From Evan my eyes move down straight to the phone stand where the phone is kept with the circular light, letting out a loud breath I turn to my right at Riley, who is seated next to me on the sofa, Evan is standing behind the coffee table staring at us, we stay silent for a while till the count down for the live is done and there the camera is on, the comments keep popping on the left side of the screen. I sit there faking a smile at the screen cooperating with him but neither of his words are getting into my head, the chattering on my right stops when the comments keep slidingAre you both really together?They don’t look good together?How can we believe that he is really into her?Is he playing again?Is she a victim as well?What about Mira?Mira? Who’s that? Seems like he has some kind of history I guessMy eye balls slide to the right corner of my eyes to take a glance at him, he stays still staring at the screen with an unreadable expression, I look down noticing his intertwine
Third Person P.O.VPassing the main road Aiden walks to the store by the end of the street, she stops in her tracks when she notices Riley seated outside by the balcony where the chairs and tables are arranged. Looking around finding the store lonely she walks towards and sits on the chair next5 to him, he looks up from her shoes and a smile makes its way on his lips when she sits.Looking at the three empty cans on table she exhales “Stop drinking,” she says dryly as she throws the empty cans to the bin by their table.“I did not have enough,” Riley replies staring at the can on the table, he looks at Aiden and says “I don’t get drunk,” he smiles, taking the can he gulps down the remaining alcohol in it, biting his lower lip he curls his lips inwards by pressing the can harder “You can leave,” he states opening another can, the tone of his voice enough to show that he is not drunk as he didn’t stammer. Letting out a breath Aiden inserts her hands into her jacket’s pocket shrugging h
Riley’s P.O.VLooking through the transparent glass wall of the cafe outside, I observe the surrounding, the clear water of lake reflects the trees and sky onto it, there are few people walking around, and there I spotted two familiar faces. The reporters think that they’re well-hidden but always be found by me, the same thing happened when I went out with Mira and the next day the article was about me having one night stand with her. My gaze averts to the person seated opposite to me leaving the corner seat empty, she looks around as she runs her hand through her short black hair, my vision follows her actions when she removes her black leather jacket revealing the plain white t shirt. Her dressing sense always seem off.“I can't believe that my girlfriend dresses like this,” I snarl letting out a loud dramatic sigh, leaning behind I rest my shoulder on the chair head, my gaze moves down and up again at her.She furrows her brows and looks at me for a while “Do you expect a mini ski
Third Person P.O.VRiley snakes his hand around Aiden's waist, he pushes her against his body, his eyes staring at her. From his hands she looks up at him, her head moves backwards immediately noticing the short distance between them, she furrows her brows squinting her eyes watching him, their chin almost brushing against each other. Riley stays still staring at her his heartbeat beginning to pound again, he bites his lower lip feeling nervous, pursing his lips to a flat line he flutters his eyelids as his cheeks heat up."Are you feeling unwell?," Aiden questions watching him closely, she steps back pushing him behind and looks around "That person is gone," she informs as she straightens her jacket."Are you ok?," She asks again facing Riley who looks around chewing onto his inner cheek, he faces her when she spoke."Yeah...," He replies lowly looking away, his heart still pacing."Your skin is red," She states as she sits on the bench near by.Riley takes deep breaths in and out he
~One week later~Aiden takes a spoon full of cereal and puts it in her mouth, chewing the crunchiness she gulps down the milk in the glass as well. From the bowl she looks straight to see Riley, who stays frozen staring at the cereals which are floating on the milk, his eyes are slightly open staring at an empty space, his hands held together in front of his crotch, absent minded."Riley," Aiden calls out as she slams the glass of milk on the table making a loud noise to get his attention but failed. She stares at him, her lips parted in disbelief, brushing her bangs behind her ears she inhales a deep breath in and lets it out to calm herself. Licking her lips she plasters a fake smile on her a face and leans forward."Riley, nothing......," She stops when he stands and walks away from the table silently.Aiden slams her hands on the table and gets up from her seat, she follows him as he kept short steps."Nothing is going to change just because you stay locked up in the room and ea
Aiden's P.O.VWho are they?From Riley I look at the direction of the door when the door slammed open, my body freezes on place not in astonishment, in curiosity. Taking a deep breath in I let it out as I keep a step forward watching each of them."Destroy everything in here," one of the five men orders and the others walk to their separate ways in the small room, my gaze follows his steps.That man goes close to the shelf where the framed certificates and awards are placed on it, keeping another step forward I glare at that person whose face is plastered with a slick smile, he eyes at Riley and at me smugly which gets onto my nerves."If you dare, pull that down," I challenge squinting my eyes following his every subtle action.The corner of his lips twitch up to an ugly smile, he chuckles softly sarcastically followed by the laughter of his mates, he raises his brows at me in amusement "Just a kid," he grunts under his breath yet I heard him.I place my palms on the large desk in fr
Riley's P.O.VSeated on the sofa I place my palms over my knees leaning over my arms, My head lowered while my eyeballs are at the top watching the super woman pulling out the first aid box. She was the one who caused the wound in the first place.I look away when she turns around and walks toward me, pursing my lips to a flat line I look straight at her, she places the first aid box on the table and bends opening it, her side features radiating in my view. My eyes follow her actions when she brushes the few strands of hair behind her ear, her fingers pulling out the plasters and bandages.To be honest, even though she acts all rough and looks stiff she is pretty in her own way. Was I blind on our first meeting or am I blind now as her magnificent power made me be appealed. This super woman is really something, the way she stood alone and fought with the men....Damn...she was freaking cool...The way she spoke to the officer ordering him apologize...Oh my God her gut is phenomenal...
Third Person P.O.VCurling her brows, Aiden runs her hand through her hair drowsily, her mouth opens wide yawning. She sits straight and brushes the few strands of hair on her face behind her ears, her brows furrow curiously when she feels the texture of material around her palm, bringing her hand to view she examines the bandage tied around her palm with a neat bow. The corners of her lips twitch upwards to a spontaneous smile, untying the bandage she stomps to the washroom.The crispy golden brown sandwiches pop out, taking it Riley sets the sandwiches on the plate, he then removes the grizzling omelette from the heated pan, the yolk wobbly on the top in a way that when the knife cuts through it the yellow liquid flows out. The other companion which joins the plate are the fried sausages. He sets the plates on the table along with a glass of grape juice. He takes his seat and fixes his gaze to the guest room door. The next minute his gaze averts and he looks away facing the opposit
The hall is crowded with people, Emma walks around everywhere greeting the guests present. The guests are seated around the circular tables on the either sides of the walk leading the podium. Pleasant strains of melody music drifts through the crowd. The walk path is arranged with blue and white roses in a row and straight on the stage stands Riley. He is in a black, single breasted, satin tuxedo with a white wing collar shirt. He adjusts his tie and rubs the back of his neck, his stomach feeling weird. He nibbles on his lower lip staring at the large door, waiting to see her. The smell of fresh flowers fills in the air. The music stops, and all heads turn to face the far end of the walk. The opening to the bridal chorus begins to play. The door opens and there she comes down the isle.Everyone in the crowd stares at her, surprised. Aiden has worn a strapless white wedding gown with white embroidery on her bodice. Rhinestone and pearl beads are sewn on her gown. She also has worn a tw
~Three months later~Riley’s P.O. VThe shimmering wet sand sweeps over my bare feet. The drizzling of water and the smell of salt only capture my senses. I stroll ahead closer to the water, letting salt water wash over my ankles. It’s been three months since the tragic incident and it feels like it happened yesterday.The waves are just like our life. The way time washes over us and every time it does, it makes us stronger as it moistens the dry sand. Time teaches us how to overcome obstacles and it makes us a better version of ourselves.Just like how waves bring along the plants in them, it’s like the people who enter our life. Some stay like how plants attach to the sand, but some leave, like how the water takes it back.I was in a relationship with my university crush and we broke after mom passed away as I didn’t hangout with her months and she initially visited me to inform that she is no longer interested in me. And then it’s Mira. She was my colleague, and we worked on a song
Chapter 40: Her saviorChloe lifts his body and stays on his knees, he grabs her tied hands and pins above her head, he lowers his body over hers, their face close to each other “Why?,” he growls, his voice loud enough to scare anyone but not her, she never flinches nor blinks, her eyes looks into his “What’s so good about Riley?,” he grunts “Why are you choosing him over me?,” he asks, his tone stern.“You cannot be compared to him,” she spits, “You killed everyone for your own selfishness “ she controls her breath.“Because they took away what’s mime,” his grip on her loosens “The boy I pushed down from the rooftop in school,” he moves back and continues, his eyes fixed to her wound “He stole the watch which mom gave me,” he says, he lifts her shirt and balls the material in his hand “You know how much I worked hard to take over the company,” he places the material on her wound and applies gentle pressures on it, Aiden looks down at his side features, her ears only on him “My father
The sound of the phone text notification finally gets into her ears, her heavy eyelids lift slowly. She runs her hands through her messy hair and sits straight, her dull eyes look around the empty hall. The phone beeps again. A low weary sigh leaves her lips, Aiden stands and walks to the shelf. Her brows meet looking at the phone screen, an unknown number. She clicks on the message, a current location shared: the underground parking of her apartment.She checks on Emma, a slight smile makes it’s way on her lips to see Emma asleep peacefully. She puts on her shoes and leaves with her phone. The underground parking was closed for a couple of weeks due to construction, the dark alley is brightened with one or two lights which makes the large space dim, some places pitch dark. Aiden holds her phone in the air, with the torch on. She walks through the exit door of the apartment, her eyes observe her surrounding.She doesn’t know the sender of the message but decided to face the music as s
A fond smile sweeps across Riley’s lips, he rubs her knuckles with his thumb, her hand in his. His fixed on her sleeping face, he smiles wide when some strands of hair falls over her face kissing her cheek. He moves his bent legs closer to the sofa where Aiden is laid, his fingers brush her, hair away from her face and tucks behind her ear. “Your dad was right,” he says, his voice low and gentle “You are ironically weak inside,” he moves his head closer, his lips softly lands on her forehead. A kiss on the forehead has many reasons and the most affectionate kiss than a kiss on the cheek and lip. It means I will protect you, I’ll be by your side and I will care for you.His phone rings, immediately he grabs it from the short table and mites it, taking another last glance at her, he stands and walks out.“The person who killed Johnson is released,” Eric reports as soon as the call in answered.“Are you following him?,” Riley asks, his thumb cracking the other four fingers.“Yes,
Aiden stands from the stool beside the bed and pulls the duvet over Emma who is asleep. She didn’t want to take her mom back to their house soon after the funeral, she thought the place will bring sad memories… A home is always full of memories… She accompanied Emma since Johnson’s funeral, the two passed days already excruciating. She never left her side, giving her courage and consoling her mother like she is totally fine where as she is broken terribly… There is no human who are strong, everyone is weak in one way or another. She tucks her hair behind her ears and inhales a deep breath, she bends and places a kiss on Emma’s forehead. Riley waits outside Lisa’s room watching Aiden, it’s been a couple of days which seems like ages for him to see her, he rarely saw her even though they are under the same roof, when ever she walks out the room she passes him a forced smile, to show him that she is fine but he knows, he knows that smile is fake. He knows that she isn’t alright. He kn
The grey sky darkens the environment, few faded rays of sunlight gets through the heavy dark clouds. The box pleated joint of skirt fits around her unsexy waist, the peach material blended with faded red roses brightens her pale skin tone. In front of the mirror she steps back and moves her spread legs closer, taking another complete glance of her reflection. She adjusts the sleeve and pulls up the precise deep neck feeling uncomfortable in her attire, a low vexed sigh leaves her lips when the zipper at the back cracks down… Her brain requests to give up despite her heart which orders her to wear it on as she is sure it will make her parents happy, she looks forward to witness Johnson’s reaction as he loves to see his daughter dressed up, in addition she wants to try it on for Riley because he has set up a grand dinner tonight.“This is annoying,” she grunts under her breath and snakes her arm behind her back trying to pull up the zip, she slides her other arm over shoulder…. She zip
“What?,” Riley exclaims, his voice loud to grab the attention of the two nurse in the elevator.He looks at Aiden and closes his open mouth, he waits silent making no move until the elevator door part, the two nurse walls out and the doors close again going up to the seventh floor.“Blake called and told that Chloe has prepared an abrupt press meeting tonight,” she says.He rubs the back of his neck and stands straight… he was in glee expecting victory on his way but it hadn’t end yet….“What’s up with his action?,” he frowns.“Isn’t it obvious!,” Aiden pulls out her phone from her grey coat and scrolls through the feed “Neither of the photos we uploaded in the video aren’t true except Catherine’s clip,”“So, what can he do because they were fake,” he looks at her with raised brows, curious.“Maybe he can prove those fake,” she shrugs.“Then what about Catherine, he can’t tell she is not his sister,”“They are not biological,” she reminds him “And Catherine doesn’t like to be involved
The air around the room stiffens, the two guards who are called to Chloe’s room exchange glances, they wait in silence till Chloe gives them permission to explain what happened. Seated on the sofa at the center of the office room, Chloe stares at the laptop screen , his clenched jaw tightens as he narrows his eyes in rage, his eyebrows dragged down, he forms his hands to fist, veins pop out his skin. He taps onto the enter button again for the sixth time, the video footage of the hall replays ; the clip of Riley and Aiden. The blue orbs fixed on the two figures in the screen, his eyes are blazing flames; dangerous.“Sir,” Kevin calls out, he swallows down the lump in his throat and strolls to the sofa, his feet stop when he observes Chloe.“What?,” Chloe asks, his tone low and stern.Kevin lowers his gaze and informs “The reporters are waiting outside, Sir,” he looks at Chloe, whose focus is on the laptop screen “All the news is about you and,” he stays silent for a second.“And what?