I landed at Heathrow Airport and waited for Kyle to pick me up. A few key members of my team had already landed a week earlier, and they helped set up our office in Canary Wharf. I was given a list of people to meet and piles of paperwork to run through.Trying not to think of work, I looked around. London was the same gloomy and gray city I remembered—the rain, the wind, the cold—and I loved it so.Back when I was at Cambridge, I got on a train to London every other weekend. The city had its own magic with all the wonderful place I loved. Oh, how I missed the museums, parks, clubs, pubs, and malls. And the activities and parties I attended were memorable. Or arguably unmemorable since I lost half of the memories from drinking way too much. Typical college kid.It didn’t take me long until I spotted Kyle walking toward me. Wearing a black turtleneck and a long gray coat, his wavy brown hair, poetic brown eyes, and confident strides caught the e
I couldn’t reach Sophia all day today. In fact, I found it difficult to talk to her all week. She only had 5-10 minutes of quick phone calls for me every other day. Quite possibly, the new investors demanded all her time and attention. I logged on to view our shared calendar, and my suspicion was correct. Poor Sophia’s schedule was full; her first meeting started at 7 AM, and some work was scheduled until midnight. Sophia scheduled everything down, even her 15 minutes nap. All I could do was texting her words of encouragement and send her gifts. I kept my phone in my black purse as I reckon my ride had arrived. Kyle came to pick me up again, and we were going to Cynthia’s house party. The dress code is business casual, so I left with the clothes I wore to work—a teal woman-tailored trouser suit and white cotton shirt. Kyle complimented
Palo Alto, USAI had always thought of myself as a monogamist, one of those people with a delicate sensibility receptive to their partner’s feelings and held high considerable unbreakable honor.Sienna had been gone for almost a week now. And loneliness was a devil of pain.Every minute of my life was meticulously planned. An addiction to productivity was a real disorder I proudly had. But succumbing to a routine is better than total free time without anything to do of value.That funding the investors had given us came with strings. Sienna helped with some of those, but the burden fell hard on my shoulders. I was elated by the opportunities but devastated by the workload. It might take a few months to get used to the pace after all.I was eager to forget it all for a few minutes a day over drinks at the office. But then I received a text. I responded. As I had done in the past few weeks, I responded.I didn
“Are you unwell?” A deep baritone voice asked with concern. I must look miserable, but what should a girl with a broken heart look like? “I just need to get out of here.” I managed to say those words after a great deal of trepidation. I didn’t want to see anyone, let alone Cameron, at this stage of distress. There was ice in my vein I couldn’t get rid of, and it froze my heart. Cameron looked long at me before replying decisively. “Let me go with you.” I took in a deep breath, and with a slight movement of my head in agreement, Cameron grabbed his coat and held my hand. We started walking along the concrete street onto Hyde Park. Lamp-lit the vast green space of trees and ponds, the
Well, that was unexpected. Accepting an invitation to dinner with Cameron was unexpected. And so, this question that came after dinner was unexpected.“Do you want to go clubbing with me after?”“On a Sunday night? You don’t want to be fresh and ready for work on Monday morning?” I asked with a tint of laughter in my voice. After two hours of getting to know each other again, I knew he wanted to get away from work and his responsibilities. He seemed to be doing well. Other than that, he confessed his worries about Ernie, his younger brother, that he was burning his life saving with gambling and alcohol. But since Ernie still functioned well at work, his parents just let him be.“Well, I just want to spend more time with you.” His cheeks were red from the wine. We both had way too much wine tonight. And I agreed that the need to dance came naturally.We strode along the street at night,
I didn’t imagine going to bed with a man to be a déjà vu, but when that man was the same one I went to bed with times and again for years, I suppose a déjà vu was rather expected. We rushed into a cab and arrived at Cameron’s place. I felt a sense of excitement as he quickly unzipped my dress as soon as we entered the door. The front door barely closed when my dress swiftly fell to the ground. I smiled triumphantly in my black underwear as I lit a cigarette. I observed as Cameron’s eyes turned dangerously carnal. He stared at me like a caged lion waiting to be set free. His right hand reached for his shirt buttons and unbuttoned them one by one until he was chest bare. Seeing his skin and unrestrained muscles in the dimly lit corridor stirred up a strange emotion in my stomach, the need to be fulfille
We had arrived at the Ascot Racecourse a couple of minutes earlier. Still in the car, Kyle was waiting for me to apply more makeup and put on my fascinator; it was a pale pink part-flower part-feather headwear that I adored and was excited to wear for this occasion. “This is not too much, is it?” I asked Kyle as I dabbled a bit of red tint on my lips, giving them a bit more lush. “I believe you look beautiful.” His compliment made me grin, and I kept my makeup in its place. I bet he was relieved I was finally satisfied with how I looked and that we could still make it in time for the race. I looked at Kyle and gestured that we should go.Kyle was handsome in his slim gray morning suit, waistcoat, tie, and all the elegance one could see in a man. “Don’t forget your top hat.&r
I had to see Sienna this evening. The thought filled me with joy. Finally, she was back in London. She was back to me. It had been years, and the idea of seeing her again filled me with joy. I could barely keep my cool, but I did hide it well—at least I thought I did. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. Sienna was gorgeous on that Friday night party at Cynthia’s and more so at our dinner, and even more stunning still when she huskily said my name as we made love—if I could call it that. I wanted to believe it was more than just rough mating as a result of too much alcohol. I wanted to believe that it was more than simply that—for her. Because for me, our time together meant so much. I hoped she could give me another chance. We ended our relationship years ago because of distance, and if she chose to stay in Britain, we might probably still be together. I could be the one that made her happy. And since she was back, I could ask her for