Andre’s POV I couldn’t bring myself to bear the crushing weight of my mother’s selfishness and coldness when it came to business matters; it could even otherwise be described as evilness. The meeting had been lengthy, well into the night, and I had just retired at the mansion, trying Kathy’s line but having refused to pick up. I was asleep before I hit the bed, all my strength drained from me due to the long drive from the Trenches to this place. After some hours, I heard a gentle knock on the door and the knob turning. Only Hermione and Freda had the audacity to turn the knob in my room without regard for my privacy. I knew Hermione was probably cuddled up in the drunken arms of Ryan, and if there was one thing Freda hated so much, it was interrupting her sleep. I settled for Hermione, scrambling out of bed and cursing under my breath. I am surely going to bang her head on the wall if she comes here asking for the key to the wine cellar or something meaningless. She knocked aga
Andre’s POV Just when I decided to escape from reality and clear my head with the scotch in my hand, Lana decided to show up on TV. She didn’t just show up alone; she showed up with my archenemy, my rival, my competitor, and my opponent. I clenched my fist harder and held the glass tightly, almost cracking it under the pressure. The way she smiled at him from across the screen could only be attributed to one thing: she was already in love with him. His voice sounded static from the speakers of the electronic setup. “Thank you for having us, Millie.” Hermione looked at me, noticing the rapid change in my mood, and she tried to console me, not knowing the best way to go about it. “I’m sorry about what happened between you and Lana and the part I had to play in it.” She apologised. “I’m not offended. She’s the one offended.” I told her, pointing to Lana on the screen. “She’s the one you should apologise to.” Her face still looked beautiful, just like the first day I met her; it j
It seemed like he was solving a problem when he had married Lana, compounding it when he had sent her packing, all in a desperate bid to always fulfil his mother’s wish. He regretted accepting the post in the first place.Kathy stirred in bed, her soft white skin brushing against his rough skin. He had come home and apologised, and they had made love with one another in the tenderest way he had ever experienced from her.The sex from last night—every bit of it—and he relived it all. The electric shock rippling through his skin every time she touched him, the otherworldly feeling he had any time their lips connected in a kiss, the jolt he felt in every thrust, how he felt on top of the world as he approached orgasm.He looked at his lover, his heart leaping for joy, merely looking for joy. The sun was already up and shining brightly. He pulled out from her grip, gentle enough not to awaken her from her deep sleep; she was too sad, and when they made love, she gave her all. He wondered
Andre’s POV This is the bravest and most devilish setup I’ve seen my mother accomplish. It was the shock of a lifetime to me, and I tried to wrap my head around it. Not that my mother hated Kathy, but she was just ready to do anything for the company, even if it was at the detriment of her children or if it took something from their lives; all she wanted to see was the stock number rise. He looked once again at the innocent Kathy, asleep on the bed, as he buttoned his shirt and picked up his coat from the hanger. He couldn't help but pity the girl and how he had gotten her tangled in his family troubles as they quested for the number one position. He slung the coat over the shoulder, picked up the briefcase, which was obviously a mock, and went over to the bed, giving his queen a peck on the face. She stirred, flashing him a lazy smile. “I have a business meeting to attend.” “You’re going to a business meeting by this time of the day.” She stared at the clock lazily. “It’s past
It was the most adrenaline-charged moment he had had in his life in a very long time. He was sure he didn’t even feel adrenaline coursing through him with so much energy when he met Kathy. Lin was the woman every man wanted—a perfect silhouette with a bag of brains. On top of that, every company in the region wanted to merge with her father's, and Freda somehow managed to pull it off. He remembered when she had once confessed in a public television interview that she had a crush on him; he had disregarded it as a mere joke that time. Now, here they were, a few metres apart from each other, except for the table in between them. Thirty minutes and a little too much alcohol later, and they were already laughing wildly, catching up as if they knew each other before. He knew all he had to do was get close enough to be her friend, then closer to being inducted into her inner circle. It was going to be an easy task compared to how they had fared in the last hour. Andre looked around an
Kathy had settled back in the room, expecting the milkshake that Andre had promised her, her mouth already watering at the mere thought of it. She sat in the sitting room and told all the workers to retire to bed for the day. The workers informed her that it wasn’t their closing time, but she insisted, suddenly feeling drowsy.She sat on the couch, legs curled up on the chair, while she scanned the sitting room for the remote control. Her eyes caught it, and she reached up for it, pressing the power button on it.The television responded, and it came to life, displaying a bold, brilliant logo of the television maker against a black backdrop before fading off and displaying the previous channel that was on. She started to rack her brain for the movies she had seen in trailers.She decided to scroll through social media instead, her brain registering the models and the builds of the next bag she wants to buy. An incoming message notification from a hidden contact popped up on her phone,
Her head was pounding heavily, threatening to burst through her skull and spill its contents on the floor. Kathy struggled to maintain her sanity and dragged herself upstairs to pack whatever stuff she had left. She had checked the airline’s software to know there weren’t any available flights at that time of the night. The only available flight was scheduled for seven in the morning, and she muttered her appreciation to the Almighty. She thought about how much of a scumman you really are. Men are scum who poison anything they touch. No, men are a lot worse than scum. They are vermin that scours the face of the earth. She thought aloud. Suddenly, the surrounding environment seemed to blur, and the staircase suddenly felt like it was upside down, suspended from a hanging part of space and time. She held the railing of the winding staircase, relying heavily on it for support as the room continued to spin faster and faster in her head. Her eyes were heavy due to hours of crying, and
The alarm clock chimed the hour of seven. Kathy checked her flight appointment, and a pout formed on her mouth, a frown drawing crooked lines on her forehead. She packed all of her things together, making sure she didn’t leave anything behind. She somehow thanked her stars that they had not gotten married; it would have made things harder for her. She called in one of the workers, one of the few she trusted. “Helen, help me wheel this thing downstairs.” She looked surprised and asked politely. “Ma’am, where are you going?” “Where does it seem to be? I’m going back to my parent’s house. I’m done with your boss.” The look of bewilderment appeared on her face, but she lifted the bag without further questioning, struggling with the weight of the heavy load as she pulled down the stairs. The looks of suspicion on the faces of the workers were confirmed by Kathy carrying her small bag with her. They got outside the house and into the compound, and the maid took the baggage towards t