Giovanni Haynes
Mateo was right; tonight, I wasn't behaving like myself. Where was all that self-confidence I used to embody? It felt like Jasmine still held all the power over me, even after two years of silence between us, reminding me of the deep impact she had on my life. "Forget it. You probably don't even stand a chance with her," Mateo said, his voice laced with skepticism, as if trying to shake me from my reverie and bring me back to reality, but his words only fueled the fire of my determination. "You've lost it man, all that charm. You don't stand a chance with a beauty like that." That was it, Mateo was playing with fire. "Are you doubting me?" I asked him, a mix of annoyance and challenge in my voice. He shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze unwavering, and replied, "Are you doubting yourself?" His words cut deeper than I expected, forcing me to confront the insecurities bubbling beneath the surface. "Fine, let's make a deal," I declared, adrenaline surging through me. "I will not only go over there and get her number, but I'll make her fall in love with me—just give me two weeks." Mateo raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over his face, but there was a spark of intrigue in his eyes; I could feel the stakes rising in this game of confidence and charm. He smirks,"I'll give you a month, but what if she doesn't fall for your deceit? What will I get?" He smirked, leaning in with curiosity. "I'll give you a month, but what if she doesn't fall for your deceit? What will I get?" I met his gaze, determination igniting my response. "If she doesn't, then you can have the ten percent of my company you've been craving for, and if she does, then—" I paused. I stared at him, the weight of my words settling in. I have everything I wanted, thinking of something to ask for in return is a bit difficult. "When I have her falling on her knees for me in the next four weeks, then I'll let you know." The confidence in my voice masked the uncertainty bubbling underneath as I considered just how far I was willing to go to seal this deal. With a sly grin, he raised his glass, a silent toast to our unorthodox agreement. "I'll be looking forward to my ten percent share," he said, his eyes glinting with anticipation. I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I prepared to approach the target, the stakes higher than ever, knowing that every move I made would lead me closer to the ultimate goal—or to ruin. "Wait!" Mateo calls out, his voice cutting through my focus. I turn, glaring at him, annoyance flashing in my eyes as I ask, "What?" He just sits there, smirking, clearly enjoying the moment. "What do I get if... if you fall for her instead?" he asks, his smirk widening as he leans back in his chair, clearly relishing the thought. I stared at him, feeling puzzled. Was that supposed to be some sort of joke? Of all people, he should have known better than to make a comment like that. "That will never happen," I said confidently, turning back toward the spot where the woman had been seated. To my dismay, she was no longer there. I scanned the bar, my eyes darting around in search of her, but there was no sign of her anywhere. I took a seat and ordered more drinks. "Looks like neither of us will be gaining anything from this bet," I remarked. "Sorry, man," Mat said, giving my back a reassuring pat. "It's my fault you lost your chance, but on the brighter side, if it's meant to be, then it will be." "Shut it, Mat, you're speaking as if she was my last chance," I shot back, trying to keep my cool. "There are plenty of women out there; if anything, it's her loss." Ciara Mendes I need to get out of here; it was getting late. Tomorrow's interview was at ten in the morning, and I had to finish getting my notes organized. Although that wasn't the main reason, sitting a few tables away were two men, and it felt as if they were watching me. I might be wrong, but the last thing I want right now is for one of them to approach me. After what happened recently, I'm done with men for a while. Micah was still sitting with his Brittney look-alike; they seemed deep in conversation, and I didn't want to interrupt them. It had been a while since he dated anyone. The last woman he dated was only interested in him for his money. Micah was a handsome and brilliant man who could get anyone he wanted; I don't understand why he would settle for an exotic dancer who was only after his cash. Drowning my drink, I grabbed my purse and walked out of the bar. The streets of New York were filled with people; it's actually not that different from L.A., although I do prefer L.A. as a place to call home. After all, I was born there. The walk from Davinche Restaurant and Bar to the hotel took about five minutes. Once I finally arrived at room 202, I kicked off my heels and poured myself some red wine. I wasn't the biggest fan of wine, but after receiving so much at my engagement party, and with that relationship now broken off, I found myself carrying a bottle everywhere I went—often skipping the glass altogether. “Mmm,” I moaned, looking down into my glass. “At least you didn’t leave me, but maybe if you had feet, you would have, wouldn’t you?” I chuckled at the absurdity of talking to a bottle of wine, but in this moment of solitude, it felt oddly comforting to give voice to my loneliness. Giggling, I plopped down on one of the stools around the counter, still amused by my own chatter with the wine. Just then, my iPhone began vibrating, the phone jittering across the surface as it buzzed for attention. Curious, I leaned forward to see who was calling me. “What is this I heard about you not talking to your sister?” Her voice sliced through the air, sharper than the knives in my kitchen back home. I could almost feel the heat of her concern radiating from the phone, and it made me squirm uncomfortably on the stool. "Hello to you too, Mother," I replied, attempting to keep my voice steady despite the tension simmering between us. "Ciara, I don't have time for your foolishness, now answer my question," she shot back, her impatience echoing through the line. I laughed humorlessly, the sound hollow in the air; she never had time for me. She never made it to my preschool plays, couldn’t offer comfort during the heartbreak Troy Vixen handed me in ninth grade, and wasn’t even there three years ago when I nearly lost my life in that car accident. Her urgency now felt like a cruel reminder of all the moments she chose to miss, leaving me to navigate my pain without a mother. "I don't know, Mom," I shot back, my voice laced with bitterness. "Why don’t you ask your favorite daughter why she stole my fiancé months before my wedding? Ask her why she had her tongue down his throat while her husband and daughter were waiting for her at home." The words hung heavy in the air, a mix of pain and fury that I could no longer suppress, as I confronted her with the undeniable betrayal that had shattered my world. I wipe my tears and pour myself more wine, the silence stretching uncomfortably on the line. She hadn't hung up; I could still hear her breathing, but it felt as if the cat had gotten her tongue. I bet she never imagined her beloved Bridget could be the one to steal her little disaster's fiancé. I sigh, muttering "Bye, Mom," before ending the call, needing to reclaim my peace. I turned my attention to work, pushing aside any lingering thoughts of her because I had enough on my plate without adding the weight of our fractured relationship. It felt like a distant memory, long cremated and buried, a reminder that some ties were better left severed.Ciara Mendes Martha Haynes was not only a stunning woman but also radiated an extraordinary warmth that captivated everyone around her. As Micah and I stepped into their magnificent mansion, I was struck by the exquisite decor that surrounded us—a reflection of Martha's impeccable taste. Having interviewed numerous celebrities in their homes, I had come to expect nothing less than exceptional elegance, and this was certainly no exception."My husband should be here any minute. Unfortunately, my eldest son is out of town, but Richard is waiting for us in the living room, and Gio is getting ready," she explained as we made our way toward the living room, where the interview for the magazine article would take place."That's perfectly fine, Mrs. Haynes. We'll just set everything up while we wait," I informed her."Thank you, dear! I really appreciate that," she said with a warm smile. "I love your eyes. Do both of your parents have the same eye color?" she inquired, admiring my
Ciara Mendes The sound of heels clicking against the tiles drew my attention away from the iMac I was working on to the elegant beauty swaying into my small office. She walked with an air of confidence that was utterly justified; after all, anyone adorned in Louboutin heels, a designer peach dress that hugged their figure, and radiating an undeniable glow would undoubtedly exude such assurance."Evei—" I started to say, but before I could finish, she interrupted with an enthusiastic, "Surprise!"This was truly unexpected; just two days ago, she had mentioned she had a packed agenda but assured me she would be there for me once it was complete. I hadn't anticipated seeing her until the end of this week, or at least the beginning of the next.Getting up, I embraced her tightly in a hug, feeling a rush of warmth and relief. “I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon,” I confessed, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes, which sparkled with excitement."I know, but I had
Ciara Mendes For many years, I have attended charity events, largely thanks to my father, an Orthopaedic Oncologist and the proud founder of Johnathan Grant Public Hospital, named in honor of his great-grandfather. He has worked in numerous hospitals around the world, where he met my mother, who was pursuing a degree in fine arts at a college in Canada, her birthplace and upbringing. She was involved in a minor accident, attributed to her clumsiness, and upon arriving at the hospital, she encountered my father, who was working there that day. They fell in love and enjoyed a happy relationship until my mother made the choice to cheat, which she was caught in the act on a day when my dad and I returned home from the movies. That was a sight I will never forget, and it forever altered my perception of my mother. We weren't supposed to be home for another hour, but I had eaten something I was allergic to, which forced us to return home for my medicine. Ultimately, this unexpected deto
Ciara Mendes Every word that Evei and Navia spoke last night was spot on. My relationship with Fisher wasn’t meant to last; now that everything has crumbled like the Titanic, I can remember all the times when I should have reflected more deeply on our issues. If I had, I might have seen this coming.Fisher didn’t want kids, and nothing I said could change his mind. After we got married, he wanted me to move to Chicago with him, despite the fact that I was born and raised here. I truly enjoy living in Los Angeles.I always felt pressure to be perfect around him, and I vividly remember a few months ago when I dyed my hair a lighter shade. He was so upset that I had to change it back to its natural raven color immediately.The signs had always been there, but I had chosen to ignore them.After Micah dropped us off at my apartment, he stayed in the living room editing his pictures while Navia and Evei joined me in my room, offering their opinions and support that truly lifted my sp
Ciara Mendes I scrutinized the man with the low-cut brunette hair sitting across from me, his five o'clock shadow accentuating his jawline. His white shirt was wrinkled, and his blue eyes appeared bloodshot. It was clear that he wasn't taking this well, but who could blame him? He had been married and in love for six years."She refuses to sign the divorce papers unless she gets full custody of Zen. It's ridiculous; after everything she's done, she actually thinks she deserves full custody of my child! This entire process will now take at least twelve months or more. If she had only agreed to my terms, I could have been finished with her in just three months.""Calm down, Alaric." I pushed his latte toward him, and he took a sip before running his palms over his face.After my lunch with Dad earlier, I reflected on our conversation. He made several valid points, and I realized I needed to consider some of his suggestions. This prompted me to call Alaric as soon as I returne
Ciara Mendes "A strip club, Eve? Are you serious right now?" The woman shrugged her shoulders in response.I should have anticipated something like this the moment the persistent model insisted—more like compelled me—to wear this utterly ridiculous choice of clothing. Clearly, this was what she had up her shimmery silver sleeves.Sure, it might not have been a bad idea if there were male strippers shaking their goods while I threw my hard-earned money at them, but instead, there were only women dancing around in tiny scraps of fabric—and a few who had chosen to wear nothing at all."You didn't want to meet a guy, so I figured, why not meet a girl instead? There are plenty here who would love to help you get over your troubles," she said, pouring Navia a glass of brandy. We were in a secluded VIP room surrounded by soundproof glass, allowing us to see everything happening below while remaining unnoticed. It felt like a private box, with small sections on each sid
Ciara Mendes Today, Evei is heading to Paris, unfortunately, work commitments summoned her to walk the runway at the Ritz Paris Hotel as a Victoria's Angel. Meanwhile, Navia departed on Saturday night to continue her final year at Brown University, where she is pursuing a degree in Marine Biology.Eve and I had met all of Micah's girlfriends, and out of everyone he dated, Navia was our favorite. Eve suggested that the next time Navia visits, we should plan a girls' trip to the Bahamas."Are you sure you'll be alright?" Evei asks, squeezing ketchup onto Zendra's fries.The blue-eyed four-year-old arrived early Saturday morning, and so far, she's been nothing but an angel. Thanks to Eve, her waist-length hair was neatly styled into two playful ponytails. We were having lunch at Sweet Tooth Diner, where almost everything served had a touch of sweetness—from their naturally made sauces and tender chicken to the delectable pastries and even the vibrant vegetable salads. T
Ciara Mendes "I need you to cover something compelling that people will want to read about. The last great story you did was on Richard Haynes."I have been sitting in my boss's office for about five minutes, listening to her critique my work. This is the first time I've faced criticism like this; during my last year of high school, I wrote an article on Thomas McHenry, a chemistry teacher who was sexually harassing girls at the school.I had suspected he was shady after that one time in class when he touched my butt and then profusely apologized when I turned around to stare at him in shock. He claimed he was reaching for something and accidentally made an inappropriate touch. At the time, I was naïve, and since it was just that one incident, I let it slide.After that incident, I started keeping a close watch on him, realizing the only way to expose his behavior was through the school newspaper. I shared my story with the editor-in-chief, but it was criticized for