So a few old friends in this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it.
On the Thursday before our engagement party, Darius called me at the office to say his sister, Leo, had ditched school. She hasn’t been seen since last night. “I’m heading to Yorkshire in the helicopter to see what’s going on. She might turn up to the office, so can you hang out there in case she does appear there?” His voice sounded strained. He must be so worried. “Yes, of course I will. Poor love, do you know why she ran away?” Darius sighed. “It’s something to do with Seb. She adores him and Ethan, and I think she’s told some girls that she’s going to a party with him. Of course, they didn’t believe her and some sort of fight started. She might go to the house there, and I’ve phoned Mrs Cod to look out for her.” “Ok, I hope you find her quickly.” “God, so do I. I can’t think of anything worse, especially if she hitched a lift to York.” Damn, that would be dreadful. She was only seventeen, and if she got into the wrong hands, it didn’t bear thinking about. “Hopefully, I’ll see
The Wicked Witch of the West was due today. Yes, that’s my mother!. Honestly, she was the last person I needed to see. Yes, I know I invited her, but what with Leo here, and complete with black eye I knew my the woman would never let it rest. Even though she had given me guardianship of Leo while she frolicked in champagne and caviar in New York’s society, it didn’t stop her from sticking her oar in whenever she wanted. Leo hated it when she came over and had even talked Alma and George into letting her stay at their mews house on Friday night just so she didn’t have to sit at the table with her mother. I couldn’t blame her. Maybe I had done this wrong. Maybe Kate and I should have just run off to Vegas and got married in an Elvis Chapel. It would certainly have caused less tension.And if course my thoughts turned to Kate. You know, love and I don’t get on. I’d done it once–falling in love, that is. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I could never do it again. That little inte
As the time of the dinner with Darius’ mother approached, I couldn’t help but feel a knot of nervousness in my stomach. Meeting the mother of the man I was going to marry is a significant event, but knowing that she had different plans for his future added an extra layer of tension. I was well aware that she had someone else in mind for him, a girl she considered more suitable for their family’s status and wealth. It was a classic tale of societal expectations versus true love, and I found myself caught in the crossfire. She’d probably hate me for disrupting her plan with the girl she wanted him to marry. But what the hell, I just need to keep my eyes on the money.“Evening Jeff, how’s things with Leo and Mrs Graves?” I said as I got settled in the car.Jeff shook his head with a mischievous smile. “Oh boy, we’ve had a real rollercoaster of a day, but you know, I probably shouldn&rs
I don’t think I have ever been so angry for a long time. What the hell was my mother playing when she asked Kate who she was? I’d just bloody told her! And as for ‘Wish-I-had-never-heard-of-you,’ there was no way on God’s earth I would marry that woman. The outfit she was wearing was hardly appropriate for a family dinner. Flesh chiffon with strategic cutouts. From a distance, she appeared attractive, but once you engaged in conversation with her, it felt like prodding a snake with a stick. Her face remained expressionless.. Regardless of the topic, she skillfully redirected the discussion back to herself, making her ego seem larger than anything I had ever encountered. I wanted to talk to Kate in private, especially after the way she kissed me when she first arrived. I know she was pretending, but it felt genuine enough. She called me a liar when I said that I had missed her. But it wasn’t true. The more I saw her at work, the mor
Oh man, talk about a disastrous day! Here I am, strolling through Canary Wharf, the financial centre of London. I have an interview today for a job I really want, and wouldn't you know it, the weather gods decided to rain on my parade, literally. My supposedly trusty umbrella turned out to be more like a sieve, letting every drop of rain soak me to the bone. I have to say, it wasnt raining when I set off for my interview and catching a taxi would not help my meagre finances Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, along comes Mr Showoff in his flashy red penis extension, zooming past me like he's on a mission to create a tidal wave. Guess who ended up being the unsuspecting victim? Yup, me. I was drenched from head to toe, my clothes clinging to me like wet seaweed. It's moments like these when you question your life choices, right? But hey, there was a glimmer of hope shining through the rain clouds. I finally reached the building I was heading to, and stepping inside felt
God forbid me from throttling my mother!I glared across the lunch table at my mother. How many times had I told her to keep her nose out of my affairs, and that I barely have time to wipe my arse, never mind have a relationship? Not that I would say that to her, but she knew my time was limited.“Absolutely not Mother! Why the hell do you think I want you to choose my life partner, my wife? I’ve been the head of a banking corporation for 5 years now and I am 36. She wasn’t paying the slightest attention to me when I looked across the table at her. She buttered her bread roll and glanced at the Vogue magazine resting at the side of her plate. She turned the page.Some days there are meetings back to back, and the only respite I get is in the car going from one to the other. Even then, I’m reading notes and looking at emails. Where do I find time for a relationship? Though I’m not saying I’m celibate, there are certain girls who will drop everything to come and see me. I am a busy man a
Two weeks later. Since puddle-gate, and the interview with the lovely Violet Smith I got the job. I went home to celebrate with my boyfriend. I say boyfriend, but I hadn’t decided if he was what I wanted in a boyfriend. I’d noticed a bit of a temper when things didn’t go well for him, and although he apologised for losing his temper immediately I just hung back on taking things all the way. He was good fun and charming, but there was just something…Anyway truth will out, and he thought he could help himself to my body. Picture this: a dimly lit restaurant, where the air is thick with the scent of candle wax and garlic. The evening started off innocently enough, with my ex, Greg Moorcroft, trying his best to impress me with his newfound charm. But little did I know that behind that charming smile lurked a devious plan—a plan to take advantage of my vulnerability. As we finished our dinner, Greg suggested we skip the drive home and head to his place for a "nightcap." Now, I'm no prud
Kate and I had been getting on extremely well. She worked hard, and today I sent her on a tour of the other departments, to introduce herself and I had no doubt that they would like her, it's not often an assistant tells me I have a penis extension. I believe Violet had spread the word to one or two people. She told me off when everything had been explained and I think this was her revenge for the tricks I'd played on her. She was a good friend and there was no way she would let me get above myself.Now, I had a meeting with someone who I despised. I was not looking forward to it.As I sat across from Oliver, a simmering resentment bubbled within me. He was the epitome of privilege, always handed everything on a silver platter, while the rest of us toiled and fought for our dreams. It was infuriating to witness him now, as the CEO of his father's company, without having earned it.We had been childhood acquaintances, although it had been seven long years since I last saw him at his fat