Simon's POV. The fine Wednesday morning had me waking with a good mood, the merger was going better than expected and it would be concluded soon enough. My mood plummets to the woody floor boards of my hotel room when I listen to the morning news while preparing for work. Putting a call through to the legal team of SM I wait as the line rings, once, twice wearing my thinning patience. The line clicks after 3 more rings and I look around remembering it was 7 in the morning and no one would be at the office yet. I search through my phone for the name of one significantly annoying person, in SM that I couldn’t get rid of even if I wanted to. Sighing, I bring it to my ear preparing to wait the number of times it usually took him to pick up. Surprisingly, it get picked up immediately, like he was waiting for my call. ‘Can you explain the nonsense that I’m watching right now’, my voice echoes around the small hotel room as I stare at the headlines written boldly on the screen. ‘Mr.
Chapter 35Simon’s POVStaring at her surprised face drove a wave of emotions through me, ‘Who told you to come in, get out of my office', the word was out of my mouth before I knew and watching her scurrying out, spooked frustrated me beyond words.I take in the state of disarray that my office was, my disheveled look that screamed “edge of insanity”, together with the fact that she probably heard my conversation with my mother and I throw my phone in annoyance.‘So much for proving to Wright that I didn’t need a psychiatrist', I ponder on the reason why I was so annoyed.It was probably the fact that my mother was talking about feelings for a person whose face u saw moments later, stirring up the same unfathomable feelings I refused to give a name to.‘Now is not the time to think about feelings’, I remind myself of more pressing issues and rummage through my drawer looking for the phone Wright had put there in case I had another outburst.The fact that he was right and I di
Tina’s POV‘Did someone kidnap Simon and replace him with a look alike’, I dart out of his office as quickly as possible, eager to get away from this calm looking impostor.The smile he sent me unnerved me the most and the fact that the door banging resounded loudly around the hallway did not even register in my mind.Robotic steps move towards the elevator, shuffling in when it slides open, I cringe involuntarily as my eyes catches a glimpse of his door as the elevator slides shut.During the ride to my floor, I ponder again on his smile,‘Creepy',The last time he smiled, he was amused by my misfortune and the hungry hounds that crowded around me, and u wondered if something similar was about to happen.Getting to my department, I peep into the hall first making sure that nothing was going on.After confirming that people were in fact working and not whispering about something that happened I push open the door fully, walking in.I keep my foot light and steps silent as I shuffled i
Tina's POV.To my utter horror, arriving back at Trove company I saw reporters littered around the outside of the building.They were waiting, chattering amongst themselves with cameras at their sides poised for the terrifying job of picture taking.My fingers bite into each other from the anxiety that was coursing through my veins, pushing my breaths out in gasps.I watched from in between buildings far off from Trove as workers coming back from lunch were assaulted into giving an interview or to giving the location of Simon.Workers huddled into their suits trying to avoid the shutters clicking in their faces and the questions about where Simon was.Just one photo was enough to ruin my perfectly protected bubble that was my life .Glancing at my watch, I see I’m tending towards ten minutes late.I drag my hand across my face, a strand pulling free from my loose bun. Peeping out from my hiding place I see the reporters unrelented in their fervent duty of finding Simon.It wa
‘Say something', my mind urged me as we burst out of the alley between buildings unto a narrow street that was devoid of people.Still I huddled into hoodie, ‘wouldn’t want anyone to see Simon Valero pulling my hand'.As the though hits me, just thinking of the headlines it would make had me trying to snatch my hand away from the vice like grip, it does nothing, only causing him to glance at me, lips pursed and nose flaring impatiently, He tsked and glanced forward, continuing in his forceful pulling, my face heated and it felt like he was chiding a little child.He stops pulling, hand still on my hand and the temporary relaxation of the strength with which he hakd it had me wrenching my hand forcefully from his.My eyes glanced at the car with tinted windows he gestured for me to get in.‘I would like an explanation', I fold my arms across my chest and the arms of my hoodie bulged out, inflating in the process.He looks at me with that impatient look again, opening the car door an
Chapter 39 Heat pulled to my cheeks again and I was certain he saw them from the bright light in the hallway, ‘Would you like me to accompany you', dark eyes fix me with a soft look, ‘Hmm', coherent words flee and I fumble for words through the hold that he had me in. His finger kept sliding across the inside of my wrist in a circular motion and I hoped he wasn’t able to feel the blood pounding through my veins from how fixated he was on my pulse point. I blink once, twice and take two steps back and pull my hand free, my wrist suddenly feeling cold from the absence of his touch, I avert my eyes from his and try to make meaning of his statement. Shaking my head in an attempt to clear my head, my eyes catch on the disappointment that registers in his eyes for a brief moment, ‘I'll let Miss Debra know that I assigned you a task.’ Seconds pass before I nod my head in understanding, ‘Thanks’, even though I couldn’t hope to fathom the meaning behind his words,
Amused brown eyes peer at me and I fold my arms in mock anger suppressing the smile forming on my lips. ‘So you have time now right’, I couldn’t hold it back, a smile splits my face in two as seeing his familiar smile brought relief from my thoughts. When he keeps looking at me with his eyebrows raised I wave his question away, ‘Don't worry, I’m not murdering anyone just yet’, ‘Your hair', he points at my hair with his chin, ‘you let it down', ‘My hair band got lost in transition', I smoothen down my hair self conscious, ‘You look good', his eyes turn serious, ‘Thank you', I smile at the compliment. ‘No really, you look beautiful', an unreadable look stays fixed in his eyes, ‘Uhh, thanks?’, I feel a little confused as his fingers twitch on his desk over and over. Seconds pass then he shakes his head and folds his palms together, blinking a smile onto his face. ‘You don’t even show up like this on weekends', he draws closer to me eyeing the people around
Glancing around the empty hall left apprehension crawling through me, I felt stupid remembering that I had no key card so getting through the secured door would be impossible.It left me with a choice between walking through the crowd of hungry reporters, or walking all the way to Simon’s office.The later was almost as nerve racking as the first, it was as if every time I developed a way of dealing with the tumultuous feelings that plagued me around Simon, he discovered a new way of stirring said feelings.Shifting to a soft side seemed like his new method, a side I never saw in our marriage.‘Was he worried about me?', the thought plagued me, putting my head on a rollercoaster.‘Why was he worried about me?', I tried to make meaning of his behavior, the way his eyes crinkled at the sides and the way his eyebrows furrowed with worry.He didn’t show up when reporters came for me all those years ago, talk less of show a reaction, talk less of worry about me.‘So why, why now', t