Simon's POV‘Hey baby', the calm voice sounds over the phone as soon as I pick it up‘Sarah!!, where are you', I was out of my chair the very second, crashing a few of the papers on m desk to the floor, I payed them no mind, frantic in the search for my car keysSilence reigned over the phone, punctuated by my repetitive call for her name‘Sarah, baby, say something please’, I checked my phone repeatedly, trying to make sure she was still on the phone‘Found it', in the scattered mess of my desk and drawers, I finally found the infernal keysI check my phone one more time‘Good, she was still on the line’, I think with a little relief‘Sarah, where are you, I would come, just tell me', my voice cracked as I spoke into the phone hoping she heard my desperation.I stop at the door, waiting for her to say something‘Cool your jet's my dear', the calm voice in which she talked put my head on a rollercoaster‘Can you please just tell me where you are, my voice borders on hysterics as I re
Tina's POVSimon brushed past me at the speed of lightning, beating me in m movement towards the door, he was out of the door in seconds slamming the door.My mouth drops open as I stare at the closed door, it’s bang ringing in my ears.What annoyed me the most was the fact that Simon told me to clear his schedule for a weekAfter minutes of gruesome torture over the phone with the secretary of the chairman of Greld company, I was finally able to confirm that the lunch was happeningNow Simon wanted me to call back that annoying secretary that seemed to find it amusing that Simon had employed a female secretaryHe wanted me to call back that condescending secretary that kept asking me of the whereabouts of Wright.He expected me to cancel an appointment that I was only able to confirm after minutes of gruesome torture that felt like hoursI walk over to his desk and dump my notepad on his desk, forcing out an exhale in frustration‘Way to make my first rodeo as a secretary fr
Tina's POVAbout to place the calls, my eyes drifts to the wall clock that showed 1 o’clock, I drop my phone with a sigh, ‘he calls would have to wait, I had to go pick Ajax up' Leaving my comfortable position on the plush armchair, I walk out the door of his office and make my way through to the back entrance away from the prying eyes of reporters I wondered for a second if Simon, in all his haste remembered to keep away from them Seeing as his car was not parked at it’s spot beside the back gate, a little relief spread through me that he was at least sane enough to use the right exit. I blow a huff out at the feeling that still lingered in my heart My heart contradicted between pity for his unfortunate relationship, jealously at the fact that he would probably never act that way towards me, there was also this tiny uncanny feeling of elation atghe fact that he was going through this. To me, this was just a tip of the iceberg when compared to the manner in which he treated me
‘To hell with trying to comfort him', I thought as sudden anger swept at my insidesI was surprised at thus change in emotions, one moment I was wistful, thinking about the shared similarity between him and AjaxThe next I was angry, ‘what gave him the right to look at me with puppy eyes, to carry eyes that looked similar to Ajax's when he wanted something so badly'He just put me through hours of torture canceling appointments that had been arranged months ago‘What the hell is unclear your schedule, does that even make sense?’ I speak the words that had come to my mind beforeHe looks at me for a while, still bearing that beaten look on his face, before going to seat at his deskHe plops down on it with a sigh‘Can you just do as I ask', his pleading voice almost kills my anger and I stand up from my place on the sofa and towards his desk trying to reinforce my annoyance‘I just cancelled five of your appointments, how can I call them back minutes later to tell them it was n
Tina's POV ‘An explanation for what?’, his eyes narrows at my sudden question I decide to let him stew in confusion for a while ‘You said you just tolerate me right’, I watch as his confusion grows at my beating around the bush ‘You didn’t answer me' ‘Of course I said so, don’t quote my words back at me', he rushes out in his defense I nod at his answer taking a deep breath ‘Then why don’t you explain the jewelry box in you drawer’, ‘Why don’t you start with explaining the exact reason you switched out my necklace for one that’s this expensive', his eyes cloud over for a moment ‘Why in the world would you go through my drawer', he settles on being on the offensive side dropping his voice to a growl ‘Answer my question, Simon, answer the question' I was unfazed refusing to stray from my singular mission to free myself from confusion ‘You answer my question first, what audacity gave you the right, the boldness to open my drawer and look through my things’, I want to argue wi
Simon's POVAnnoyance bloomed in my chest as I watched her make calls, not looking once in my direction.It seemed I ceased go exist, seeing as with the sounds I made settling into my chair or the subtle throat clearing sounds I made had no effect on her, she didn’t raise her head in my direction once after settling on that armchairNot minding the fact that she called making calls for meetings gruesome torture, she seemed to fit right into the taskThe sound of her cheery voice as she greeted manager after manager, secretary after secretary did no good for the annoyance in my heart‘How can she look so unbothered when my heart was doing a million back flips in my chest.’‘How can she speak with such excitement rolling of her, when sadness had taken firm root in my chest'Glancing at her again through raised eyes I see that she had leaned back in the chair getting more comfortable has she talked with someoneShe crosses her legs at her knees fiddling with her pen, my eyes ling
Tina's POV‘The nerve of this guy', I almost scoff as I go back to telling him about his appointments for tomorrow‘He expects me to smile at him, when he just said I was nothing to him'‘Really!', the question pops into my head as disbelief seizes my thinkingWhen I finish his eyes are still on me and this time I scoff out loud‘What was he expecting', ‘Did he think we would be friendly after all that just happened, after we just entered an unspoken pact to not care about each other'He said I was nothing to him, I said we were just employer and employeeThat should have solidified our indifferent intentions towards each otherThere was nothing left to be said, no feelings left to be explored, my heart dried up and shriveled in my chest, whatever remnant feelings I had for him scorched to dust by his harsh wordsI expected the same from him, whatever passed through us, whatever little feelings had caused his eyes to change when looking at him or him to feel the need to comf
Tina's POVOur pact held fast more or less and I found it was getting easier to ignore the previously budding feelings in my heartThe days passed in silence, the only words passing between us were my little reminders of each appointment, my questions about which restaurant he would prefer to eat, if he would like me to go get him lunch when he was too busyI carried out my secretarial duties to perfection, ensuring my employer was comfortable and organizedWe kept a straight face towards each other and no talks of Sarah was brought up, it was almost peacefulBut if one looked close enough, they would notice the tension rolling beneath the surface, the open wounds from each heart piercing words thrown at each other festering and causing bitterness to well up in a place that was sure to burst due to over filling one dayEven as I maintained a straight face and told him about meeting after meeting like a humanoid robot I felt my heart full to almost burstingBitterness turned my
Taking deep breaths, our eyes still rest on each other and my hands fumble for the phone in my pocket, not eager to break this tiny slip in time.That loud ringing again and my eyes flutter close as I try to ground myself in reality, my chest rising and falling as I take in calming breaths,Sliding my eyes open, I peer at my phone screen seeing an alarm for Simon’s first schedule of the day.I close my eyes again, taking another long breath, making sure my voice won’t crack when I try to speak,‘You have a meeting with the CEO in ten minutes’, my voice sounds a little above a whisper, despite all my calming breaths,I turn my eyes back to him, seeing him close his eyes and take a deep breath, running his hands through his hair again,He stands abruptly, not saying a word to me, slicking his hair back with his hands, aiming for that semi-perfect look from earlier.Walking towards his desk he grabs his suit from it, sliding it on, adjusting his collar.I stand up to, trying my b
‘Where were we’, Simon walks into his office the next morning, adjusting the cufflinks on his sleeve, suit in hand, dark orbs on me,The clipped, hurried sound of his footsteps as he walked towards his desk had my head in a spin.The morning sun shining through the window and beautiful morning weather did nothing to quell the storm brewing in my heart,I try to push it down remembering the day before.‘Mom!!’, Ajax had rewarded me with an excited squeal and a hug when I picked him up early,‘Let’s eat out, let’s eat out’, with that same excited voice, he bugged me till I found a small restaurant secluded enough for our dinner,Spending extra hours with my son helped to reduce the hollow building in my heart to something inconsiderable,But now, Simon is bringing everything up again, unearthing conflicting feelings best left buried.A deep sigh exhales my lips,‘Good morning to you too’, I eye him annoyed,‘Sir’, I add honorifics after second thought,‘Didn’t want to start t
I find myself at the rooftop again, after dumping the bag of overturned pasta in the trash.The breeze from the rooftop did little to quell the building hollow in my heart, the hollow that always found it’s way to me after heated conversations with Simon.A hollow that left me with a deep-seated cold after blood boiling conversations with him.Afternoon sun beating down on my head, light breeze blowing across my face, I try to focus on the birds in flight in the sky and not the cold in my heart.A strand from my hair comes loose and I brush it back, feeling a greasy stain on my forehead,I glance at my hands and see it stained brown from sauce, folding it together to avoid staining my clothes I make a mental note to remember to wash off my forehead.My stomach growls again at the slight sight of food, it grumbles loudly, protesting my blatant disrespect for food.‘Right, right, I got it, never throwing food away again, even if that ass got it for me’, I smile looking down at my
‘Tina, stay, please, eat with me, don’t leave!’My eyes sweep in the direction of his voice, drawn to the magnetic pull of his voice,I find myself lost as my eyes lands on his.‘His eyes!’ my heart beats funny in my chest,They were whirlpools of sadness, longing etched unto the swirls of his magnetic gaze,I tried to utter an excuse, to spit out words rehearsed, words that always lay at the tip of my tongue, ready to be used in swift rejection, should Simon breach the terms of our contract.‘I…I’m not hungry’, I mentally face palm at the sorry excuse for rejection,My stomach rumbled, loudly, and I cringe at the resounding sound, my face heating from embarrassment,‘What the hell happened to ‘I’m not obligated to eat with you’ or, ‘an employer and his employee are not meant to eat together’’, I chide myself further, taking a few steps towards the door to flee Simon’s hypnotic gaze and my increasingly reddening face,My steps falter in their hurried movement when Simon stand
‘Not in this lifetime', I remembered Bella's words as I took the bus to work the next morning, refusing the advice adamantly even in my head, The imposing logo of Trove didn’t look as imposing to me as I walked through the glass doors inside, ‘It's magnificence wore out, probably because I was seeing it every time', this thought was on m mind as I walked into the elevator heading to Simon's floor. ‘Why then did this feeling not wear out', I look at myself in the reflective walls of the elevator through weary eyes. ‘Why did this feeling of impending doom, mixed together with that school girl excitement, splashes of tremor inducing anxiety and that lingering feeling of longing refuse to tire out', my face stares right at me, unmoved in it’s hard set, a total opposite from the raging furnace that was my mind, ‘Why did these feelings always put me in a chokehold whenever I was on my way to Simon's office' the elevator door slid open and my heels dug into the floor, trying to delay fac
She places a finger on her lips trying to look serious and failing miserably,‘Hmm, are you sure you’re coming from a work dinner or a personal dinner’, she stares at me, eyes wide, expectant.Her face morphs into confusion as she peers at my eyes, ‘You also look like you cried’, her hand goes up to swipe at my smudged mascara, her face quickly morphing into one of anger.‘It’s him isn’t it, Simon Valerie or whatever bullshit he calls himself’, her mouth spits fire, tone acidic as she calls his name,She takes hands of my arm rolling her sleeves up and placing her hands on her waist.She stares into my eyes, searching,‘What am I even waiting for, let’s go’, she grabs my hand, trying to pull me out the door.Despite my unstable state, I laughed, ‘go where’‘We have a body to bury’, she looks at me with surprise on her face, like I was the one making ridiculous statements.‘Why are we killing him exactly’, my lips turns up in a smile, folding my arms watching her incredulou
He looked at me strangely, eyebrows raised up in question, causing me to take a closer look at myself,I grab a mirror from my bag, seeing that my hair was properly disheveled, sticking out in different places, the end jutting out, I try and pat it down, my hand running through the curly fibers, trying to wrestle them into a knot.My eyes slide down to my crumpled dress, the hem of my shirt sticking out, I tuck them back in, smoothening down the front, adjusting my breasts that had lopsided from being squashed against something hard for so long.My eyes go back to the mirror in my hand, wiping lip gloss smudges at the corners of my mouth.My hand run across my lips again, savoring the tingling sensation.Taxi driver’s eyebrows meet his hairline, when a laugh drops from my mouth, My mouth drops open and a laugh startling and high pitched rang through the vehicle.I ignore the look on his face, laughing uncontrollably, clutching my chest as wheezes of laughter racked through m
Warm lips crashed onto mine, a thick arm enclosing around my waist pulling me closer and my mouth drops open in shock, He takes that chance to move in, hot mouth moving against my lips, Simon kissed me with fevered passion, plundering my lips like someone starved, I don’t respond, shock turning me frozen, alarm bells going off in my head ‘You hate…’, Bella’s mantra splutters into a stop when Simon whispers my name against my lips, into my opened mouth. ‘Tina’, my knees went weak, and I lean into him as butterflies danced wild in my stomach at that breathy sound of my name. My bag drops from my fingers onto the granite floor as my hand goes to his hair, holding on as I kissed him with as much fervor, Our mouths moved with rekindled vigor, hot breaths between us as I savored the lingering taste of meat on his lips, He dragged me closer, vice like grip at my waist, flush against him until no crack of space was left between our bodies. Our bodies fit perfectly against eac
We made our way into the Korean restaurant, behind the raucous lot that was our PR department.Getting comfortable around the large rectangular table that had been set up for our large group, I breathe in the scent of grilled beef savoring the smoky aroma.The waiters bring out the variety of meat and I take in the assorted combination, Meat, both plain and marinated, was arranged around our large table and my eyes went to the large grill, hanging from the ceiling as it gets turned on and the smell of cooking meat permeates the air.Simon said nothing as the meat started cooking and as drinks went round the table, he sipped from his glass of beer, ‘Before we start eating, this would be a nice opportunity to clink glasses to Mr. Simon Valero, the one who provided us with this premium beef’, Miss Debra raises her glass of beer and clinks it with employees around her and cheers went up, the clinking going round.Simon’s face remains a mask of indifference, only changing when Miss