Orla flung her phone on the car seat. She kneaded her fingers against her face, distress blanketing her. She missed three calls from the veterinary Doctor who was treating Betty and all efforts to reach him back had proved abortive.She was in the car with David, heading to the venue where Liam's award ceremony was supposed to take place. Callan had pushed her forward, he had an important business meeting to attend."Will you stay back?" David nodded his head, turning to stare briefly at Orla. His bright blue eyes met her sad ones and he smiled. "The Boss said he would be there before the show ends. He does not want me to stay back.""I see." She wasn't the type to attend parties and award shows, but it was unavoidable because she got married to a billionaire. She didn't fancy the fact she had to accompany him to every party, she wouldn't have gone to this too, but Liam was a friend and she didn't want to let him down. He made a gorgeous dress for her, it was only fair that she honou
The names of nominees were called out and the mic was passed onto the VIP that was to give out the award."We have great designers here in Dallas." The VIP Blondie said, smiling. Meticulously setting the mic in her hand, she looked at the crowd and continued. "The winner was chosen based on netizens' votes and of course, the brand's designs... Ladies and gentlemen, the award for the best fashion stylist in the city goes to Liam Stone.""That's it!" Orla yelled from her seat, "Give it up for Liam." She roared, sipping from the cup of wine in her hand. She didn't drink alcohol, but she was trying out a new thing this evening.A round of applause rumbled among the guests, honouring him as he took swift gaits to the stage to receive the award. He gave an appreciation speech and went back to sit down."Now, it's time to dance." The host was back to anchoring, "I'm certain you all invited your guests because we have so many activities left on our list. But for now, let's hit the dancefloor
Callan had gone for three weeks and two days. He had stayed away from her since the last time, not talking to her, not responding to her greetings until he travelled to France to meet with the real estate companies who were in charge of the new business he planned to venture into.Orla was well aware of the reason her husband was distant and it broke her heart into shreds.She had been all alone by herself, and Betty was getting sick again. She fed her the last piece of steak in her hand and watched her until she fell asleep in her arms.The house was empty without Callan. His absence made her life desolate and loathed that. Even though he didn't talk to her when he was at home, his presence in the house inexplicably encrusted her and she always yearned for it.She picked up her phone to call Callan with the number she had gotten from David a week after he travelled, but she couldn't bring herself to dial the number even though she so badly wanted to.She had no idea how long he'd bee
"I didn't do anything, Callan. I swear, I didn't do anything to anyone." Orla sobbed, clinging to Callan's arms. She was petrified. All her life, she had never been more scared than she was now.Callan had zero idea what she was jabbering, but he let her stay there, carefully patting her back to soothe her. "Stay here," he purred."She will come for me, they will come for me. They hate me, they all hate me." She muttered in a shaky voice. She slackened her grip on Callan and stepped away from him. "I can't stay here," tears trickled down her cheeks in folds. "Hey," He was stressed out after travelling for hours, but the fear that marred Orla's face was perturbing and he wanted to do something to help. It was obvious hugging her wouldn't do much and he had no idea what to do to someone who just awoke from a terrible dream. He didn't give a fuck if anyone was hurt, had terrible dreams or was even dying but he had been restless since he left the house and all that crammed his head was
"Go get dressed, we are going somewhere."That was all it took to get her out of the house and down to wherever they were now.Nothing more followed those words and now, they were in front of a skyscraper with different smaller buildings. She couldn't even point out where they were and why they were there.David set the car to a halt, securing a pass from the valet parking services. "Thank you, David," Callan said, smiling a little to ease the tension that compressed the car throughout the ride.They got out of the car and headed to one of the small buildings. Orla stopped in her tracks when they were close to the door, hands delicately attached to her sides, she glanced at Callan and asked. "Where is this place and why are we here?""You don't have to trust me. You just have to come in to feed your curiosity." Callan responded, kissing his teeth. Orla squinted, her eyebrows furrowing in worry. She trusted that Callan wouldn't sell her off to organ harvesters, he had a lot of money
"Halt your steps, Orla," Callan stated calmly as soon as they walked right into their bedroom. Fuck whatever nonsense he had said about not wanting her in the past, he wanted her now and he'd have her.Though his voice was calm, Orla could easily pick the authority in his tone and without hesitation, she stopped. Her hands trembled in her back, anticipating what Callan was about to do to her. He took off his blazer, and his shirt followed. He was half naked in front of her, causing her to swallow hard, admiring his perfect manly figure.With swift gaits like that of a Panther, he closed the distance between them and tilted her chin up to look at him. "Slow girl," he trailed his fingers all over her jaw, gently pinching and caressing her. He was just touching her, but a million wanton thoughts muddied up Orla's mind. Thoughts that made her panties ooze with slimy fluid, "Look at me," his husky voice growled, and his hand was now at the back of her head.She managed to shoot her chin u
They shouldn't have begun the whole thing if he wouldn't finish with her. Callan thought.He dug his nails in his hair, aggressively scratching his head. He was lost for words, lost of thoughts, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to that room.His cock jerked in his trousers. He was aroused and felt the need to spill out his seed. Teasing Orla had set him in the mood, he needed to have sex. Playing with himself was not his thing, but calling one of his whores to meet at the penthouse could satisfy his concupiscent needs that night.Without shilly-shallying, Callan fumbled his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone to dial the quickest number he could reach. He grabbed the car keys, buttoned up his shirt and dashed out of the living room before Orla showed up. He was subconsciously reminded of the fact that he was going to cheat on his wife again, but he ignored it. At that time, it was best for him to ignore it.His selfishness obscured other emotions as he drove towards t
Some days later.It still felt like a dream when the Vet told Orla that Betty had suffered from Feline Cardiomyopathy, the sudden collapse was due to exhaustion. The illness had gotten to its last stage and it was incurable.Orla protested, she had treated Betty a few months ago and nothing about the illness was said to her. It suddenly happened and was too late to stop. Betty couldn't make it, she died without a proper goodbye to her best friend.Orla's whole world crumbled when the news of Betty's death was delivered to her. She didn't believe it was true. It'd been two days, and she still didn't want to believe that Betty was gone for real. She was gone, leaving her alone in the cold world, there was no best friend anymore, and there was no Betty anymore.There was nothing to make her happy anymore, there was no one she could vent to anymore, no one she could cuddle up with, rant to, kiss, and play with. Even though Betty couldn't talk back when she ranted, she was relieved whenev