The coffee tasted quite bland today despite the fact that it was made the same way every morning.
Theodore’s mood resembled the weather outside—dark and cold as rain filled the day with its gloom. Theodore wasn’t sure why he was feeling so dull. Maybe it was because there had been no improvements in his Italian vineyard, or maybe it was because he hadn’t had a minute to just relax.
He no longer knew what it felt like to have a normal or fun life, and on some days--days like this--he was reminded even more.
He skipped through the morning paper as he continued to energize himself with the black liquid. Even the papers were boring.
He skipped to the sports section, where a woman was highlighted for winning a gymnastics championship. His lips twitched at the sight. She looked so happy with the trophy perched on her hip, as she posed for the camera with an o
Theodore didn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect her to agree so quickly, but he was glad that she did.“I am happy to hear that,” he said with a small smile. “I hope we can get along well.”Abigail nodded with a nervous gulp. “Of course. But as I said, I have terms.”“Name them.”This seemed fair enough in his mind. He knew this was a hard decision for her to make, and he still wanted to do it for her own protection and benefit. So, a few terms on her side wouldn’t be too bad. It is, after all, her body.“First of all, you cannot touch me. That still sta
“Abigail, put on the damn shoes and leave this damn house.” This had been the third time that Najay had to speak to her friend and roommate, but Abigail wouldn’t budge. She sat on the couch, shaking like a leaf for the past thirty minutes. “No.” Abigail couldn’t bring herself to move. Even with pep talk after pep talk which led to scolding, she found it impossible to get up. Why? She had no clue. “Just so you know, you signed a contract, remember?” Najay pointed out with a raised eyebrow. ”I know that,” Abigail hissed before squeezing her eyes shut.&n
Theodore circled Abigail as a lion ready to pounce on his prey. He enjoyed the shock and slight excitement on her face after seeing the room. It had been prepared the day after he sent her the contract. He figured if this was supposed to be her ’job’, a proper work area for her would be appropriate. He was pleased with the glint in her eyes as she examined the shiny silver pole under the red and pink lights. Across from it was a black, leather armchair for him. Her heels clicked against the black tiles as she crossed the room, and Theodore followed slowly behind her, appreciating the distinct swing of her hips under her large coat. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip of his wine as he took his seat. He watched carefully as Abigail easily found the music box, where she took a disk from her bag and slipped it inside its respective area. She was a natural, and the way she seemed so confident while doing something as simple as g
Theodore stood in his office with his eyes strained on the building below him. He held a glass of wine in his grip, trying to clear his mind of all things Kitten. He didn’t mean to rush out like that, but he knew that sooner or later, she would’ve realised why he seemed bothered, and it would only make her feel uncomfortable. The only good thing he could see from tonight’s performance was that he knew what to expect from now on. He squeezed his eyes shut as guilt gnawed at his mind. It was only a few minutes past eight, nowhere near the end of their hour together. But he could only imagine the turmoil that must be going on in her mind at that moment, even if she had already left. He had to be equipped to control himself for a whole hour for the next six months. If only she wasn’t so impeccably resistible. She had the body of a goddess. Theodore saw this much when she dropped the dress from her body. It almost made him jealo
Yet another conference meeting had come to a successful end, thanks to Abigail and her team. Mr Hansic beamed at his star employee as she packed away her notes while the others filed out of the room in low, happy chatter.“You did it again, Abigail. You wowed yet another team of investors with your presentation,” Seymour praised as he stood by the door, blocking her way out.“I’m only doing my job, sir,” she said simply as she lifted her head to meet his proud gaze. “I love my job.”“I can tell. Believe me, Abigail, you will be just what this team needs for a long time.”Her eyes widened as a smile broke out on her lips. Though she was used to Seymour’s appreciative speeches towards her, this had been the first time since he made a bold statement of keeping her with him after she finished school. So that meant he would promote her to a full-time position sometime in the future.
In a moment when it felt like the world had stopped spinning, as if the only sound in the universe was the thump of one’s heartbeat. In an instant, every cell in your body stopped working, and your sense of smell, sight and hearing had disappeared. In a second of utmost devastation that deemed the universe non-existent, the only thought that came to mind was the sliver of hope that this much was true. Because when something as horrifying and heart-shattering as this had happened, the only way to escape would be no existence at all. Abigail’s ears rang, and her throat constricted. The very image of the room spun as her eyes got blurry, and the distant sound of Najay’s voice calling out to her seemed too far away for her to hear. Abigail gripped the desk for support as she tried to catch her breath. She hadn’t heard the full story of what happened, yet it had this effect on her. “Abigail? Abigail, can you hear me?&rdquo
The view was nice. Getting a hotel room at such short notice wasn’t easy, but Abigail and Najay managed to find one just in time. Abigail’s room sat on the third level. She could see only a part of the city since the hotel was on the other side of town. She also had the perfect view of the back of Theodore’s company, and since the very minute she got settled in, she had been staring at it. He had called earlier to ask what time he was supposed to swing by. Abigail didn’t know what to tell him, so she hung up the first time without replying to his question. But then he called again, and again until she had no choice but to answer him. He was worried, and she apologized for getting him worked up. But Abigail then knew that she couldn’t go on without telling him the reason for her behaviour, so she gave him the hotel’s address, avoiding all his questions about why she was there in the first place and promised to te
Theodore couldn't believe what he just heard.“Oh, fuck.” He cursed under his breath as all his emotions were now clouded by anger. He couldn’t begin to imagine that someone did this to Abigail. His Abigail. This sweet, fragile, beautiful Abigail. Over the weeks, he knew she had a lot behind her brown eyes and a deep story that most wouldn’t be strong enough to share. But this—this was far too much. “I was unconscious for days, but Najay worked on the case on my behalf. By the time I was up and moving, I was able to testify in court against him. He and his father are wealthy people, and they had their own way with the system. For something that should’ve yielded him at least ten years in prison, he only got two.” Abigail sighed as a stray tear rolled down her cheek, but she tried to wipe it away before Theodore noticed. The memory of how she felt that day was still so raw. She felt so be
Song for final chapter:Like I'm Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor ft John Legend ***Theodore sat in his office--thoughts filled with Abigail. The last thing he wanted was to entertain thoughts of the tantalising woman who drove him crazy, which was why the first thing he did when they arrived was head straight to his office. But he couldn’t help it. She was a few rooms away, sleeping, and he couldn’t focus on his papers. The last thing he wanted to do was write something in the wrong place. That could be chaotic.He closed the folder and ran his fingers through his hair, exhausted. He’d only slept three hours on the plane, and that’s after Abigail finally fell asleep. He checked the time, seeing that it was minutes after ten a.m. Theodore replayed the past twelve hours in his head after learning about Abigail’s miscarriage.The very thought caused a stab in his heart that he had never felt before. It almost felt as bad as when he lost Abigail. But losing his baby--their baby... It w
As the man and a woman, who Abigail assumed was his wife, approached, all she wanted to do was run for the hills. But Theodore smiled at him, too, showing that he knew the doctor quite well.“Doctor Danvers,” both Theodore and Abigail said simultaneously in two different tones, of course.Doctor Danvers beamed at the couple as his eyes settled on Abigail, Theodore’s hand around her waist, then on her stomach.Oh no.“How are you doing?” he asked, staring at Abigail.Abigail gulped. “I’m great. Never been better. I see you know Theodore?”“Ah yes,” Doctor Danvers said, sharing a quick smile with Theodore. “Our families go way back. I actually mentored Jessica when she wanted to be a doctor. Such a shame she gave it up. She had talent.”“Well, that’s Jessica,” Theodore concluded with a chuckle. A brief silence reigned, and Abigail tried to use it to her advantage to get away, but Theodore beat her to it as if just noticing that Doctor Danvers called Abigail’s name and not his.“Wait, ho
Abigail never fancied makeup, but she was utterly grateful for her tiny tube of foundation. She hadn’t realised that Theodore had gotten carried away with his love bites until she woke up this morning.She didn’t even go to Jessica’s bachelorette party. After they left the cellar, Theodore and Abigail showered and changed before heading to the dining room. Penny and Brad pretended that they didn’t notice the sudden change in attire. But Jessica was quite blunt with her remarks, even insisting that Abigail stay home, saying she “Must be tired from the long plane ride.”Abigail didn’t protest, and when Jessica returned home sometime after midnight, she spotted Theodore leaving Abigail’s room.Jessica took Abigail to the hotel to get ready, so Abigail hadn’t seen Theodore all morning or afternoon. She made a beautiful bride. Though they had to redo her makeup two times because her panic caused her to sweat and cry, smudging the lines of her eyeliners and making imbalances in her foundat
Theodore’s smile had disappeared entirely as if it weren’t there in the first place.“I have no idea. And I don’t care.”“Oh,” Penny simply said, realising she had upset both Theodore and Abigail. “I didn’t... Not that I care. I didn’t much like her anyways.”“Mother, you loved Cleo,” Theodore said, calling her out. Penny seemed uncomfortable.“I did when she was younger. But I don’t quite think she was right for you. I just thought that when the break-up happens, you’d just remain friends.”Brad, evidently seeing Abigail’s discomfort, changed the topic. “Abigail, I hope you like lasagne.”“I love it,” Abigail said, forcing a smile.“Great!”Jessica gripped Abigail’s wrist and pulled her to the other side of the room, seeing that Penny was trying to apologise to Theodore for bluntly bringing up Cleo’s whereabouts.“You must come to my bachelorette party,” Jessica said, curling her palms under her neck with a huge smile.Abigail--who had initially planned to go to bed--stumbled over he
California--the state of sunshine and beaches.Abigail had a considerable amount of time daydreaming about getting fresh air compared to New York’s busyness. And more times than she’d liked, Theodore was present in those daydreams too, either holding her hand along the beach or kissing her under the open moonlight.It was quite inappropriate to dream about, but she couldn’t help her wandering thoughts. Najay, having tried everything she could to stop Abigail from going, helped her pack and tried to shove the largest, most unattractive underwear in Abigail’s carry on. But Abigail noticed before Najay could close the zipper and packed some moderately decent underwear--not too sexy, but not too repulsive either. Not that it mattered. Theodore and Abigail wouldn’t even share a room. So that shouldn’t have been a concern.Theodore.Abigail hadn’t seen him since the day she went shopping, and they had talked but twice on the phone to arrange the time for pick up and departure. The way he le
Slowly, they all turned around as if they were two-year-old triplets being caught colouring on the wall.Behind them stood Theodore and his COO, Jerry. Abigail met Jerry once, but Cleo knew him quite well.“Theodore,” Abigail mumbled, clutching the dress to her chest.He ogled the dress with an approving glint in his eye, imagining how its soft silky-like texture would look on Abigail. And how he could almost run his hand under the--“What the hell are you doing here?” Cleo’s voice snapped him from his naughty thoughts, but every warmth disappeared from his eyes when he met Cleo’s.“I would ask you the same thing,” Theodore growled.Without taking his eyes from Cleo, he stalked towards Abigail and slipped the dress from her fingers before handing it to Sarah.“Get this ready for me, would you?”“Are--are you buying it, s-s-sir?” Sarah stumbled over her words. But the question yielded a glare from Theodore, which had her squirming. The dominance and power that radiated from him were a
“I don’t like it.” Najay had made it abundantly clear five times already that she didn’t like the idea of Theodore and Abigail becoming... acquainted again.Najay believed Abigail would just end up hurt and fall into a cycle of Theodore and heartbreak all over again.When she learned that Abigail had lost her baby, Najay didn’t blame Theodore. No one did. But she believed it would be too hard on Abigail to be around him--especially since he didn’t know.“I know you don’t like it,” Abigail said, “but I think this is good for me. I need a vacation.”“Not with him. And won’t a wedding make you feel all... I don’t know...woozy?” Najay said, throwing her arms in the air. Abigail chuckled as they stopped in front of the salon.“Woozy?” Abigail snorted.“I don’t know, okay? Just be careful.”“Najay, I’ll be fine. I’m keeping him at arm’s length. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?”“Well--”“That was rhetorical.” Abigail quickly cut her off before dashing across the street. “I’ll se
“Yes!”The email Abigail had been dreading over the past week had finally arrived, and thankfully, it bore good news.Abigail jumped from the couch, throwing her arms in the air as she performed a mini dance in front of Najay. Najay couldn’t contain her laughter, happy that Abigail seemed to be getting back to her old self.“Yes what?” Najay asked, though she already knew.“I just got the confirmation email about my special request. I am officially done with grad school. I made it bitches!”Chuckling, Najay grabbed the beer bottle from her friend’s hand and closed Abigail’s laptop. “Okay. Take it easy, tiger.”“I’m easy,” Abigail grinned. “I’m really, really easy.”“Okay, let’s get you to bed.”Abigail darted away from Najay’s hand, dashing towards her bedroom.“No! I have to go to Vanx Club, remember?”“Like this?” Najay asked, following behind Abigail. “You’re not in the right mind space to go out tonight. It’s almost ten.”After grabbing a mini dress from her packed box on the grou
She sat in the single armchair, knowing it was the safest choice considering the other was a loveseat. Theodore and Najay sat across from her only seconds later. They all waited for someone to start speaking first. Ultimately, it was Najay.“We have one fight, and you leave the city without telling me.”“Najay...” Abigail sighed, knowing it would lead to this.In truth, Abigail was just as surprised to see Najay as she was to see Theodore.“No, Abigail. I was pissed, yes. You accused me of something not just awful but disgusting and heart-breaking. I spent days wondering what I could’ve done to make you doubt my loyalty. I admit I kept a few details away from you because I didn’t want you to freak out. But when I invited Nicholas inside my apartment, it was only to threaten his sorry ass in a place where no one would hear.”“I know, Najay. I was stupid and scared and hurt, and I should’ve never accused you of something like that.”“No, you shouldn’t have.” Najay had always been bare-f