DahliaSilence is the only occupant in the office for like 2…3 minutes until I huff and say, “I don’t care.” Not turning an itch to face Carlton, I starts for the door. However the next thing Carlton does within split seconds, takes me unaware. I barely reach the door, before I feel a strong grip at my arm and with a slight pull, I’m twirling around, almost tripping on my heels before landing on Carlton’s chest. His strong arms encircles my waist. Then his next action gets me even more stunned. “Carlton what are you…” Carlton’s lips slamming against mine, cuts off the rest part of my words. My whole system freeze at once. My breathing stop and my body goes stiff. I’m toss in that awkward moment when you are alert to what is happening but a nerve in your brain is completely shut down and you can’t help yourself. So instead of pulling away from Carlton as my instincts wills me to, I engage in an aggressive lip ride with Carlton. We eat each other’s lips aggressively, our tong
Dahlia pov As I’m still staring in disbelief at the photo, my memory transcends to about two weeks ago. The day Tristian discharged himself from the ward since according to him, he had business in L.A which was more important than his health. “Tristian, I still think this isn’t a good idea.” I am sitting on Tristian’s bed in place of him. Whining and worrying as he’s busy strapping on his suit jacket hastily. “The Doctor advise that you stay on bed rest for at least two more days.” “Trust me dahlia, I’m hail and vibrant already. Stop worrying about a grown up man like me but I’m flattered by your concern though.” Tristian teases, throwing a playful wink at me which somewhat makes him look cute. But still, I’m not buying his antics. “You may look physically strong but what if the attack comes again?” “Then I’ve got my medicines.” I’m about to argue further but I’m cut off by the creaking sound of the door. Both mine and Tristian’s attention turns to it and we see a strange
Dahlia’s Pov “And look who came to have lunch with MY husband!” Marigold snared stressing the ‘MY’. Her obstruction immediately attract eyes of onlookers to us. “So just because I took your car, you decided to hang out with dahlia?!” She yelled. “Mari-gold don’t even start. Not everyone is as petty as you.” Carlton scoff In frustration, swallowing a lump and gawking at the onlookers. Marigold continues to rant. “Then what are you doing in this fancy eatery with dahlia? I can’t even remember the last time we went out on dates like couples should.” She yell on top her voice that it’s almost straining. She’s so pained and it’s twinkling in her eyes. I haven’t even plunge my claws on Carlton’s heart yet she’s already like this. I wonder what she will do when Carlton gets rid of her for me because I’m certainly going to make him. “Everything isn’t about you marigold.” Carlton spits coldly, indirectly humiliating marigold in front of the onlookers and marigold faces grows even more d
Dahlia’s pov, “Here’s the thing, sunny is drunk.” Tristian blurts out. “She had called me few minutes ago, crying and rambling over some stuffs. I was forced to locate her at the bar she was and brought her back. She was, in fact she is in a pretty bad mess. She puked overall the place and all over me. Which obviously explains why I’m shirtless.” He rasps spitefully, turning from the embarrass Tristian he was a while ago to a pissed one now. “Sunny is drunk? Why? What happened? Why did she drink?” I asks before I realize Tristian wouldn’t know all that. So I just walk out of Tristian and enter Sunny’s room. First I’m welcome with a strong stench of alcohol which nauseate me before I manage to walk up to an half-sleepy-drunk looking sunny on the bed. “Sunny? What the hell happened? Just how much did you drink?” I snapped at her. “Tristian?” She called with her voice dragging. She’s lying face down but still If not the effect of alcohol she could recognize me. “Where’s the pack
Dahlia pov, “We shouldn’t rush into it in haste. Yes that portrait looks so much like Spencer’s but don’t forget there are millions of people with same physique and a million others with that same dragon tattoo, same spot. We can’t just accuse the first suspect that comes to mind until there’s a solid proof. You don’t want to put an innocent person behind bars do you?” Tristian points out reasonably and As I think about it, I can’t help but see that he just might be right. There are indeed thousands of people with the same tattoo, same spot. The last thing I want to do is to jail an innocent person. I know how that feels like. Thinking more about that, eve marigold has that same tattoo. Same spot as that’s quite a popular spot for that type of tattoo. I’m not saying it’s marigold in the frame as she’s obviously a female but what if the person is one of her holigan friends and the tattoo is somewhat a symbol of their friendship bond? Or she could even be related to Spence
Sunny’s Pov As much as I will hate to admit, being in the same entity with Tristian got to be the top rated awkward moment of my life. I may have been all tough and sassy outside but I was literally scourging with Agitation. The fact that Tristian saw the lowest version of me yesterday and probably how I must have made a fool out of myself freaks the hell out of me. I had thought hiding beneath the guise of giving him cold shoulders and being feisty with him would suppress it but I had failed. Why the hell he had really came to the bar for me is something I’ll never place my head around. Tristian had been such a jerk to me even though dahlia keeps appraising him. But then again why the hell was Tristian the first person that called to my mind when I needed a helping hand? Fuck sakes there’s dahlia there. We’ve just dropped the kids off at school and right now, Tristian is driving us out of the school compound. The car is suddenly so quiet now as the kids are off and I can bet
Dahlia’s. Dahlia’s Pov, I hate to say this but Carlton is like the best chef and teacher I’ve met in my entire life. I’ve been literally smitten by the impeccable way he’s lecturing the students and handling the culinariy so far. It’s like he had been cooking from his mother’s belly and he was born to lecture it. We started at the basic of cooking today. And we started off with French fries. So far, Carlton had enthusiastically taken the students through each step, breaking it into unit that even I am learning from him. He seem to have of pool of secret tips and several alternatives for time managing which he had dished out to the student. The moment had totally overwhelmed me that I never knew I had been smiling sheepishly… At Carlton… and it’s not fake. I only fall back to the moment when I see marigold shooting glares at me as she’s clenching on to the knife she’s suppose to be using to dice the Irish potatoes. Other students are busy dicing their potatoes but there she
“It is a good time?” Carlton inquires and it doesn’t take time for it to register that he’s referring to what I had told me this morning at the office. I had told him I’ve a suspect but we’ve decide to hold the class first before talking about it. “Yeah, you might dismiss this but I think marigold is the culprit.” I blurts out and that hits Carlton like a boob. He goes dumbstruck for like a whole minute as if trying to register what I just said. “Are you sure? Of what you are saying?” Not bleating around the bush, I relays my analysis to him. But carlton doesn’t buy it. “I strongly think it’s a co-incident. Yeah marigold has that tattoo but that doesn’t mean she’s linked to that guy. Beside would her friends be sharing the same tattoo with her except they are forming a cult and marigold isn’t part of it. I know marigold is the worst kind of evil but she isn’t capable of murder.” “For someone who could frame her own sister for a crime she didn’t commit, She can do even wor
Carlton POV, Most of the parents who came for the Bootcamp seems to know each other. When I and dahlia walked together into the hall, we long splits up as friends who knows us came to greet us. While I leave dahlia with her old friend, I walk off with a business associate of mine leaving Andre behind to mingle with his peers. But I actually regrets doing that because Andre got involved in a fight with some kids right inside the hall. Dahlia’s kids were also involved too. The table quickly turn. Me and the other parents of the kids have to separate the fight while everyone in the hall has their attention towards us. “What the hell happened?” Dahlia yells, glaring at both her kids and the all other kids. “They started it!” Gianna snap, pointing at the other kids they fought with. “They were making fun of Andre.” She divulged and I frown. A girl among the other kids retorts Gianna. “She’s lying. I and my friends just said sick kids can’t survive boot camps.” The kid said wi
Carlton POV, Most of the parents who came for the Bootcamp seems to know each other. When I and dahlia walked together into the hall, we long splits up as friends who knows us came to greet us. While I leave dahlia with her old friend, I walk off with a business associate of mine leaving Andre behind to mingle with his peers. But I actually regrets doing that because Andre got involved in a fight with some kids right inside the hall. Dahlia’s kids were also involved too. The table quickly turn. Me and the other parents of the kids have to separate the fight while everyone in the hall has their attention towards us. “What the hell happened?” Dahlia yells, glaring at both her kids and the all other kids. “They started it!” Gianna snap, pointing at the other kids they fought with. “They were making fun of Andre.” She divulged and I frown. A girl among the other kids retorts Gianna. “She’s lying. I and my friends just said sick kids can’t survive boot camps.” The kid said with o
Dahlia POV, The morning has been a whole new vigor of excitement as today is their BOOTCAMP. But me? I don’t really know. I’m not so thrilled about Bootcamp due to my past traumatic experiences but that Aside, I’m also worried that Tristian isn’t here yet. It’s already 9 Am and my kids are all dressed up already, including me. In fact they are already waiting in the car while I’m just in my room packing up relevant stuffs for the camping. Sunny had really been of great help all morning. And right now, she’s still helping me. “Do you really need these much mattresses?” Sunny asks I’m stuffing several mattresses into a bag while she had been passing them to me. “Of course, I wouldn’t want my kids catching a cold.” I said and she groan then roll her eyes. “And Tristian,” she suddenly hollers. “You said he would be here this morning. What’s keeping him?” She asks with a scoff, feigning her usual annoyance over Tristian. Well, even me would like to know what’s keeping him. If he
CARLTON’s POV, After the marigold sex tape shenanigans has been eradicated, I decided to finally face my father. More he called few moments ago after I just parted ways with dahlia and I drove straight ti the mansion and I found him at the living room standing and facing the glassed wall. Even as an old man, he still bears that intimidating Aura around him and I hated the way my body reacted to him. Especially when he twirls to face me, his stern dark eyed unnerves every inch of me. I just pulls up a firm, unbothered facade as I wait for him to speak. And I’ve been waiting since like the past ten seconds. “Finally, you decided to show up.” He finally speak with a calm voice then he walks away from his position. My eyes follows him keenly and the next thing he does actually stuns me. He walks towards the wine rank. Bring out a red wine and two glasses. He fetches some quantity each glasses and pass one over to me. I hesitate for a second before collecting it then he walks back to
Dahlia’s POV, The drive to wherever we are heading is quiet and cozy until Carlton brings up the subject of Tristian. “You know, I’ve been wondering.” He begins. pulling my attention from the phone I’m operating, I turn to face his side profile. “What do you have on Tristian?” His question completely throws me off and I arch my brows at him. Then As if reading my mind, he speaks further. “Like getting Alan to release marigold sex tapes and still getting him to take it down, couldn’t have been so easy. Yet he he did all that just for your sake. You seem to have something on him and if you don’t, then he definitely has a thing for you.” And there he goes again trying into pry into mine and Tristian’s relationship. I know what he wants to hear and that’s what I’ll be giving him… but in a non pleasing way. “You are absolutely wrong on that.” I began, eyes still pinned to his side profile. “Tristan doesn’t have anything for me. I mean not everyone does good things and expect somet
Dahlia Carlton finds a place to pull over and following the direction that Tristian sent us, it wasn’t hard to track Alan’s apartment. He’s in block B among the many jumbled apartment we passed by in the cranky area. “How does Tristian even get to know this place? Does he runs thuggery or what?” Carlton literally vocalized my thoughts as we step over some piles of woods. From what I know, Tristan never knew Alan before until marigold welcome party. However, I don’t know if Carlton is merely making a harmlessly observation or he’s trying to rob Tristian with a bad image. So I don’t respond, I just shrug and we continue walking. After walking a few distance we finally arrives at Alan’s door. We knocked a couple times on the door but after getting no response, we both walked into the apartment. we haven’t walked for long when I started hearing faint sounds. At first it isn’t Audible but the closer we approaches the place it’s coming from, I get to make sense of what’s going on.
“What are you doing here Grayson?” Sunny’s voice cuts through the thick silence in the Air. She probably figured I needed help and spoke on my behalf. I can only hope that Grayson doesn’t press on with his initial question because heavens know I’ll have to lie to him. Thankfully, Grayson drops the stupefied look on his face and responds to Sunny’s question. “The math Assignment you gave us all.” He walks fully into the room and that’s when I noticed the book in his hand. My eyes follows him as he extends the open page to sunny. “I couldn’t do mine. I can’t find the answers to any of the questions.” He whines boldly like it’s a normal thing for him not to know basic maths. And what gets more into my nerves is the way sunny reacts to it. “Oh sweetie, I’ve forgotten I gave you an Assignment. Wasn’t this in like four… three days ago?” She pets Grayson with her usual sweet voice while giving Grayson a poppy look. Grayson shrugs. “Okay, don’t worry. I will teach you how to solve
“What are you doing here Grayson?” Sunny’s voice cuts through the thick silence in the Air. She probably figured I needed help and spoke on my behalf. I can only hope that Grayson doesn’t press on with his initial question because heavens know I’ll have to lie to him. Thankfully, Grayson drops the stupefied look on his face and responds to Sunny’s question. “The math Assignment you gave us all.” He walks fully into the room and that’s when I noticed the book in his hand. My eyes follows him as he extends the open page to sunny. “I couldn’t do mine. I can’t find the answers to any of the questions.” He whines boldly like it’s a normal thing for him not to know basic maths. And what gets more into my nerves is the way sunny reacts to it. “Oh sweetie, I’ve forgotten I gave you an Assignment. Wasn’t this in like four… three days ago?” She pets Grayson with her usual sweet voice while giving Grayson a poppy look. Grayson shrugs. “Okay, don’t worry. I will teach you how to solve this
Dahlia’s POV, There seems to be time in your life when you feel like a lost poppy. Like that moment when you can’t just figure out if you are still on the right track or completely loosing yourself. And that’s me right now. I just finished the interview with Carlton and right now, I’m in a Cab heading back home. While My eyes is taking in the beautiful view of the city, my mind is pre-occupied. The short time I’ve spent with Carlton and everything he had said to me had been replaying in my head. His regret for marrying marigold. His family’s pressure. His deep regret for hurting me. I wanted all of this… I wanted him to acknowledge it all which is the mail reason I even came back to his life. And as I’m reflecting on all of these, I should be feeling elated right? I should be having that giddy feeling that I’m finally close to my revenge but damn No! As I think of Carlton, all that looms in my head is his regretful disposal… The pain in his eyes as he acknowledges how much he ha