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
Ciara Mendes "Ciara, although I've never met this guy, I genuinely think you should go out with him." I picked up my phone from the tiled floor beside the bathtub, where Zendra sat playing with the large doll that Giovanni Haynes had given her.He had shown up on Wednesday with a jar of Sugar Daddies, just like the one I kept on my desk, as a gesture of apology for eating the last one. Zen and I were on our way back from lunch when we encountered him on the first floor. As soon as he saw us, he stood there with his mouth slightly agape, but the surprised expression vanished when Zen, pointing at him, asked, "Aunty, who is the pweety man staring at us?" He smiled warmly at her in response. On Thursday, he showed up again, and I considered calling security, but he asked if he could gift Zendra a doll nearly as tall as she was, leaving me unable to say no. All she had to do was look at me with those large blue eyes, and I felt as though she had delivered an eloquent speech to
Ciara Mendes The door of my small office swung open, and in walked Mrs. Florence, elegantly dressed as always. She wore a stunning blue silk suit, and her curled hair cascaded gracefully down her shoulders. “Ciara, I found your next story,” she announced. Before I could respond, she dropped a magazine on my desk and took a seat opposite me. On the cover was the man who had been stalking me for the past few days. “Lit covered a story on the number one most important man in LA, as their title says, but they only covered the boring stuff,” Mrs. Florence said, leaning in with a glint of excitement in her eyes. The picture of Giovanni Haynes on the cover did him little justice; the photographer had clearly missed the mark. I would never admit it, especially not to that self-centered man-whore, but in person, he was undeniably more handsome, with an intriguing charm that the photograph utterly failed to capture. He was leaning against one of the sexiest cars I had ever seen,
Giovanni Haynes Dining in such a small diner was not typically my scene, but I couldn't complain since Ciara had chosen it. I waited for her on the patio, surrounded by palm trees and watching the vehicles pass by. I must say, it was a very calm and comfortable environment.“Cousin, I’m telling you, that woman is crazy! You should take a break for a while,” Mateo says on the other line. "I'm beginning to think you're right. I've overlooked her mischievous and vindictive behavior for far too long.""I can't believe she had the audacity to threaten sweet Heather," Mateo said, his voice laced with disbelief. I chuckled at his statement, sensing the gravity beneath his humor; Miss Lambert was truly unlike any woman he’d ever dated. Yet, that never stopped him from flirting shamelessly with her every time he walked into the office."So when can we discuss my percent in Anton Industry?" Mateo asked, shifting the conversation."Not anytime soon," I assured him, my focus dri