Santiago Roman. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Since I was doing grocery shopping probably thrice out of a hundred times, I knew where to get a trolley as soon as I walked into the 'spicy and Everything in between' grocery store I'd noticed across the street as I drove aimlessly, searching for a
" Isn't that Larry Kensington? " One of the women close by whispered to another standing beside her. They all looked at him in a way that gave me the hint instantly that he was some important person. An important person I didn't know a thing about. Typical me. One of the women from the other sec
his invitations down. He was a friend and more so one of the few people I kept close to me. I'd asked Carlos to accompany me and as my black SUV pulled up in front of the hotel where the party was taking place, I felt like I anticipated getting in there just to avoid entertaining this thought tha
. . . . . . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington. . . . . . . I sat in my office room, peering at the invite on my phone. I kept pondering over and over the name written in the middle of the letter. SANTIAGO ROMAN. In a few days I'd be leaving the state to Las Vegas for his business party. Togethe
And now, it's taking a huge toll on me. Maybe this still has something to do with all the drinks I'd consumed in my system a few days ago. I'm not a drinker and I would never let Laurene push me into doing that again. To think I even puked on some strange man without even remembering his face sti
. . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington. . . . . . . " What the f*ck were you thinking man? " Carlos scolded me as we entered my office room. " I thought the plan was to talk to her " " I know, I messed up okay? " I replied as I dragged my tie from choking me any further than I already am. I can
Amila and I returned home a little after 10p.m and went straight to bed. As I laid close up behind Amila on the bed, I couldn't help replaying everything that happened earlier today in my head. I could picture him, the way he looked at me, the way he smiled at me, the way every word left his mouth.
. . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . . I didn't want any trouble but the moment I turned around and saw that rich man and nearly pumped into him, I knew I had a bag full of troubles coming at me. Doesn't he ever get enough? I quickly picked myself up from him, embarrassed from the amount of
I squirmed, realizing I slept off when he went out. I had planned to have sex with him when he suggested we should sleep together. I grumbled. I chuckled, remembering when he said I smelled. I thought he meant a bad smell. I had to spray my perfume all over my room. I shouldn't have pretended to s
"What! Who released him?", I asked, furious "I had no idea" "Damn it, I promised Tiffany, Marcus won't be released", I clenched my fist in anger. "What's your plan, Larry?" "I know who released Marcus. I will not accept this from that old man" "Oh, it was your father that released him, so
I thanked her and left the mansion. I hope today's family event won't be as disastrous as last year. I got to the event, jogged down from my car, and entered the hall. Everyone's eyes were on me, I spotted Mr. Kensington chatting with Marcus's father. Mr. Kensington sighted me and waved his hands
I staggered as I heard those words, my heart thudded against my ribcage, feeling nauseous and scared, I breathed out and asked Carlos where Mr. Larry was. Carlos described the place, I stood up quickly, called little Larry's driver, and hopped into the car. My hands were shaky, little Larry looke
Katrina led us to the SUV prepared for her arrival. We hopped into it and we were driven to a hotel, the hotel sight was magnificent. I gasped as I stepped out of the SUV, loving the view of the hotel. "Wow," little Larry mouthed as we stepped inside the hotel. I was given a room to stay with lit
She went to the company's parking lot, and I overheard their conversation. "Chloe, I hired you so you can get what I want, but you are passing your boundary. I want you to get your hands on that document before Larry finds out about you" I wondered which document they wanted to take from me. I p
"Hmm, yummy", he moaned. "This is delicious Tiffany, thank you for the meal" little Larry bowed his head in courtesy. "Who taught you this recipe?" "It was James" Mr Larry paused and continued eating. Little Larry asked me who James was. "He is a colleague. I told him to teach me, so I wou
.…..Tiffany Lawrence…… I gulped hard, my palms sweaty, remembering the incident that happened. I rushed to Larry, "Larry, please let's leave this place, I don't feel comfortable", I said, inhaling and exhaling in rhythm. He cupped my face, "Tiffany what's wrong? You don't look well" "I…I saw M
"Amila," little Larry squirmed happily, giving Amila a hug. "How are you doing? I missed you little Larry. But go ahead and eat your breakfast, I will be with you in a minute. Little Larry nodded in response. She greeted Mr. Larry and went to her room. Meanwhile, I served the meals and waited f