Simon's POV You could almost hear my teeth grind from the hard set to my jaw as I walked back to my office. ‘The gal of that woman, privately dissing me even among a group of people' My mind goes back to her eyes on me as the sarcastic words rolled out of her mouth. Her eyes, watching me, expecting a reaction and gloating when she got what she wanted. I chided myself for reacting at that exact moment, I just successfully confirmed the underlying meaning in her words. I get to my office and run my hands through my hair, pacing about the office in slow strides. My mind travels to the cause of the problem in the first place. ‘Why, at this time, why did she leave me open to humiliation by the hand of this annoying woman' Taking out my phone from where it was stuffed in my pocket, I raise I to eye level, staring at the screen for any message from Sarah. I look to our chats, check my messages, emails but I’m met with the same crushing disappointment that I had always be
Tina’s POV.The walk to Adam’s office was not as nerve racking as it always had been, I was in high spirits.Even the ding of the elevator was musical, I was still basked in the triumph of a few minutes ago.Considering the sarcastic statement I threw Simon’s way, I expected a withering look before he left but small victories are also welcome.The fact that I was able to get that amused smile off his face was blissful enough.Thank goodness I had gotten that part when Bella talked about the gossip tabloids she had read about Simon. She called it ‘knowing your enemy’ but I had put it off as her enjoying gossip.Now I was thankful at the chance I had at actually knowing my enemy.She had constantly talked about Simon’s declining love life that it was hard for it to not have stuck.I’m almost at Simon’s door when I see Adam walk out, fuming.Anger rolled of him in waves as he his fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly.He glares at the door like he was trying to burn a hole through it.
The walk back to my department was considerably more torturous than the walk from it. New resolve solidified, there was only the problem of learning how to become a block of ice. It shouldn’t be that had, considering the fact that I had perfected the art of smiling through pain in my childhood. I just hard to shift unflinching smile to a straight face. My head reels just from thinking back to him dismissing me without do much as a glance. ‘This is much harder than I thought, I wonder how he does it' My mind stops it's unsteady movement when it comes to rest on Mr. Wright. The middle aged man treated me well unlike Simon. He had helped me get through my few months of marriage with his boss, much to his chagrin. He couldn’t fathom what his something of a father figure saw in me. He never openly criticized the way Simon treated me, but he helped me get by, like instructing the maids on my food preferences after asking me, or telling the maids to keep me company when Simon left me i
The door clicks shut and I sigh in relief as the embarrassment died down, i turn to Ajax with a stern look, he was already hoping to the bathroom for a shower.‘Come here' he shakes his head no and was about to rush into the bathroom still fully clothed when I grab him.‘Ahhhhh’ his shrieks as his little feet get suspended in the air and I bring him to the sofa.‘No, Ajax, let’s have a serious conversation’ he looks at me with that smug smile on his face.‘I wanted to get you a husband' he pouts and I refuse to be fazed by his somber look.‘I didn't tell you I wanted a husband, did I' I stare into his black orbs that had a striking familiarity to Simon's.I had expected to be taken aback or be angry anytime I stared into something so similar to eyes I hated, but instead I was happyWhen I saw the eyes in the sockets of a face that was chubby, frown lines not yet etched into his forehead or cheeks I felt relief.At least Ajax had not inherited the fathomless depths that seemed to suck
Relief wakes with me the next morning as I remember dealing with Adam’s suspected feelings. Although I was a little harsh with my words, it was better than ignoring unrequited feelings and letting them blossom into something more fearsome. He looked somber after our conversation so I made sure to ask him if he still wanted to accompany me to pick Ajax up. He looked at me with incredulity ‘don’t be ridiculous, why won’t I be comfortable, we are still friends right’. His words were contradictory to how he looked considering the fact that he looked continuously somber throughout us picking Ajax up and going home. He was even oblivious to Ajax’s attempts at matchmaking. My little darling, he was unrelentless in his mission at freeing me from loneliness as he had so adamantly stated the night before as I was tucking him into bed. Back to the subject of Adam, despite that he seemed none to happy with my declaration; at least I had made it clear that nothing was happening betwe
What’s with this guy and his ability to turn my insides with anger, set my nerve endings on fire, with so little words? I bristle at his words and punch the air in anger, grabbing and wringing someone’s invisible neck. ‘So he was capable of acknowledging that fact’ I huff and stand up. ‘I thought he treated our past with no more than a cold- shoulder’ ‘He could acknowledge that I was once a part of SM and keep a straight face while doing it’ I pace about his office in a march and I notice the scent of his cologne lingering in the air. The musky scent, tinged with notes of pinewood and just a dash of mint was part alluring and part overpowering. The scent takes me back to that fateful night, the night when Simon broke character for the first time in our marriage. The alluring scent was tainted with the strong smell of alcohol but I didn’t refuse him when he stumbled into my room or when his hands went to the strings of my nightgown crashing his beer stained lips on mine in
My mind reeled back and forth as I take the elevator down, ‘How could Adam do this,’ I didn’t understand where his rage came from, ‘This rage that consumes everything in it’s path and blinds his eyes to friendship, to those that are for him and actually care about him' My thought goes back to his words about the necklace, ‘I mean, what was the point in defending me in front of others when he didn’t actually believe me. I think back to how quickly he jumped in to defend me when the accusation came forth and I had still being speechless in shock. My reeling thoughts were actually a way to distract me from his last words that hit too close to home. I had been acutely aware of the absence of positive feelings of Simon for me, yet I held on to my feelings for him all throughout our marriage, I help on hoping that there would suddenly be a change, a turning point where he would suddenly begin to like me. The fact that Adam mentioned that was uncomfortable to say the least. ‘But tha
Simon POV Weekend had me staring through the clear glass window of my hotel room and looking at the homey restaurant that was on the other side of the street. It brought thoughts of grey eyes lingering at the edge of my memory but I shove it back forcefully. It had happened one time too many, Tina lingering at the edge of my memory and me pushing said memory back. My vision shifts to something closer, the dulled glint even in brilliant sunlight showed it was of lesser quality. Dangling it from my index finger, I rolled the silver teardrop necklace into my grip, then released it back into a dangle like the movement of a yoyo. The metallic rustle it gave as it got enclosed in my grip together with the sharp but subdued clank it gave once dangling vertical was sort of calming to my ears as my mind pondered over the madness of last week If it wasn’t madness, there was nothing else to call it, seeing as I had halted Mr. Wright on his way to Trove on that Friday afternoon. I halted hi
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