Thanks for reading, what do you think? Ivory said she's not responsible for what happened, is she telling the truth or lying? Thanks for your support, votes and comments, I appreciate.... my mom is still in the hospital so anyday I miss, pardon me thank you
I contemplated calling Imela immediately after I got a little free at work. I wanted to check up on her after what happened last night, but I didn't want to interrupt her if she was busy with work or a client. The incident was a terrible one, and I wasn't surprised that it made the news this morning. Zion was still being held in jail for attempted murder and trespassing on private property. The news stayed on the Stiles and how things had gotten even worse than they had before. The Stiles airline stock fell to the eighth position following the news, and it might be out of the top ten before the day ends. I also needed to apologise for the way I left. After what she told me about Ivory, I couldn't stay and continue talking. I should have done better, and I owed her an apology. Getting a call from Vivian didn't surprise me; he was the king of gossip, after all, and since I was involved in the news, he called to get first-hand details. I told him everything I knew, leaving the details
I didn't leave for home immediately; I spent a few minutes asking Ingrid questions about Ela. This was our first official date after more than four years, and there was a lot I needed to inform myself on. She seemed to be more than just Ela's assistant, and if I could get a thing or two from her about what the new Ela loved, it would be great. There was no impressing Ela; she could afford everything money could offer. Besides, she never loved me for the money. "There is a reason that even after many years, she still loves you," Ingrid stated."And what's that?" I asked, curious to know.She stared at me with an absurd look. "I wouldn't know; I am not you. Figure it out, but most importantly, be yourself."I nodded.Be myself. How difficult could that be?I went home, thinking of all the ways to be myself. This had become harder than I thought.I showered and got myself ready in my khaki trousers and white shirt, thinking about how the night ahead would play out. It was the first step
Imela's POV. A kiss was the last thing I expected, but it was what I needed. I didn't realise it until our lips touched, and I didn't want him to pull away. The cars passing by flashed their lights, and a few blew their horns, but my mind did not move from Oliver. He'd kissed me before, but this was different; this felt special, and even after he pulled away, I touched my lips, feeling giddy. He stared at me as if making sure I was okay with all that. I was, and he must have seen it because he didn't offer any apology and instead smiled. We returned to the car, and Jimmy silently drove us off. Oliver intertwined our fingers, and I flushed at the response my hand sent to the rest of my body. I tried to take my mind away from what was happening and focus on the road. "Where are we going?" His silence made me glance at him, "Do you trust me?" He asked with his brow arched. "A little," I replied. A hurt look flashed over his face, and he held a hand to his chest. "Ouch, that hurts."
Oliver's POV. Ela had turned the game around with one swift but smart answer. She always brought her A game, as usual. I felt hot. I didn't plan for it to happen, but it did. The thought of her undoing a few buttons played in my mind, and I wanted to enact it. It didn't surprise me when I felt a strain on my trousers. Ela did this to me. I already wanted her, and if she had perhaps gone with the pace I set, I would have made it out of the night still able to control myself. Now, the only thing on my mind was pinning her against the wall and kissing her all over. Why did she have to call me hot, and why did she use that tone? If she wanted to ruin me, she already had. I wiped my mouth off with the serviette and poured the red wine into mine and her cups on the table. I picked mine up and gulped it, then placed it down and remained silent. "You have been quiet." She said, wrapping her hand around her glass and taking the wine to her lip for a sip. She wasn't affected by the chaos
Imela’s POV The only thoughts on my mind as I wrapped up the work on my desk were Ocean, Marcel, and rest. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Ocean’s face when he saw his latest Transformers gift. His daycare sent his monthly report via email, and Ocean was the most well-behaved child there, always curious and asking questions. He was a good boy, and good boys get rewarded. Well, it was a competition at this point. Oliver has visited Ocean a few times in the past month, and the first time he visited after the attack, Marcel thanked him. He brushed it off lightly and then told him there was nothing to thank him for; it was an honour to have been able to do something. After he left, Marcel told me Oliver was a decent man, which I agreed with. The court denied Zion's bail while he awaited his trial after a professional evaluation found him unstable. A week ago, his trial began, and if he were found guilty, he would serve up to fifteen years in prison. Oliver thought he should be locke
Warning! Triggering chapter: violence. I didn't have to go into much detail for him to know something terrible had happened to his baby sister. "Oliver is coming," I informed her, but she didn't appear relieved by the news. She picked up the veil on her bed and threw it over her head. "We can't wait for him to get here and risk Eddie arriving home before him; we must leave. I need to leave." She rambled off. I understand where her fear was coming from and her need not to have to see her abuser or be forced to stay any longer in a place that reminded her of her abuse. That fear was unlike any other; I knew it too well, and she was not being dramatic. "Eddie has cameras all over the house. I know he already saw your arrival and will be coming over to stop us by any means necessary." I wanted to tell her he wouldn't dare lay a finger on me, but Nina knew her husband better than I did. He was probably a monster that would hurt anyone who got in his way. "Where are your bags?" I ask
The choice of where to take Nina was an obvious one. She had called me, and even though Oliver had stepped in to save the day, I had to keep them with me. Oliver follows behind us in his car to make sure Nina is okay. We arrived home, and I took them all in. "Mommy!" Ocean called happily as he raced down the stairs to meet me. I bent and took him into my arms. "Oh, baby, how are you?" "Fine!" He smiled, and just then, I realised I hadn't pick up the transformer toy I got him from the office before I left. I took nothing from the office except my phone because I was in a hurry. His eyes moved to Nina and Talia, and then Oliver and Jesse." "People are plenty, mommy." I laughed and nodded. "We have guests; we will have them for a while." "Okay," Ocean said. Monique came and took Ocean away so she could have him bathed for the night, and he followed her. "We'll be out of your hair as soon as I get back on my feet," Nina promised as we climbed the stairs that led to the bedroom tog
He broke the kiss and placed his forehead against mine. "Ela," his breath fanned over my face, causing weakening shivers through me."Olly," I called, and my hand stroked his face.His hand came to touch mine, and he pulled back. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that." He began rubbing his thumb over my hand.I scoffed, "You're sorry for kissing me?" I demanded in frustration. "What is this?" "I do not understand."My teeth gritted, and in anger, I beheld the hot man who just awakened desires deep within me—desires he wasn't ready to satisfy. "A month ago, you asked me out on a date; I shouldn't have agreed to it, but I did because I thought, why not? I don't know what I did that made you distance yourself from me, and now you're apologising for kissing me. It's like you want me but don't at the same time.""I want you.""That's not what I've felt in the past few weeks." I stepped away from him.He shut the door and followed behind, "What you have felt has been me trying to be a gen