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
‘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
‘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
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
‘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
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
My eyes stared, unblinking at the white ceiling,I was left pondering, as I had always been the last 8 days.The grays of my eyes, fastening on the very grains of the white paint coating the ceiling of my bedroom,Even in the dull light my eyes had grown accustomed to every dip, every rise in the rough paint.It was surely due to the fact that my eyes kept wandering to said ceiling in the early hours of every morning, when I lay awake in bed, sleep eluding me from overthinking.My eyes find the areas where the paint strokes were brighter, the areas where they had faded from oldness,My eyes find the lone bulb in my room, its light turned low the night before, counting the seconds till I could nudge Ajax awake,Dawn found me awake, thin tendrils of faded light crawling across my bedroom floor, with every dance of the curtains at my window,Like I had been doing for the past 8 days, I watch as the tendrils become longer, brighter, spilling across my bedroom floor as morning arrived fast
With a piercing look he stared, hand neatly folded together on top of the laptop I expected him to be occupied with,He stared at me with a forlorn look, something akin to longing etched unto his face.‘But that was impossible, wasn’t it’, I tell myself, writing it off as something else.‘I might as well get this over with’, standing up from my comfort, I walk closer to this man with a confusing face, whipping my phone out of my handbag,‘Good morning Mr. Valero’, my head downturned to the light of my phone screen, I look anywhere but his eyes, lest my mind gets taken back to impossible soft gazes of days before, Lest those whirlpools of sadness draw me straight to defeat.‘Good morning’, he replies me with that distractingly soft voice,I clear my throat.‘You have your final suit fitting in twenty minutes’, I relay his first schedules for the day,‘We should leave now if you’re to meet up’A huff of disbelief leaves my lips,‘He was supposed to be out of his chair by now, wrestling
My eyes flutter open, looking around the dimly lit room,In our passion induced haze, we didn’t even turn on the lights,The only source of light was the one streaming across the dark blinds whenever they fluttered open.Over the past hours Simon and I had alternated between love making and drifting off to sleep when spent,My back side was pressed flush against him as he slept, his hand across my waist and his soft breaths against the back of my neck,We were both very naked under white cotton covers and my body still tingled from the past hours of passion my skin clammy against his heated own.My eyes flick about the room noticing the absence of furniture here also, the only thing in the large room was the bed and another cloth covered furniture.From the size of the bed, it would be Simon's room and my eyes rake across the dark walls and white tiled floor,I look up and see there's also a chandelier but not as magnificent in size and beauty, The dull lightening makes it difficult
At first he stills, stuck in the moment of torture then the next second he hand wraps around my waist like a vice fitting my body against his like a glove,My head tilts further as he kisses me with ferocity,His lips are soft as he drags mine to his mouth, sucking on it like someone starved,Taking his upper lips into my mouth, I suck with equal passion, I work my tongue into his mouth and when he sucks on it delicious tingles spread down to the base of my spine, He plunges his into mine, and all the heat in my body pulls to my stomach, I drag my hands across the broad and tensed muscles in his back, anchoring myself to himHis tongue teases, brushing then sliding against mine and my back arches, my chest pressing against his,Hands sliding across my back, his fingers come to rest against the soft skin of my waist, playing against the hem of my dress shirt,My skin prickles at the point where his fingers brushes bare skin where my shirt had ridded up and heat pulls between my legs
My eyes slip close as he instructed and I understand the reason seconds after when a blinding light suddenly filled up the room.I wait for my eyes to adjust before sliding them open, still very much aware of Simon breathing against the shell of my ear,My mouth drops open in awe as I look up at the source if light A massive chandelier, hanged from the center of the high ceiling, magnificent in its size,It was made up from a gold branch and crystal clear flowers and hanging from the large branch of gold were numerous crystal flowers in bloom connected to the branch by thin twigs the same enchanting gold color,The whole chandelier was a large inverted blooming flower, containing tiny flower blooms connected to each other by crystal strands, In each flower bed rested miniature bulbs of pure white light, intricately connected beads of crystal hanging from each flower petal, spilling light- gold and silver in hue across the large living room.And my mouth stayed open, even the spine t
Like a puppet on strings I get up and follow him, pulled by the alluring magnet that was his pleading voice, only grabbing my phone in my hands at the last moment.‘Where are we going', I only ask this question when we exit Trove’s building, in the parking lot,Concern bleeding into me when he beats me to the drivers side,‘I’ll drive', he says as his only reply‘Where are we going', I ask again when he opens the door and slides in, motioning for me to get in.Huffing at his elusiveness, I turn to the front passenger seat and slide in.He pulls out of the parking lot, eyes unwaveringly focused on the road.‘You’ve not answered my question’, I say, crossing my hands across my chest, not minding the smirk he shot at me before turning back to the road.‘I should have known something was wrong when you gave me that puppy eyed look', I glare at him, the words rolling out of my mouth, unexpected even to me,A surprised laugh burst from his mouth, and he stares at me, mirth in his eyes for
Explaining to Ajax the next morning was harder than I expected,‘You were so late yesterday', we were preparing for the day, Ajax for school and me for work,My head felt like it was splitting in halves, as I was trying to give an explanation while dealing with a hangover.‘I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what happened’, Ajax was staring at me, hands akimbo, a pout on his lips, refusing to put on his uniformI stand up from the dresser, walking to him and squatting to his eye level,‘I told you Ajax, I got held up at work, I was so busy, I forgot about the time', I look up at a pouty face, trying to get through to him.‘Liar!', he turns away from me, going to rest against the wall, hands folded.The sound, shrill to my ears sends an arrow straight to my head, compounding the headache I was currently dealing with,A tired exhale escapes my lips and I get up and walk towards him again.‘Adam said you were not at work, he said he looked all over for you and you were not there',
‘Taxi's here', I jump up at Simon's words phone in hand, heading for the door,I hear hurried movements towards me and I turn to face Simon, impatient roiling through me,‘What is it', my eyebrows pinch together, a frown on my face.In his hands is a face cap and he places it on my head,Also placing a mask on my face, he slides the hands over my ears, fingers lingering, brushing back hair strands and tucking them behind my ear,‘One can’t be too careful', my frown deepens as I turn away from eyes that latched unto mine with worry, words tempting me to stay.I pull the door open, hurrying out, towards the elevator.As I enter, Simon slides in beside me,‘Don’t follow….’, I start to say but he waves his phone in front of my face,‘I called the taxi remember’, I bite my lips to keep from replying him, folding my arms across my chest with a huff as the door slides close,‘Call me when you get home', Simon pays for the ride as I slide into the taxi and I shut the door against his voice, e
Tina's POVMy voice is a confused pitch, as I stare at the unfamiliar grey ceiling,I blink up at it again, my eyes turning to look at the figment of imagination next to me,My eyes goes to the lips of said illusion tinged red and my head splits open with a headache, realization ringing a bell in my head,‘F**ck, f**ck, f**ck', I spring upward staring at very real Simon in front of me.I stumble away from him, away from the strange bed I was just lying in,‘Be careful’, Simon gets up too, a lone hand reaching for me,‘What the hell am I doing here', my eyes travel round the apartment, my head trying to piece together what was happening, my mind doing a bad job of recollecting.My roaming eyes arrive at the strange shirt on my body, smelling suspiciously like the man in front of me,‘Why am I in your shirt!' I turn wide eyes on him, my voice turning shrill,‘Nothing happened’, he raises his hand, an innocent look rolling onto his face,‘Yeah right’, my head spins, the slight sting in m
Simon’s POVShe looks at me, my words sinking in, taking root in her mind and I see tears, blossoming in her eyes, running down her cheeks,‘You’re fine now, you’ll be fine’, I pull her into my embrace as the tears roll down silently,After a while, I hold her at arm’s length, my eyes on her tear streaked face, I bring her face towards mine kissing the tears on her cheeks, kissing her eyes still filled with tears, She draws closer to me, wrapping her hands around my neck, and crashing her lips on mine.My arms wrap around her waist, dragging her closer to me,I kissed her, she kissed me, our lips danced together with a fever, trashing against the other as I pulled her even closer, till there wasn’t a breath of air between us.My lips teased hers and she sucked mine as I dragged her up my body, tilting her head back a little, plundering her lips further,Her mouth cracks open wider as she moans into mine and my tongue delves in, sliding into her mouth, tasting every corner,My tongue
God I’m so hungry’, I recline in my chair, raising my hands to place them at the back of my head,I bask in the silence of my office, peace in my heart.Peace from finally being free from a long term nuisance,‘My attention shifts to how I would face my mother, when she discovered Sarah was out of my life, I could already imagine the triumphant smile on her face, the word ‘I told you so” rolling out of her mouth.I already had to deal with one of those knowing looks, the morning of the opening ceremony.I had told her I wanted to keep working in Trove and the first word to come out of her mouth was “I knew it”,‘I knew you would finally come around’, I had sucked it up and listened to her minutes of ranting,‘I guess things are going well with you and Tina then’, she gave me a knowing look, conniving smile on her lips,‘This is not about Tina’, I refused immediately,‘This is about me, what I want for myself’,‘I’m tired of people telling me that I was handed everything I have on a s