“Midget?” Lucas asked, snapping me from my reminiscence and back to the car where we sat quietly. The leather finish in the car bore a scent that blended perfectly with the musky note from the air freshener, calming me down from my high spirits. Lucas had his hand on mine, rubbing it gently as he stared at me with concern in his eyes. I was hesitant to continue with this conversation as it would spoil the afternoon for us. Our friendship break-up was not an incident worth recollecting. “Let’s just forget it, for now, Lucas,” I withdrew my hand from him and straightened my dress. “Okay then, whatever you say,” he agreed, breathing the engine to life and powering out of the hotel’s basement. The ride to the location which was unknown to me was still. None of us said a word, and only heard the frequent hissing sounds of the air conditioner. My head was turned away from him, staring outside to look at the buzz of the city. New York was much more interesting than any city I had ever vis
Luce was capable of pulling things together, and the picnic set was remarkable, considering the little time she had to bring it to existence. I got out of the car, texting her to thank her for the arrangements. She replied: “Do I get a raise then?” I chortled to myself, putting my phone inside my pocket. Charlotte seemed to enjoy the vicinity as she walked around with her arms wide open, embracing every moment. Her dress flew with the waves of the breeze, and the black strands of her hair glossed brighter under the sun. She is so beautiful. “Wow! This is beautiful, Lucas. Did you plan this?” she asked me with uncertainty in her voice. I was also taken by surprise by the breathtaking beauty of the view, but could not disclose it to her as I needed to take credit for the date. “Why do you sound like you don’t believe this is my idea?” I asked, feigning offense. I walked towards her with a hand on my chest, pretending to be hurt by her disbelief in me. Did she not perceive me to be a
I stared at my phone, unsure of whether I was emotionally ready to talk to anyone. The confrontation between Lucas and I left my lips dry and my soul frail. I took deep breaths as I rubbed my arms, hoping to calm myself. I opened the bottle of apple juice that was half empty and took gulps from it, quenching the thirst and moistening my throat. Lucas had disappeared from sight, leaving me alone with my unanswered questions as if they were rhetoric. The phone kept ringing, forcing me to pick it up, just to silence the air once more. “Hey love,” Terrence spoke on the other line, sounding ecstatic. “Hi Terrence,” I responded, my voice slowly coming back to normal. “Terrence? Babe, are you okay? Since when am I just Terrence to you? Is something the matter?” I could hear the concern in his voice, but at this point, it sounded like a clingy need. “Sorry, yeah, I am fine, just exhausted,” I said in a flat tone. I really regretted picking up my phone, not because I did not love him, but
Vivian was beyond mere annoyance after the morning saga with Lucas. It had been over eight years of being friends and lovers, and in none of those did he ever fight with her like that. There had been disagreements before, but this had crossed a line and she needed to know why. She spent her day in the mansion, perusing magazines and social media pages. She was followed by many other celebrities and took free hours like this to comment with a bunch of love hearts on their posts. This was seen as a way of enhancing friendship online, and Vivian liked to fake it until it seemed real. After hours of being online, she opened her email application which had hundreds of unread emails begging to be opened. The first thought in her head was firing her assistant whose unwritten job description entailed reading and replying to emails. Vivian despised laziness and all its look-alikes and was about to make the call when she saw headlights flashing as a car approached the mansion. Lucas and Ch
"Madame Charlotte, you are early today. Heading somewhere?" Jacque asked, making a half bow when our eyes met. "Oh Jacque, no, I was unable to sleep well," I replied, settling on the high stool that sat near the ceramic kitchen top. Jacque looked at me pitifully and opened the kitchen cabinet that displayed a variety of food spices. He switched on the coffee machine which sizzled quietly. It was almost six o'clock as per my watch which gave me an hour before my departure to the hotel. The day's schedule was yet to be shared online leaving me clueless about who the guest of honor for the day was. I sat with Jacque as I slowly drank my coffee, letting the heat from the ceramic cup insulate my cold hands. My thoughts attempted to return to yesterday's confrontation with Vivian, but I kept drifting back to the present moment. I indulged Jacque in conversation, talking about anything and everything. He was great company and even challenged my comprehension by phrasing some statements
The morning was gloomy. The skies were clear and the cold breeze set the temperatures lower than normal. Lucas was awake a few minutes before Charlotte was driven out of the compound, swearing never to drink that much again. He groaned loudly on his bed, sprawled between his sheets, unable to move his legs. He fidgeted his arms on the bed, frantically searching for his mobile phone. A loud buzz alarmed him to his phone which vibrated on his bedside rug, waiting to be found. The light emanating from his phone greatly harmed his eyes, almost causing him to throw it away. He glanced at the caller to see Mark’s name displayed on the screen. He picked it up after a few more rings, cursing his choice to drink more than he could handle last night. He had not been depressed as depression was the only thing that warranted that sort of murderous downing of whiskey – he was in fact relieved after opening up to Charlotte on how he felt about her. If not for the drama with Vivian before retiring
I abhorred myself for putting Terrence in such a confusing situation, but I had run out of options as the only other way to settle both our minds was to open up to him on my newly refreshed feelings which would end up breaking his heart. how would he feel knowing that I loved someone else too? I knew it would tear him apart, and so kept the secret to myself, promising to put out the fire before it spread like a wildfire in a bush. “So, you wanted to tell me something back in the hotel?” I asked, trying to distract my mind. “Oh, yeah! I have extended our time here in New York as I know you haven’t had enough time to visit many places due to the short stay. Before you say anything, yes, I have spoken to Kerrington about it and he agreed to extend your days here and work remotely for now as he fixes the company fully. The only person who was unhappy with the news was your dad as he misses you dearly. And Jenny passes her sincere regards,” he said, leaning on the table to hold my hands
The day was going well so far as most of the work I had involved reviewing and signing documents from different departments in the office. There were not many enormous deals to be considered for the rest of the week, which was a relief as it meant I did not have many people to forcefully interact with. Jacque served me roast potatoes and chicken nuggets for lunch which I had asked him to order from the city. Afterward, I finished up on the tasks for a few more hours before I heard a faint knock on my door. I disregarded it the first time until I heard the sound a second time, just sturdier. The door creaked open as her head peeked inside before she walked in, taking a quick sweep around the room before settling on me. I was thrilled to see her, astonishing as usual. She was more casual today, dressed in black skinny jeans with a blank tank top, and a beige leather jacket that matched the color of her heels. Her face showed no sign of joy, which assured me that she had a lot going on
“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