ROCHELLE
Take my shirt off!
“Rochelle, come on,” Adrien said, his voice calm. “We can tell something is bothering you.”
“Yeah, you don’t need to shut us out,” Aries added, standing to follow me. “Did something happen at work? You look like you just came back from war.”
“Just drop it, okay?” I shot back, my patience wearing thin. “I don’t want to talk about it!”
“Rochelle,” Adrien pressed, his voice urging me to calm down. “Please. You’re scaring us. Whatever it is, just share. We’re here for you.”
But the tangled rage inside me burst forth. “You don’t get it! What do you know? You don’t have
ROCHELLE Not what I planned for!The morning light filtered softly through my bedroom window as I tossed and turned, grasping for a sense of calm. The events of the previous day still weighed heavily on my heart—the confrontation with Amber, the accusations, and all the feelings that swirled around.As I finally rolled out of bed, I glanced at the clock. I was running late. I hurriedly took my bath, slipped into my work clothes—a fitted blouse and tailored skirt that made me feel both professional and confident. The fabric hugged me just right, offering a false sense of security in a day filled with uncertainty.When I stepped out of my room, I found Adrien and Aries sitting together at the dining table, their faces lighting up with surprise.“Whoa, look who decided to join the world,” Aries said, raising an eyebrow. “Where are you headed looking all polished?”“Like she has the world right in her palms,” Adrien teasingly added.“I’m going to work,” I replied, my tone sli
ROCHELLE I guess it's my fault!“What's your emergency?,” I heard the operator's voice.“Please, help! My boss, he’s—he’s unconscious!” I spoke frantically into the phone, trying to keep my voice steady. Every second felt like an eternity.“Is he breathing?” the operator asked.“I…I don’t know!” I cried out, looking back at Ben. He was so pale, his face devoid of color. “I need an ambulance! Please hurry!”Once I hung up, I turned back to Ben, knelt beside him, and pressed my fingers to his neck, desperately searching for a pulse. My heart raced as I felt the faint thumping beneath his skin. He was alive!My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew I had to stay calm. I glanced around the office, praying for someone to come and help. My mind raced in a whirlwind of fear and helplessness.Within minutes, paramedics arrived, rushing into the office with their equipment. “What’s going on? Who called?” one of them barked, taking charge of the si
ROCHELLE Love or no love?Even if I wasn't going to have Ben, I was not going to let him have the wrong person. That thought consumed me as I sat behind my sleek oak desk in my office, the sunlight shining through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the carefully arranged papers and chic decor. My thoughts drifted to the chaos of my feelings – Ben, my boss and now a complicated knot of emotions; Amber, the woman who has become the source of our strife.Just then, the door to my office creaked open. I looked up and saw Amber stride in, wearing a pristine white blouse and a pencil skirt that clung to her in all the right places. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, the practical choice seeming at odds with her usual style of loose waves cascading down her shoulders. She looked entirely different from the fiery woman who had stormed out of my office just two days ago. Gone was the temperamental mix of jealousy and anger; in its place
ROCHELLE Letting the cats out!Amber hesitated, her composure crumbling ever so slightly under the weight of my scrutiny. “I… I don’t love him,” she finally confessed, the confession spilling from her lips as if she were relinquishing a deeply kept secret.“Why?,” I asked, even more curious.“He’s not my kind of man. I actually…” She paused, searching my face, weighing risk versus reward.“Spit it out, Amber,” I insisted, irritation veiling my curiosity.“I love his brother, Justin,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “He makes me happy. Satisfies me in bed. Just the thought of him makes me horny. I'm willing to share him with you so you understand what I'm…”“Stop! Just stop!,” I held up my hand, unwilling to hear the end of it.The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I forced myself to maintain my composure, refusing to give her any reaction that could betray the shock rolling through me. “What? You’ve got to be kidding me,”
ROCHELLE Ben was….The moment Ben stepped into my office, I felt the air shift. Tall and with an air of confidence that seemed to surround him, there he was—the man who had momentarily made me think there could be a spark between us. But right now, he wore a puzzled expression, dark eyes narrowing as he quickly assessed the situation. “Rochelle, you sounded like the office was on fire. Is everything alright?”“Well, maybe it is,” I said to him.“What is it about Amber you wanted to tell me so badly?,” he asked.
ROCHELLE He couldn't even insist!I stared blankly at the computer screen in front of me, the fluorescence of the office lights buzzing overhead. It was a Wednesday—dreaded Hump Day—when the week feels like a slow crawl with the weekend so tantalizingly close yet still out of reach. I had settled into my routine as Ben Rothwell’s personal assistant long ago, yet today felt different. The sense of foreboding, the buzzing tension in the air, was hard to ignore.In my peripheral vision, I saw the door to my office swing open, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Ben, and he looked stunning as ever in his tailored navy suit, his usually neatly styled hair slightly tousled. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, a thousand unspoken words hanging in the air. I turned slowly, bracing myself for whatever revelation he was about to make.“Rochelle.” His voice was firm yet laced with a faint tremor. I didn’t respond right away, focusing instead on the way his eyes flickered with un
ROCHELLE Make me feel it!As the minutes trickled by, my frustration deepened into full-blown irritation. I was being ridiculous, and sitting and waiting left me trapped in my thoughts. What did it matter that Ben was a billionaire or that I worked for him? It should have been easy to distance myself, especially after everything that had gone down.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my phone pinged, breaking my cycle of frustration. It was Adrien, apologizing for not picking up earlier. He had been at dinner with his colleagues. He promised he was on his way but could be delayed.“Of course,” I muttered bitterly to myself, a sharp sting of disappointment evident in my tone. I dropped my phone into my lap and leaned my head back against the seat. I had half a mind to text him back with how I felt but stopped myself. What was the point?He texted again, telling me that he was held up in traffic, and wouldn't make it to my office. “Could you please take a cab?,”
Nothing to prove!The following days blurred together in a haze of hectic office hours, back-to-back meetings, and an unending stream of emails. But amidst the chaos, I found myself reflecting on the surprise that had been my life over the past few weeks. It was almost ridiculous how unpredictable it had become.Ben had asked that I move into his office. First, he said that as his personal assistant, I needed to be closer to him, adding that he considered it a big task calling me everytime he needed me to get something done for him. Secondly, he said he wanted to make sure I was not distracted by other things.“Besides, my office is big enough for two grown ups,” he added casually.I could only sense jealousy in his voice. I guess he believed my lie: that I was in a relationship.He was ever-present, his energy pulsating through every corner of the office. It seemed like each time I glanced up from my desk, he was there, lurking in the proximity that was painfully tantal
DELIGHT Out of sight!I stared at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day, my patience thinning with each passing second. Aries and Adrien had promised to call as soon as the arms for Edgar were ready. It wasn’t just any arms deal—this was for Edgar, the ruthless Mafia lord of the Red Sect, and he was breathing down my neck with threats that didn’t feel empty.I couldn’t understand it. Aries and Adrien were never this careless, especially not with Edgar involved. They had assured me they’d handle everything, and all I needed to do was show up and pick up the supplies. But here I was, waiting like a fool, trying to calm my nerves.The silence was maddening. I tapped my phone, pulling up Aries’ number first. It rang and rang, but he didn’t pick up. Next, Adrien. Same result. I left a voicemail, trying to keep my tone even though I was fuming inside.“Aries, Adrien, it’s Delight. Where the hell are you guys? Edgar’s losing his patience, and so am I. If
ADRIEN The only way out!I felt a knot in my stomach as the cops carefully searched through our things. I could practically feel the tension in the air, like this whole encounter was a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off.After what felt like hours—although it was likely just a few minutes—the officers stepped back into the living room, empty-handed but not defeated. “We know you two have your hands dirty,” the lead officer said, fixing us both with a steely gaze. “You’re not as smart as you think you are. We will be keeping our eyes on you.”Aries scoffed. “You can’t prove anything against us. You’ve got nothing. We’re innocent. You found nothing on us, remember.”“You can play that game all you want,” the officer replied coldly. “But mark my words, we won’t be far behind you.”“Hope you keep up with the pace of the game,” Aries smiled.“We shall see about that,” he replied.With that, they turned and left, the door clicking shut behind them. The moment we were al
ADRIEN A City on FireThe tension in the city was thick enough to cut with a knife. I could feel it in the air every time I stepped outside. The streets that had once buzzed with life were now filled with an ominous silence, interrupted only by the distant sounds of sirens and gunfire. Each day brought new reports of gang wars escalating, innocent lives caught in the crossfire. My heart sank further with each headline I read or news bulletin I heard. This was no longer a city; it had become a battleground.Sitting in our living room that afternoon, I glanced over at Aries, who was scrolling through a news article on his phone. His face was set in a frown, evidence of the weight pressing down on his shoulders. Both of us had seen what this life did to the people of this city, yet here we were, playing our part in it. “Look at this, Adrien,” Aries said, his voice gruff. “Another shooting last night. A seven year old girl. Just like that, her li
ROCHELLEI broke the ice!The rhythmic sound of my heart thumped loudly in my ears as I lay in bed. I couldn’t shake the burning memory of dinner with Prince Herold from last night. The disdain he had for women echoed in my mind like a haunting song. How could someone so powerful be so disgustingly ignorant?Just as I settled deeper into my thoughts, a heavy bang jolted me awake.“Open the fucki
ROCHELLE Racist!As Dos Santos led me back toward the car, I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. I had finally seen them again, and now I had to leave? Why was everything so complicated?The ride back to the mansion felt like a blur. I sat in silence, mulling over the events of the day. Deep down, I wished things were different, that I could just walk up to Aries and Adrien and tell them I was alive, that I was okay. Once we returned home, the maids were already waiting for me, dressed in their crisp uniforms, ready to prepare me for dinner. I had little choice in the matter; I could feel their urgency as they moved me to a lavish room filled with expensive beauty products.“Please, who is this boss?” I asked one of the maids while they applied makeup, but she remained silent as always, only smiling at me. It frustrated me to hell, honestly.“Is he important? What does he look like?” I couldn’t help but press. Again, I was met with silence and mo
ROCHELLEI saw them… Aries and Adrien!I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the large window of my room. The sun streamed in, painting the walls golden. For a moment, I forgot where I was. My memories raced back, grabbing hold of me like a vise. I was no longer in my own home, but rather a mansion I didn’t recognize, hidden away in Tijuana, Mexico.Every morning was the same. I would stretch, taking in the lavish surroundings that felt eerily like a dream. I looked around a
ADRIEN More questions than answers!We moved from clinic to clinic, asking questions, scanning records, but still no sign of Rochelle. Frustration began sinking in, gnawing at the edges of our hopes. At one hospital, we were met with the same disheartening response—they had no record of her. I could feel the spark of hope dimming, giving way to doubt. “What if the sheriff was right?” I asked Aries, dread pooling in my stomach. “What if she really is gone? What if it was another person's autopsy result that was mistaken for Rochelle's?”A lot of what ifs.“No!” he snapped, determination coursing through him. “I refuse to believe that. Rochelle is strong. She wouldn’t just disappear into thin air without leaving us a clue as to what happened. Come on, don't tell me you've given up”“I don't know what to say,” I admitted.“Then let's talk less and act more,” he said. “We have a long way to go before we can call it quits,” he added.There was nothing to admire about his faith… bli
ADRIEN Searching for the dead!I could barely contain my excitement as I sat in the car next to Aries. It felt surreal that we were driving to the sheriff's office, finally about to confront the circumstances surrounding Rochelle. The thought that she might still be alive was like a burning flame in my chest. We hadn’t spoken much since we got the news, but every glance I tossed at Aries echoed the same sentiment. Hope.“Can you believe it?” I said, breaking the silence that clung heavily between us. “Rochelle might actually be out there!”Aries turned to me, his expression a mixture of disbelief and excitement. “I can’t. I always thought... I thought we’d lost her for good. After everything.”I nodded, feeling my pulse quickening as we pulled into the small parking lot of the sheriff’s office. “Let’s find out how far they’ve gone in trying to find her. We need to know, dammit.”We entered the building, and instantly I felt the change in atmosphere. The walls carried a weight
DELIGHT Covering my tracks!The world stood still when I heard the news. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The autopsy showed that Rochelle was not the woman buried.What? How?My nails dug into the soft leather of the armchair as the information sank in. It couldn’t be. I had made sure of it. Rochelle was supposed to be dead, lying six feet under, with no way of ever coming back to haunt me. But now, the news confirmed what I feared the most. I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles turned white.“Are you okay, Delight?” Adrien’s voice cut through my racing thoughts.I quickly schooled my expression, offering him a weak smile. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”But they weren’t looking at me. Aries and Adrien were completely engrossed in the news report on the TV. For the first time in several weeks, I saw the fire in their eyes, the spark that Rochelle’s supposed death had dimmed. And it made my blood boil.“Did you hear that?” Aries said,