“This is quite an extravagant surprise, I must say,” words finally came out of my mouth. Jacque was standing beside me, his eyes cast on the table before us, ensuring everything was set where it was supposed to be. “Thank you, Lucas. Really, you didn't have to.” I added, sharing eye-contacts him. He moved away from Vivian as if she was suffering from a deadly illness, and stood near the rails, his hands in his pockets. “It was no bother,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders calmly. I could not keep my eyes off them, as they stood on the higher floor, together. Vivian left the vicinity and disappeared into the right wing where her room was. I shifted uneasily as we all watched her leave, giving her her moment to grace us with her astonishing beauty. I was envious of her, truth be told. She was a successful lady with a lot to admire – her confidence, her arrogance, her self-awareness, all these were traits I lacked. I admired her clothes, she always seemed to look flashy and on-tren
I had a piece of everything I could devour, and the satisfaction that I felt afterward was one for the books. The juices in every bite and the crunch in every pastry were exactly what I needed in my life. Jacque poured me a glass of vintage wine from France which contained some espresso and chocolate flavor, leaving my tongue craving more of the tannic drink. “Thank you, Lucas. This was amazing!” I told him, looking at him as he sat casually on the seat, barely touching his food. His eyes were cast on me still, which made me feel naked again. “Lucas! Did you hear me?” I asked, concerned. Still, he did not shift his eyes, which were now traveling down my chest. I hit my fork lightly on the fork, which made him snap back to the dining room. “Huh? Sorry! You said something?” He asked, embarrassed that he had been caught red-handed. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah, don't mind me. I'm good.” He cleared his throat, changing positions on his seat. He was sitting across from me, and his
I stayed in my room, thinking about Charlotte. She had enjoyed the surprise I had Jacque prepare for her, which filled me with contentment. As I lay on my bed, I could not help but anxiously wonder where our date tomorrow would be. As much as I had looked forward to having a swim with her, this other option was much better. We had not heard a serious conversation since her arrival, and I felt both scared and hopeful that we would get a chance tomorrow. I made a mental note to ask my assistant to find the best restaurants to take her, as I rarely ever put much thought into dates. When I moved to New York, my heart was still broken by the distance between Charlotte and I. When girls tried to flirt with me on campus, I would bawl them away disinterested. When Mark and I became close, he often tried showing me the tricks of dating, assuming that I was just scared to confront girls. The truth of the matter was that I was not interested in anyone else but my Lotte. As late as I was in pr
I opened the door to see Vivian leaning on my door frame with a bottle of scotch in her hand. She seemed pretty drunk already, and if not for her slight stagger, I would have failed to notice as she perfectly applied make-up did not give any hint of insobriety. She smiled when our eyes met, and I could not help but ponder on whether she had heard my moans before. For how long had she been standing there? “Hi Vivian, how long have you been standing there?” I voiced out my thoughts unconsciously, worried about what she might think of me. “Oh, why darling? Were you having a sex chat?” She laughed, as she staggered into my room, not awaiting a welcome. As much as I admired her, I despised how socially intelligent she was. “No, I just-“ “Don’t fret about it, honey! It’s acceptable.” She fell on my bed, which sprang her up as soon as she landed as if her weight had taken it by surprise. I walked towards her, shutting the door behind me as I heard another door along the hallway open.
I woke up a few minutes before my alarm rang, and popped into the shower, feeling energetic for the day. I played some old nineties, pumping myself with some Nirvana and 2Pac, as I readied myself for the day. My office calendar displayed only two appointments and one meeting with the board, which was a pretty good thing for me as I had fewer people to worry about. I had asked my assistant to reschedule everything else that came past one o’clock in the afternoon, as I planned to close my business day by noon. I picked up my black jeans, while polo t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, and paired them with white Nikes. The casual look was set to make Charlotte more comfortable during our lunch date, as suits had a tendency of bringing unnecessary attention my way. I walked out of the room, singing along to Lionel Richie’s Stuck on You, as I set my Ray-Ban sunglasses on my t-shirt neckline. I passed by Charlotte’s room and heard no movement. There was no light seeping out either. Instin
Someone was shaking me vigorously, bringing me back to the sad reality around me. I reluctantly opened my lids, groaning quietly at the realization that I had to wake up and go on with my life. There was a bright light that filled my room, proving that dawn had come. I reached out for my phone, hoping that all this was a dream and I could go back to sleep. The bright light from my phone hurt my eyes and I was about to click it shut when I saw the time displayed on the screen. Shit! It was forty minutes past six in the morning. The conference usually kicked off at eight o’clock, but my unwanted anxiety convinced me to always arrive minutes earlier to get the best seat for myself. “Shit, shit, shit!” I bolted to the bathroom and took a quick shower, completely ignoring Lucas who sat on my bed, looking quite puzzled. I knew how concerned he was, but I had no time to explain anything to him, not that there was anything I could say. I scrubbed my body furiously as if getting rid of the
The meeting with the board proceeded swiftly, and my eleven o’clock appointment was quick and precise. My moods stayed on high, almost making me dance along the hallways. I sat in my office with my assistant, quickly concluding on the presentation details for the Chinese investors’ final proposal. I had to bag that investment as it would double the company’s profits and expand our reach globally. My assistant had been in this job position for only a year after I fired the previous one for sexual assault. She had learned the job quickly and had become one of the two favorite people in my work life. The other was Mark, who was missing from the earlier meeting, with no apology. I made a mental note to call him after work. “By the way, Luce, what hotel would you recommend for a nice lunch?” “Sir?” she asked me, turning back around to look at me. It was the first time that Luce and I spoke of matters not concerning the company, and I bet she was amused by my question. “I have a friend v
Four years ago I was an intern at Kerrington right after my graduation and was only fortunate to get that job after a recommendation from the vice-chancellor. Everyone in the office seemed amiable, and making friends - which was never my strong suit - was not a scary thing. The first person to approach me was Rita. My first impression of her was a loud, out-spoken lady who puts more effort into her dressing than her actual job. I often found a paper drawing on her desk with a new dress on it. Her art was highly remarkable. She introduced me to everyone else at the office, telling me about the people to keep close to and those to stay away from. We became close instantly, and it was as if our bond was just waiting to be locked all this while. "What dreams do you have in this life?" She asked me one time as we walked to the office parking lot together. Rita was seeing someone at the time, but never mentioned his name as she claimed it was not official yet, and she did not want to j
“Did you all think that I was going to let you off so easily, huh?” Vivian shouted from behind. The crowd gaped in surprise as they watched her stagger to the front, knocking down some of the arrangements that had been placed symmetrically on the ground. She was clearly drunk. “You and your family came to ruin my life and you think you can escape that easily!” Vivian laughed out loud, devilishly. “No, honey! You got it all wrong! Vivian Kent never accepts defeat.” Lucas stomped over to meet her in the middle of the aisle and with all his strength, he pulled her back all the way to the end. She was screaming and wincing in pain, demanding him to get his hands off her. Lucas was not about to do that. “Let me go, Lucas! I will not tell you again!” she shouted loudly. Before she could utter another word, a louder roar was heard from the left side of the audience. It was Terrence. Jenny had invited him for the wedding, and as a form of respect, he had taken the first plane to Atlanta to
The wedding setup looked as beautiful as the Heavens were imagined to look. The aisle divided the white seats into half, leading up to the altar that overlooked the Chattahoochee River. The sun had just risen, covering the surface of the water with its orange rays, as if contributing to the wedding theme.At the front, the couple’s family had designated seats and the planner had even left a seat for Aunt May as per Jenny’s wishes. The peach and white flower arrangements were placed along the sides of the aisle creating a romantic and lush aisleway from the entrance all the way to the altar.White florals and pampas grass had been used to create a modern eclectic boho feeling that was highlighted by the rustic wedding arch at the altar. From the sight of the venue, it was clear to see Aunt May’s presence around them, and their influence on their lives. Rita had gone out to inspect the venue for the umpteenth time in a bid to calm Jenny’s anxiety down which left her running around and
Lucas had bottled up all his wrath until the moment he heard Charlotte’s voice, calling out for Noah. He turned his head swiftly towards her, stunned by her interference in their direct family matters. This was a thing that Lucas felt he had to do alone, and now that the control was off his hands, he was unsure of what to expect.“What is wrong with you, Charlotte?” Lucas asked her, pulling her down to her seat. She was reluctant to go back down.“Noah, wait, this can’t end like this,” Charlotte said, her focus directed entirely on Noah and not the man who was currently tugging at her arm. The guard was about to walk him back to the seat but Noah resisted. He remained rooted to the floor.“Noah! We came here to tell you that you didn’t have to die sad and guilty anymore. Lucas came here to let you know that as much as you hurt him, he did not want you to carry the weight of your sins to the grave. It’s the first reunion in decades, it was definitely meant to be difficult. But it was n
The two doors opened simultaneously and Noah Benjamin limped out into the hall. The orange jumpsuit he wore was baggy around his frame and his face was time-worn, cutting him out to be a man of the age. His grey-white hair was wizened and straw-like, and his beard was patched up around his face, almost covering his entire skin. From afar, his eyes appeared sad and worn, but I could tell they lit up when he saw eyes as he neared. He tried fastening his pace towards Lucas, but his unsteady feet could not let him hurry.“Lu- cas,” he called out as the guard behind him helped him to his chair. I was rooted to my seat, still holding Lucas’s hand for support. His eyes were lasered on Lucas whose face seemed totally disinterested in whatever the old man had to say.“Lucas, my son. Is that you?” he called out again. His voice was weak and rough, and he seemed to be using the remaining energy in his bones to call out for his son. Lucas still did not respond.“I never thought I would ever see
The prison area was fenced six feet high with electric barbed wire all around the huge parcel of land. There was pin drop silence all around the neighborhood which made me feel like we were entering the devil’s study room. My eyes were focused on the front gate which was past the field where many men stood outside, staring at us while murmuring to each other. I drove to the front gate where manned guards stood with huge firearms around their torsos, their fingers ready on the trigger. A tall slender man approached me on the driver’s side, requesting for our identification and purpose of visit. After a long process of security checks and document verification, we were let inside.The field was bigger from the inside than it seemed outside. We parked next to the main block. I had taken three days to assure myself that I needed to do this now, but as we parked outside, all I wanted was to turn around and go back home. I sat there silently; my mind froze from the world outside my body.
The dress that Rita had designed for Jenny fit her like a glove. Clearly, it had been tailored just for her. She stood in front of the mirror for a while, her eyes filling up with tears as she stared at her reflection in utter disbelief. It was still taking a while for her to come to terms with the fact that she was about to become Anthony’s wife.“You… you are so beautiful, my baby,” her mother cried out from her bed. Jenny watched her reflection in the mirror, forcing a smile on her face as she nodded. The beauty before her had left her dumbfounded. Jenny had never fancied a big white wedding like her sister Charlotte did when they were young, but she always hoped to find a good man to settle down for as long as life allowed. And here she was, getting what she prayed for and more.Charlotte stood up from the seat in the corner and walked over to her sister, standing bedazzled by her side. She put her arms on her shoulder and looked into the mirror. Her face was wet with tears of joy
But I just need to make sure that as we move forward, we won’t end up regretting anything from the past…Charlotte’s words kept ringing in my ears as I sat through a meeting with Korean investors in the afternoon. The three men all dressed in matte black suits were interested in investing in the petroleum company that Mark and I ran. As they discussed business and partnership matters, my mind revolved around my past which seemed to follow me everywhere I went.I knew Charlotte did not mean to force me to meet Noah, but deep down, I knew I needed to shed off the skin, and that meant meeting him even if it was for the last time.“Thank you, Mr. Benjamin. We look forward to our next meeting,” one of the investors said as he stretched out his hand to shake mine. They were all standing up, which stopped my train of thought and brought me back to the four-cornered office.“Yes, thank you all too. Let me show you out,” I said to them as I walked around my table and opened the door for them.
One week laterJenny, Rita, and I were all together in my apartment, surfing through the internet to find the best event planners for her upcoming wedding. Jenny seemed calmer than I imagined she would be. However, as her support system, we still insisted on being by her side just in case that changed abruptly. The anxiety of being both married and a mother was bound to spill out from her soon, and we did not want her to go through it all alone.“Do you think I should invite Terrence?” Jenny asked. I looked up stunned, noticing how all the eyes were fixated on me in wait for my response.“I don’t know, do you want to invite him?” I turned the focus around.“I don’t know. He was once a part of this family at some point, so I just thought it might be cordial to have him around,” Jenny said.“Mh,” I sighed and immediately returned my attention to the tablet screen in front of me. I did not want to dictate her audience, but I knew agreeing to her question meant that I was the one inviting
The rest of the time on the island went by smoothly, and before we could create enough memories to last us a lifetime, it was time for each one of us to go back to the real world. “Did you have a great time?” I asked Charlotte while we were still in bed. It was half past eight in the morning, and the ship captain was scheduled to come to pick us all up at noon. “I had the best time of my life, Lucas. Thank you for everything,” she responded. “You don’t need to keep thanking me for doing the minimal things for you. you deserve so much more,” I told her. I kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly under the sheets, not willing to let go of her anytime soon. She smiled warmly. “We did not discuss how this works from now on. Kerrington Publishers had just launched earlier this year, and hence we don’t have any branches in New York, or anywhere else for that matter. And it would be selfish of me to ask you to live with me in Atlanta since you are mostly based in New York. I don’t want