘I'm listening....'*********Kathleen let out a moan as she felt his fingers in-between the walls of her special place. She playfully slapped his shoulder which made him laugh and finally back off as they were just having a wonderful time in the bathtub, her hair was wrapped up in a large bun with curly strands escaping at the front and
(Mommy issues Part 2)Kathleen wasn't sure how it happened but before she knew it she was on his bed, stark naked with his mouth on the side of her neck placing soft kisses.‘You were good today babe'. He whispered before kissing her so hard on the mouth that it took her breath away.She smiled as he broke away, ‘I'm never letting you do that again'.‘Do what??'.‘Seduce me', she stroked the undercut of his hair, ‘I'm worried about you Gray'.‘Can we not talk about me right now?', he kissed the corner of her mouth, ‘I feel like we should go another—' He was interrupted by the sudden ringing of his phone, ‘Ignore it'.He tried to kiss again and the phone wouldn't stop, she laughed softly pushing him away from her with gentleness, ‘You should answer that. I'm going to make coffee'.‘Stay', he demanded, ‘I'll be back in a minute'.She watched him leave not before he lightly tapped her buttocks in a playful manner, making a mental note to get her shots immediately to avoid conception. Gra