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The TV remote could have cracked from how hard I clutched it. Immediately I got the call from Adam, the alarm in his voice spurred me out of be faster than I could blink.I pressed down on the red button waiting for the TV to turn on, it took a while blinking to life after a few seconds of me holding my breath.It’s probably due to the fact that it had not been used for a long time but that thought took the back seat in my mind as I flipped through the channels away from cartoons and animation.Clutching the remote like it was my lifeline, my mind thinks back to the different times when a single news was enough to get me to uproot my life from one place and run to another.Just the news about one journalist or YouTuber getting wind about the whereabouts of Simon's ex- wife was enough to get me packing.It always ended up with them finding about my street, my exact house number, the places I worked but I would have been long gone by then.A few weeks of staying in hiding in whatever n
‘It will be best if Miss Tina goes', my eyes turn to the person who utters those words and I fix the person with a burning stare. Although I was sure everyone was thinking that way but the person was really unfortunate to actually voice it out. Annoyance and anger burn in me hardening my gaze, Taking a step back from my piercing gaze, said person averts his eyes. I turn my eyes back to the rest of the crowd who silently agreed with his statement. Betrayal fills me and I’m close to flaring up at them. ‘Why do I even feel betrayed', this question crosses my mind as I look at their pitiful looks and averted eyes. ‘Not that they actually cared about me', I remember the same coworkers who said unbelievable things about me and spared no time in throwing me under the bus. My anger leaves, and I’m left feeling deflated. Resignation dawns on me as I discover that there’s was no way out of this. They had not said anything yet but the looks on their faces solidifies the fact that they wo
The crack of something hitting the door echoes in my ears, whatever it was smashed to the ground and a annoying thought strays into my mind.‘Would I have been the unfortunate door? getting hit in the head just because if his anger had I not scrambled from his sight as fast as possible',Relief sagging my shoulders, I rest on the said door and exhale a breathe I didn’t know I was holding in.‘To think I was eager to see him show weakness, emotion or anything to show he was not an actual block of ice and cold stares', I drag in a breath again,The look on his face was murderous, fury rolled off him in waves and the few seconds I spent in his presence was enough for me to see the hard set of his jaw and hear the repetitive sound of his teeth grind.To put it simply, his weakness wasn’t pretty, and apart from cold looks and icy stares the only other emotion he showed was anger, in various degrees.Thinking about it, I could count on my fingers the number of times I had seen him smile, T
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
‘Your son', I scoff loudly, repeating his words.‘And what gave you the notion that he your son',‘What makes you so sure', my soles scuff tiles as I start pacing the length of the yard, letting some of my pent up anger leak out through my steps,‘Really Tina', he calls my name, and the displeasure in his words match mine,‘Are we really going to sit here and debate Ajax's paternity’, his voice is gruff, dropping lower with each word,‘He’s not', I shake my head from left to right as I pass Simon’s front repeatedly in my pacing,‘You told him yourself’, it rises again, ‘Ajax confirmed it', he grabs my hand again, forcing me to look at him.‘Even a child!!’, his face is all hardness, jaw clenched and grinding, as he punctuates the word,‘Even a child can see that we're father and son', his voice is gruff, as he finishes and his eyes darken, stormy orbs in a face of fury.I try to turn away from him, to turn away from his fury that infuriated me further, and continue pacing.
The door swings shut behind me, The noise of my sneakers hitting cement as I rushed along the driveway echoed in my ears,Drowning out the sound of the grass swaying gently in the evening breeze, louder than the sound of birds chirping from the trees,I side step the water fountain without so much as a glance at its sculpted glory,My eyes rests on those large double doors, that separated me from my son, willing it to disintegrate,Instead it does something different, swinging open, parting slowly, revealing Simon as I stomp up tiled steps.The large smile on his face was nonexistent to me, his arms open wide in greeting a momentary confusion as I sidestep him, pushing into the mansion, My heart was beating too fast in my chest, my footsteps echoing too loud in my ears for me too even regard him,To even do the simple task of asking his reason,So I ignore him, turning laser-like focus on finding my son and getting out of this largeness that had me feeling like I was drowni
Air got sucked from my lungs, like I just received a strike to the gut,‘No', I shake my head as my grip on my phone tightens,‘That can’t be true', my head keeps turning from left to right in unbelief as the click of the call ending sounded.I take the phone off my ear, bring it to the front of my face,‘That can’t be possible’, my brain felt waterlogged, my ears clogged as the noise of school children fades out.The only sound around was my heart, beating like the tick of a clock, resounding in my ears, echoing in my head,‘No', I shake my head again and call his school teacher,‘She’s probably mistaken’,‘There was no way he could be with Simon', My fingers shake against my screen as I scroll through my contacts,The first call goes to voicemail, ‘Pick up for Christ sake’, I swear under my breathe, dialing her number again,‘Could it be Adam?’‘But he would never refer to himself as Ajax’s father’, my mind swirls as the phone rings on, no sign of it being picked up.
By the time it was lunch my head was on a spin, on a whirlpool of frustration, I sat still, my hands folded in my lap,but my heart was on fire, my mouth burned like I was chewing on hot gum.The heat bled onto my palms, drawing sweat, that I wiped repeatedly against ash-gray pants, ‘At this point, I will never be able to tell him', I mused as I stared at the dark streaks my hands created, the creases from repeatedly fisting it's fabric in my hands.‘If only he didn’t smile those face splitting smiles whenever our eyes met’‘If only he didn’t look at me with such affection in his eyes'‘Maybe it would be easier to tell him if I wasn’t risk….’,‘Where should we eat today’, my musings get interrupted and I look up at him.We’d been so absorbed with each other the last week yet anytime my eyes met those ones shining with affection, a wave of unfamiliarity courses through me, a war between elation and fear ensues.‘Let’s just order in', I hide my surprise, the battle raging in
Time moved slowly, sluggishly, like my heart,It's sound, a turbid rhythm in my chest, like wading in mud water, dragging my head through varying degrees of shock,Of all things I anticipated, expected, planned for, this was the least of them.I didn't even think it possible, it was not a scenario I saw happening, My eyes watch, sluggishly, same as my heart at the teardrop that track Ajax's cheek trailing onto his lap.‘He's dad, isn’t he?’, he says it again, and my head rears back in a whiplash.The fact that he repeated it, a statement this time, proved the extent of the situation, it was a testament to how much of a mess I was in.‘Why is he not here with us?'‘Did he do something bad?', ‘Is dad a bad man?’, with each question, his voice raises, bordering on hysterics, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.‘Why don’t you want me to meet him?', he asks again, yet my mind travels, trying to pinpoint what could have given it away,I had been very careful to never mention the
For a moment I considered coming clean, telling him the truth of a son he never knew about, but the fear in my heart was stronger,So I chew slowly, bidding my time to formulate something believable, something that wouldn’t allow the serious expression his face had taken into something darker.I tried to formulate something that would allow me to keep this warm bubble we had built around ourselves,A bubble I was not keen on letting go off so soon.My head was a mess, strung between telling the truth and fumbling for lies,I had thought I was over this, relief had filled me when I found that he didn’t hear Ajax’s name fro Lisa's lips.I finish chewing and keep the smile on my face, deciding on the easy way out,‘He’s no one you should be bothered about', it was hard, dismissing my son as someone unimportant, yet it was easier than risking him taking Ajax away from me.I hoped it would be enough for him, my reassurance would be enough to quell questions he was suddenly keen on
Relief floods my insides and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in as the bell jangled, signifying their exit.‘I’ll be back in a minute', standing up, I head to the table they just left, clearing the pile of coloring books and crayons.Head chef had been so nice, allowing Ajax and Lisa in the restaurant for as long as they liked, but it won’t be fair to hog a table after they were gone, so I clear them up heading to the back room and placing them with Bella's things.I catch a glance of Cathy’s befuddled expression as I enter, knowing she would have pelted me with questions if she wasn’t attending to a customer.Stepping out, she’s done and I take a deep breath waiting for the maelstrom to begin.‘That’s Simon Valero right, theee Simon Valero', she draws closer to me and I stare, patiently nodding as she fires,‘Only son and child of Alicia Valero?, heir to SM group Simon Valero?’, her voice pitches with the last question and I finally use my words.‘Yeees', ‘To
‘You know you have to stop looking at the door whenever a customer walks in, you’re no longer a waitress', the sound of Bella's voice trickles to me, sounding at the back of my mind,Her statement was inconsequential in comparison with the drop of my heart to the pit of my stomach, the look of horror making a home on my face‘You're a…..’, she trails off as she follows my line of sight to the source of my predicament,‘Uh oh!’, she exclaims,Simon had walked in and was currently looking about the restaurant, a relaxed air about himI drop my head between my hands, hiding behind my hair, hoping he hadn’t seen me.‘That’s very fruitless, he has seen you already', I glance up again and my eyes meet eyes that lights up immediately they meet mine.‘What in the world is he doing here?’, I whisper yell, asking Bella and she shrugs,I quickly smoothen out my face, wipe horror off it as I face a smiling Simon sashaying towards me.My eyes turn towards the corner where Ajax and Lisa we
My eyes blur, my view of the clouds rolling by dimming,‘Simon!!’, I cry out his name, my abdomen and butt clenching as my orgasm trickles down my thighs, dripping unto the sheets beneath me when he finishes,He comes up to place a kiss on my lips and I taste my juices on his mouth.He drops beside me pulling me to him and for a while I could do nothing, only be pliant as he entwines our limbs together, I could only work on evening my breathing past the feeling of satiety engulfing me.Simon drags my head to his chest, wrapping his hands around me and I descend from the clouds to the feeling of Simon stroking my hair repeatedly.‘That was…’, I trail off, searching for the right word to use as I look up to see Simon smiling at me‘That was amazing', my voice pitches as I finally decide on the word and I rest my head on his chest again,‘I know', pride fills his tone, voice cocky,‘No need to gloat about it', I slap his chest as I speak, lifting myself up with my other hand, t