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
Today was interesting, Darius sent me off on a tour of the bank, and it was quite illuminating, Somehow they got hold of puddle-gate, and I was treated as though I'd just scored the winning penalty in the World Cup. It was fun, and I made some friends. Darius had a meeting this morning, but he said it was nothing important and Marsha would cover for me. He'd done a quick and unexpected trip to Beijing as someone there had cocked up. He was totally jet-lagged so he'd gone home. He left me a note on my desk saying he'd see me tomorrow and left me a pile of work to get on with. That was okay. I typed all the emails he had dictated and got them sent off.I left the building at five and got home after six. It wasn’t such a long journey, and I was glad to be home. I have an upstairs flat in a large Victorian house. Decorating was my passion and my home was perfect for me. The flat was mine, I had bought my home thanks to an inheritance I had received from Nan. She always looked after me ver
I hopped on the tube to Dolly's, knowing Jeff would be there to pick me up when I gave him a call. Despite being a billionaire, I am okay with navigating London on my own. After all, nobody would recognize me, and I don't flaunt expensive jewellery like those flashy footballers. Honestly, I don't even own a diamond-encrusted watch. Material possessions don't really faze me. However, I do have a fancy watch reserved for special occasions like charity galas and such. But if I strolled into a cosy pub like Dolly's, even though it's been all spruced up and expanded, the regulars and Dolly herself would have a field day teasing me relentlessly. In our student days, Seb, Ethan, and I were lucky enough to reside just a stone's throw away from the pub. We developed a special bond with Dolly, the lovely landlady. She not only showed us how to whip up a fantastic roast dinner but also let us take turns working behind the bar. We even became pals with the regulars, and one year, we decided to tr
The next morning, I strolled into the office bright and early, only to discover that I had the place to myself. Mr. “I’m-here-at-six” Graves decided to grace us with his presence at a fashionably late nine-thirty, and boy, did he look like he had been through a rough night. I breezed into his office, armed with a pot of strong black coffee. “Good morning, sir! How’s life treating you today?” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I found him slumped over his desk, his head resting on his arms. “I’ve brought you some rocket-fueled coffee and painkillers. Need me to cancel your morning meetings? You’ve got nothing until 10:30,” I offered with a smirk. Darius raised his sleepy eyes and muttered, “Just keep the coffee flowing, please.” Pouring him a cup, I couldn’t resist teasing, “Hungry? A full English breakfast could be the ultimate hangover cure, you know.” Uh-oh, my joke backfired as my boss stumbled to his feet and made a mad dash for his private bathroom. Deciding to give him some alo