"Aria, I'm talking to you." Robert's father said, his gaze sliding from Robert to her.
She gave a small smile. She was well aware that she had to answer his questions as concisely as possible. According to Robert, he hated beating around the bush—he preferred answers that were straight to the point."My dad is late, but my mom is aware, and of course she approves of it." Her stomach twisted at the lie she had told; she hadn't even told her mom about Robert.Talk more about their business together. She knew her mother would be disappointed in her, not because, due to her need for money, she went ahead to make this kind of deal with him, but because she deliberately hid it from her because she feared her mother's reaction when she would hear the circumstances under which she meant Robert."I'm sorry about your father's death." He replied, his eyes filled with concern. It was the first time his expression had shifted from a formal, straight look,As she watched Robert's retreating figure disappear, she drew her hair backwards and faced an apologetic smile. "If you'd excuse me, please, I have to go."She walked briskly, climbing up the stairs, finding herself in a passage. She knocked on the first door, opening it to the room he had entered. She stepped into it, scanning her eyes wide in search of him. She took in the room; it was neatly arranged, and a smell of something putrid she couldn't quite place, maybe weed, lingered in the air. Robert wasn't in view, and he didn't smoke, so she had to leave here as soon as possible.Her curiosity got the best of her when her legs trudged toward the bedside, her heels clicking against the tiles. She walked towards the room, which was neatly laid with sparkling white bedspread and clothed pilows with the same white lined themselves horizontally near the headboard. Her eyes darted towards the table lamp next to the bed. Atop it was a lighter andThe door bolte
"When are you ever going to be ready to talk about it?" Aria asked, hoping he'd change his mind and just don't tell her what she needed to know about the Becky situation instead of start racking her brain to come up with possible theories."Why do you care? Isn't this just a business to you like it is to me?" Robert raised his tone like anger was stored inside of him, and she was startled because she had not expected him to act like that. But she wasn't going to show him that his words had hit her like bullets because that would only make him know that he had some sort of power over her and she wasn't really for that kind of relationship with him.She folded her arms below her chest. "It's not that serious; I just wanted to know, and to answer your question, yes, this is just a business between the both of us.""Good," he responded, then thinned his lips as if to prevent him from saying the remaining words that he had left unsaid."
When she came out of the bathroom, he had already changed the sheets and replaced them with a new sparkling one, and she had also taken the drugs he had given her. The pain had subsided a little bit. His head tilted in her direction when he noticed that she had come out. He was standing, scanning for clothes he could give her as she was still in the white towel."You look white," she said."Yeah, I do... It's one of my favorites." He answered, staring at her in scrutiny. You wouldn't blame him because the last time he saw Aria, she had been writhing in pain. The way he stared at him made her extremely conscious, and she wondered how much of this feeling she would have to endure since they would be staying together throughout the night."It seems like you feel better now." It was more of a statement than a question, but she nodded, affirming him."So this," he said to her, stretching a pair of biker shorts and singlets to her.
Aria still hadn't recovered from the occasional sharp pains, and she'd decided not to form any weird conclusions about them because that would only add to her problems. She stood in front of the mirror, dressing up and mentally preparing herself to meet Robert as her boss, not her husband. Yesterday, they'd shared a wonderful moment as they cuddled without saying a word to each other. She liked it and hoped it would last forever, but that wasn't possible. The thought made her lips curl in a smile, and she rubbed her palm against her sides, hand, and waist, the places where he'd touched, hoping to recreate the feeling, but that wasn't possible. It was by far the best time she'd had in a while, and she appreciated her period for coming so early; she wasn't sure that he was going to pay her such attention if it hadn't shown up. "Anna," she called out to her, who was still sleeping and stirring in the bed, soft moans escaping her lips."Hmm," the young lady muttered,
Robert paced around his office, adrenaline pumping through him as though he were thinking about how he was going to make his father proud now that he had been chosen to represent him at the conference. He would represent his father well, and that would make him know that every position that he handed over to him instead of Harry had been a great choice. He wondered how Harry thought that since he had been accepted into the house, he had the license to sow where he had not reaped. Over his dead body, he does not allow some atrocity to take place. He was the son of his mother, and he'd not allow such to happen. He was a child brought under the roof when his mother died because his father knew it was a disrespectful thing to do, so why should he accept him?He walked back to his seat and sat back, crossing and uncrossing his legs at the ankles and shaking them. He was anticipating the conference; he knew he was going to be seated among great people, and that could boost his co
Harry strolled to the kitchen to make coffee before dressing up for work and to have a meeting with the representative of the spy agency. He didn't know what the meeting was going to look like, so he had no expectations. But one thing was certain: he was a bit scared because he didn't want to expect it, and he felt like he had already come this far to turn back. He wanted someone to accompany him, but he didn't have anyone to call all his friends in Brooklyn and ever since he moved to New York City, he had not kept in touch with them, so slowly the friendship had deteriorated. He'd have told Get-High to accompany him, but he still owed him money, so that wouldn't be possible, and there was no way on earth that he wouldn't ask for his money. He sighed; he had to pay up soon. He had been standing at the counter and taking small sips; now he had to go to try his best to meet up with the meeting so he wouldn't give an impression. When he stepped into the room, he remembered wh
When he searched for Robert via Google, his pictures popped up, and he turned the phone towards Romeo and showed them to him."Here," he said.Romeo squinted, and then something like confusion crossed his face as his veins popped on his forehead. "This is him?" He asked, blinking his eyes."Uhmm yeah." Harry responded, asking himself why he needed the confirmation again and why he was looking surprised. Had he expected something else?"I'm afraid I can't go on with this." Romeo responded, shaking his head, and stood on his feet, about to take his exit."W-wait," Harry called out. "You can't just leave me like this. Is there a problem?" He asked, his lips parted and his face rumpled in bewilderment."I'm afraid this is against our company's policy. We remain loyal to those who constantly use our services. I will not be providing any more information if you still do not understand. Have a great day." Romeo finis
Harry scratched his dreadlocks, excitement bubbling within him as he paced around his office. He never for once believed that a day like this would come when Robert would be at mercy, asking for his help. Harry paused. On a second thought, Robert wasn't necessarily asking for his help because he knew he wouldn't refuse an offer to replace him. It would benefit him too. Robert had to call him because he was his last option. Even with this knowledge, Harry still felt special and visible.As he walked around, he punched the air with his fist and muttered, "Yes." Finally, he had the chance to fill in Robert's shoes. His eyes roamed around to see if anyone had caught him, which was clearly impossible because he was in the office alone.Then his phone buzzed with a message. It was an email containing a file of what Robert was supposed to teach. His eyes eagerly darted around the document, and he read the heading—When Tech Meets Construction. He assured himself he was going to teach the topi
Aria tried to memorize all she had learnt for her final exams while she texted Robert who was keen on distracting her. She had herself to blame though, she was the one who kept on texting him like she wouldn't see him later when he came home.A: Can you let me study?R: Can you let yourself study? You keep responding to my text when you know you shouldn't.A: that's because I can't help it and I always want to talk to you.R: That sounds cute but I'm going to have to stop responding to you. Meaning I'm not going to reply to your texts if you send another one after this.Robert kept his word. The next messages she said afterwards to him were left unanswered as she brought her mind back to her books so she could study. When she finished studying, she texted him back that she was done and she was heading to the shelter where she now volunteered. The shelter was a safe place for people who suffered abusive relationships and grief who needed other people who could understand them. It also
Aria had been looking forward to this dinner just like her husband. She noticed how happier her husband seemed after his meeting with Harry. Robert didn't give her the details, he just told her they got to discuss at length and they were now on good terms. Aria asked Anna if she wanted to come alone with them but she refused, saying she wanted to watch cartoons at home. Aria sighed and nodded.Now she and Robert were prepared for the dinner. Robert was dressed casually but since hadn't gone out in a while, she took this as an opportunity to scan through her outfits and combine them aesthetically. She finally settled for a short chiffon, a piece of jewelry and silver heels."Now look at how I look like your bodyguard standing beside you," Robert joked while he held her waist from the side and kissed her hair. "You look beautiful my queen." He complimented."So do you so, my love." She blushed. His muscular arm was evident under the shirt he wore and his biceps rippled. Aria imagined ta
Harry couldn't bear the guilt of what he did and he kept thinking about whether to tell Robert about it or not. They've been getting along just fine and they've recently been texting online and it's been amazing. They mostly spoke about their father's health, work and just random stuff. It felt like they were in a talking stage, they were starting to know each other very well, something they would have done years ago, but it took this long to achieve which wasn't really bad. Lauren and her husband loved this new change and they supported it more by inviting Aria and Robert for dinner. They conveyed the information through Harry and Robert loved the idea and agreed to show up with his wife.Harry's mind kept bugging him, he couldn't act all friendly with Robert when in the past he had previously tried to sabotage his career. Now they were getting along, he didn't want anything to come between this new found friendship. He was going to tell Robert about all of it, he'd soon go back to s
Anna was getting better and she no longer cried about the death. She was starting to carry on without her life. She now ate, watched cartoons and giggled about funny things like she used to do before she heard about the news. Aria loved the change, it brought a smile to her lips that her sister had successfully escaped the confinement of grief.Aria felt like her life was worth more and she hadn't explored as she should have. She was too carried away with external factors and had forgotten to be the main character of her life. This was what her mother would have wanted for her, now that she was gone, she had the strong urge to pick up her life. Not that she hadn't been living before but he was ready to live as her capacity would allow. She wanted to go to therapy and then go back to school. Therapy first, because she wanted to unpack all that happened to her in the past month, heal and understand better in what direction her life should take. Aria realized she wasn't really okay and s
Harry had already resigned to his fate as soon as his mother told him about everything. He knew that one day, this would happen, now in the moment, he felt nothing at all. He just keenly watched the scene unfold. The only thing that troubled him was that the internal turmoil his mother felt was visible and he felt sorry for her."I said go on," his father said, growing impatient.Matteo stared at Lauren, hoping she would change her mind but he just looked scared without saying a word."Say whatever you have to say, you heard my dad." Harry added, looking at Matteo with disdain. The reaction Matteo got was different from what he expected. He smiled nervously, staring at all of them. Harry knew he was finding it difficult to comprehend with the way no one seemed to be grovelling at his feet not to spill like he expected. His face hardened again, "So your wife here lied to you.""About what?" His father instinctively touched Lauren and his eyes darted between her and Matteo."About a lo
As Robert drove them home, he felt a sense of relief that his father didn't have to stay at the hospital for more than a day. Robert hated the hospital, not in the strong sense of aversion kind of way, but he felt like the hospital wasn't really a place a sick person needed to be. He couldn't place a finger on why he thought that but he didn't think a sick person deserved to hear about more people dying and inhaling the weird antiseptic that dominated the air. And most people he knew who stayed in the hospital for months due to one illness or the other didn't make it alive, for example his mom and Aria's mom. So for that reason he was happy that his father didn't have to stay there longer than the day he was brought in.His father coughed and he briefly glanced back. Lauren was sitting next to him, holding his hands which moved to rub his arm.Harry who was near Robert stretched the water he held to his father. "I hope you're okay." He asked.His father nodded and for the rest of thei
"Dad!" Robert kept screaming as his father held his neck almost like he was getting constricted.He continued coughing as Robert tried to offer him the water. His hands become shaky as he contemplated running out to tell Lauren about what was happening to her husband. He blinked his eyes as he watched his father fight for air and then he sprang out of the room to inform Lauren."Lauren, the ambulance! Dad is dying," he said breathlessly. Her eyes widened in horror as she placed a call to the ambulance with shaky hands. "My husband -"Robert zone out, his mind conjuring the worst scenarios. Soon the ambulance arrived and lauren and Bryan accompanied his father while he was wheeled away. He grabbed his carkeys as he made his way to enter his when he saw Harry scratching his hair as walked closer to him."Can i go come along?" Robert watched him stutter before he nodded."Thank you," he said shyly before they both entered the car. They drove in silence before Robert's curiosity got the
Robert told him he couldn't continue thinking about his father without making the necessary move therefore he had to go to his house and have the conversation. He didn't even know he loved his father this much. The past months without hearing his voice made him feel like something was missing and he was tired of feeling that way. It was kind of feeling he had to end because it ruined him. Yeah, he didn't care nor think about the consequences or aftermath of the action he was going to take as he drove down there. He had told Bryan to inform him if Dad was at home and the little boy did it as soon as he could because he wanted his big family back. When Bryan told him he was now on talking terms with his mother, Lauren, a big smile spread across his face and he remembered how he wasn't talking to his own father and he knew he had to fix that as well.Robert got to the house bracing himself for the conversation they were going to have.He saw Lauren sitting in the sitting room like the pre
Anna has been moody since Aria told her about her mother's death. She had to tell her though, she couldn't stall it any longer. She wasn't crying anymore but she barely spoke nor showed excitement about anything as she would have before. Anna took that as a sign, she was grieving silently, which was okay. She had to express herself in whichever way she deem fit. As much as she wished Anna didn't have to feel this way, it was necessary and had to happen. Aria glanced across where Anna was lying on the sofa, covering herself with a duvet as her eyes darted between the TV where her favourite cartoon was flickering and her phone in her hands."You sure you're not hungry?" Aria asked again for the third time.She raised her gaze and shook her head."Why? Food is important." Aria asked, worried. "At this point, I'll have to force you to eat something even if you claim not to be hungry."Anna adjusted her lying posture to a sitting one, putting her foot on the floor. "Trust me, I'll eat when