Today, I was feeling like being miss beauty. So, I settled on white tennis skirt with white leggins, knee-length brown blazer with a brown shirt inside and brown heel boots. My hair was in an updo with two separate strands let loose in the front. For an extra dose of confidence, I had a red lipstick on."Someone looks prettier today." The receptionist complimented once I walked into the building."Thank you, you look pretty too. I see you checked out the lipstick brand I recommended.""Yep, and you were right, it looks good on me.""You are welcome darling, enjoy your day." I cat walked to the private elevator.Which look seems better?Walking into the office with just my bag hanging on my arm or,Walking into the office with my bag hanging on my arm but with two cups of coffee?I like the latter because it sounds aesthetical, and what better way to start the morning than romanticizing my life?My first stop was at the kitchen and the second was the office."Good morn-" my mouth hange
It's finally here. The day I have been dreaming of for numerous reasons but with one sticking out, I can finally make my move.After abandoning my work clothes and taking a shower, I slipped in my red dress with a slit that went above my knees. My boobs were not sticking out too much but they were there, cheering me on. I settled on a red lipstick, and black heels."You got this." I told myself in the mirror as I did a second turn-around.With Rebecca gone, I had no one to compliment my beautiful self except me. And I do know how to dish up compliments."Okay, time to go," I said, once I saw the time on my phone- half past seven- and I'm supposed to meet Delroy at eight.*Ari Abdul - Babydoll*_Oh, father, forgive meFor all my sinsWhen I meet your eyesThe Devil, he winsBlinded by your lies_"Hello?" I pressed the phone on my ear so as to have some free hands to lock the door. "Hi Miss Hunter, I hope I'm not disturbing you." "You are not, I am actually leaving my apartment." "Ar
-His favorite movie is 'Me Before You' -He is the only child of his parents-His grandmother is one cheeky but funny lady-He has a cat but it's at home with his mother-Yes, he has never had sex in his life(it was quite an awkward way of knowing that) - And, he is a fan of Anime, not surprised honestly. The dude's home office is plastered with Anime posters he showed me from his phone, I would have preferred to see it in person, maybe while wearing his shirt. But instead, I'm in a restaurant with him, constipating myself with the food! *Sigh*There is no way I'm going home with him or getting him into my bed with the way I'm just stuffing the spaghetti into my mouth. "What is your favorite song?" Delroy asks, placing the glass of orange juice on his lips, his eyes unmoving from me. And maybe that is what attracts me to him besides his looks, the way he pays attention. No matter how insignificant the question might be, he would stop whatever he is doing to hear an answer from me
Life is a beautiful long rollercoaster. You can either;a)be the controllerb) be the passenger or c) the standby. Standbys are not necessarily my favourite bunch of people because they always have things pass them by. They are afraid to ride the rollercoaster and where is the fun in that? No where. The worst part is that they are most likely to complain but not take charge.Then there are the passengers. They are not bad, the only problem is that they let life control them instead of doing the controlling. If they have a new route and it does not align with that of the rollercoaster, they give up on their route. No fighting chance, no complains, nothing. However, they do get the thrill and excitement just not my kind.Now, there is one left; the controller. And that ladies and gentlemen is me, Candice Hunter, the controller of my own life. If there is no other way, I make it. I do not live up to societal boundaries and expectations, I live up to those I created. I break a lot of rul
“Where is Charlie?” I directed the question to my mom as we took our seats at one of our favourites restaurants to go to every time she is in town. It holds most memories, out of the few, of the both of us happy. I fear however, today is going to be an exception.“Oh honey, he had somethings to do and could not come.” Mother scanned the menu, not bothering to scold me for calling her husband, aka my father, by his first name.The worst ones are always the one with the name Charlie.“You mean he is out with one of his numerous ladies at a gambling pub?” “Candice!” Her fist connected with the table, while her eyes swelled with tears, “your father is not cheating. He is a very loyal husband and a good father! He wouldn’t miss today because of something unimportant.”“Mom, we both know how much of a lie that is.” I leaned back into my chair, “but since you want him to continue making a fool out of you, be my guest. Did he at least pay the debtor that broke into the house?”She shakes her
Spinning head, nausea and headache are the aftermaths of alcohol. While the inability to walk is the aftermath of good sex. When Tom and I both fell on the bed, catching our breaths, I gave myself one to two hours of sleep before waking up and walked the walk of shame. But my feet led me to the kitchen instead of the door. I remembered him telling me that he started labelling his stuff cause his roommates would confuse their stuff and he will be left to buy them again. So, when I opened the cabinets and saw two beautiful bottles of wine staring at me like art written *Tom’s property,* I knew I hit a jackpot. At three am, I was in a taxi with a big smile on my face and two treasures in my hands. As soon as I got home, I ironed my clothes and prepared everything necessary for today. Then took a nap that didn’t last long because four hours later, here I am standing in front of the company I’ve always dreamed of working for.I got this.“Ms Hunter, it’s nice to see you again. On permanen
"So, those are numbers are my I*******m password and home security number. Again-""Don't share with anyone or write them down. Got it." I said tired, eyes an inch away from closing."You're tired." He pointed out the obvious, thank you sir. At this point, his attractiveness is not making me swoon over him."I have been learning addresses, phone numbers, passwords and security codes since morning and it's," I looked at my watch, "seven pm. I am tired but I can still do this.""You really are motivated, I like that. How about we end here, there are somethings we still need to cover but that can wait.""Thank you do much!" I exclaimed in relief, I had only a small amount of push left to do all of this."Great then. Do you have transportation to get home?""Yeah, I'll be requesting an Uber.""Do you find it safe?" His eyes moved from the laptop to me, whose bag is already laying comfortably on the shoulder and my heels are in my hands with my flat shoes housing my feet."Not entirely but
*Ari Abdul - Babydoll*_Oh, father, forgive meFor all my sinsWhen I meet your eyesThe Devil, he winsBlinded by your lies_"Shu... shutta uppp!" I mumbled to the annoying noise disturbing my slumber._But I play pretend(Play pretend)Call me babydollCome break down these walls Don’t leave me alone_My arm stretched out for my phone on the counter next to my bedside, and once I made contact with the object, my fingers continuously pressed it till the noise silenced."Much better." I turned onto my right side, eyes not opening by any mistake.One thing about sleeping is that it can be a great escape from the real world where your decisions might be limited and get thrown to a world where your imagination shapes everything. If one has the ability to shape their dreams and "control" them, like me, then that should make sense as to why sleeping is just astounding.And with a stressful day I had yesterday, it is only fair that I continue to dwell in my precious, precious slumber. At le
-His favorite movie is 'Me Before You' -He is the only child of his parents-His grandmother is one cheeky but funny lady-He has a cat but it's at home with his mother-Yes, he has never had sex in his life(it was quite an awkward way of knowing that) - And, he is a fan of Anime, not surprised honestly. The dude's home office is plastered with Anime posters he showed me from his phone, I would have preferred to see it in person, maybe while wearing his shirt. But instead, I'm in a restaurant with him, constipating myself with the food! *Sigh*There is no way I'm going home with him or getting him into my bed with the way I'm just stuffing the spaghetti into my mouth. "What is your favorite song?" Delroy asks, placing the glass of orange juice on his lips, his eyes unmoving from me. And maybe that is what attracts me to him besides his looks, the way he pays attention. No matter how insignificant the question might be, he would stop whatever he is doing to hear an answer from me
It's finally here. The day I have been dreaming of for numerous reasons but with one sticking out, I can finally make my move.After abandoning my work clothes and taking a shower, I slipped in my red dress with a slit that went above my knees. My boobs were not sticking out too much but they were there, cheering me on. I settled on a red lipstick, and black heels."You got this." I told myself in the mirror as I did a second turn-around.With Rebecca gone, I had no one to compliment my beautiful self except me. And I do know how to dish up compliments."Okay, time to go," I said, once I saw the time on my phone- half past seven- and I'm supposed to meet Delroy at eight.*Ari Abdul - Babydoll*_Oh, father, forgive meFor all my sinsWhen I meet your eyesThe Devil, he winsBlinded by your lies_"Hello?" I pressed the phone on my ear so as to have some free hands to lock the door. "Hi Miss Hunter, I hope I'm not disturbing you." "You are not, I am actually leaving my apartment." "Ar
Today, I was feeling like being miss beauty. So, I settled on white tennis skirt with white leggins, knee-length brown blazer with a brown shirt inside and brown heel boots. My hair was in an updo with two separate strands let loose in the front. For an extra dose of confidence, I had a red lipstick on."Someone looks prettier today." The receptionist complimented once I walked into the building."Thank you, you look pretty too. I see you checked out the lipstick brand I recommended.""Yep, and you were right, it looks good on me.""You are welcome darling, enjoy your day." I cat walked to the private elevator.Which look seems better?Walking into the office with just my bag hanging on my arm or,Walking into the office with my bag hanging on my arm but with two cups of coffee?I like the latter because it sounds aesthetical, and what better way to start the morning than romanticizing my life?My first stop was at the kitchen and the second was the office."Good morn-" my mouth hange
RegretA new friend of mine that occupied my chest as I buttoned up my shirt, facing away from Gary. It is my first time feeling regret in a case where I was not let down after a quickie.It feels as though my stomach is turning itself inside-out and I am about to throw up."Hey," Gary said, his hand reaching to touch my shoulder but I quickly stood from his table avoiding it, "did I do something wrong?"Without looking at him, I answered, "no. I... We should not have done that." I put my heels on, then let my hair down to hide the hickeys on my neck. "Are you saying this was a mistake? What is going on Candice?" His voice continued to break with each question asked."Yes-" I finally turned to face him- "it was a mistake. and what is going on is that a moment of weakness does not mean you and I have anything going on. Forget about today and remember what I said yesterday. Goodbye Gary." I grabbed my bag from the table, and walked out while blocking whatever he was saying.My head wa
I have them all under control. I am not going to allow what I birthed control me. I refuse! In case anyone is wondering, I am referring to my emotions.In my effort to get closer to Delroy, I might have started feeling some type of way. And I foolishly let that show. It is absolutely okay to show interest in a man you are pursuing, it makes them feel valued and appreciated which makes things easier, but do not be a fool and show your raw interest. The more you show it, the more you emotions spiral out of control and you end up blushing and giggling like a teenager. Ew and not cool."Are you alright?" Delroy asked as we walked to our office, silence looming over us.Silence seems to be a tradition between him and I now. "I'm fine." I continued facing straight ahead."If you say so but you were awfully quite in the car.""I was gathering my thoughts Mr Zwide." I opened the office door and headed straight to my desk.I need to gather my balance once again. But how do I approach without
"So, this is where you bought the food you gave me yesterday?" I handed the menu to the waiter."Yep, one of my favorite places on earth. The owner sometimes gives me cooking lessons." Delroy did a unique handshake with the waiter before handing him the menu."Enjoy your date." The waiter said berore walking away, and leaving a flustered Delroy."He... He knows it's not a date." He fixed his tie, still looking down."Right. Then when will you be taking me on one?" I leaned over the table, making the man opposite me even more flustered."Ah... Wh-what?""I am kidding." I chuckled, leaning back to my seat, "what is it you wanted to talk about?""Right! That, uhm I was thinking of having some sorts of field days with each department in the company, just to relax and bond. There are five, right?""Yep, five departments. So, are we going to do it once with everyone there or what? Because there are a lot of employees Mr Zwide.""Exactly why I needed to talk to you. I was actually thinking o
"Ms Hunter." Delroy broke the silence that had dragged on for hours. I am not going to lie, the silence haunted me. It was beyond deafening, and felt like I was being stabbed by needles all over for I had to practice the art of self control. I had to not look at Delroy because possibilities of him asking why was I looking, and initiating a full conversation, unhooking him from my state of silent treatment, were a lot. But now he called me, in his boss tone which I cannot ignore for I still value my job. "Yes sir?" I continued typing on my laptop, not directly looking at him."Uhm..." he cleared his throat, forcing me to stop looking at him from the corner of my eye and now, directly look at him. "Do you want to have lunch? It is one pm afterall.""My lunch break has already passed sir." I looked back at laptop, hoping that my stomach did not grumble and rat me out. Between it grumbling or tying itself into knots because of Delroy, I would choose the latter. "I will grab something
Rebecca and I fell asleep only after what was supposed to be a summary about her date with a colleague. I knew by the way her mind continued to drift off as she bit her lip that they did more than talking and sipping wine... Something else was sipped from her. But as fun as that was, I don't think it was benefiting to sleep considering the fact that we went to bed at four am and at six I had to be half way done with preparations for work.However, the universe, like always, was on my side today, at six I was still snoring and resting. It took a bucket of cold water and a few slaps here and there to get me awake.So, yes I am late for work (by only ten minutes), and yes I am still very much exhausted. "I am so sorry that-" I stopped midsentence when I saw the unoccupied chair in our office, "Mr Zwide!" I shouted and there was no response. "Okay, calm down Candice." I placed my stuff on my table.Maybe I should check the schedule.I panicky looked at his calender, hoping that it does
The clock on my bedroom wall read 02:15, and I was still up and painting. My curtains were still pushed open, granting me a great source of light from the moon. The silence of the streets helped me not to start pulling my hair. From the outside, it was peaceful. But the inside was in havoc. My brain was a train wreckage, that just kept on burning and burning. I wanted to let everything out but one canvas was not enough. So I was on my third one, this time I was using dark paints.The first one, is all colourful. I could see the painting just dancing whenever I glance at it. It's happy. Very happy, just like how at most I've been feeling. I don't know but I'm just tasting happiness, true happiness, without it being forced and it's amazing. But, there is something holding me back.And I just had to put that in my next canvas. It's... It's a mixture of both. The happiness that comes with the doubt. That comes with wall strong and high as that of Jericho. So, I painted myself being pulled