The Intrigued Trilogy

GraceThe pounding music blasting from the inbuilt speakers gave me a headache. It pulsed through my veins, vibrated in my blood stream and slammed straight to my heart until it beat with the same intensity, a merciless tattoo against my ribs.But who was I to complain? It is, after all, the reason why I'm inside Hell Hole, not the literal one, but my favorite bar to hang out on Friday night's with my girlfriends....one of whom.... is nowhere to be found. Ah! There's Ken, slender blonde with killer legs and an extremely short black dress, on the dance floor, devouring the face of a guy in an orange jacket. A very Orange jacket. Trust Kendra Millar to have other-worldly tastes.My other girlfriend, Ty, short for Tatiana, sat next me on a barstool, sipping from a glass of Bloody Mary-trust her to add veggies into a cocktail-bobbing her head to the music while singing out the lyrics and texting her boyfrien

Grace "It's time to head upstairs." I must be really crazy if I was letting a stranger drag me upstairs to do whatever he pleases. But if Ty is right, which she usually is, this is supposed to help me clear my head and help me get back to work with a new incentive. He guided me through the middle of the dance floor where the people just moved away from him to let us through as if overwhelmed by his presence; and then he led me to an isolated corner where he opened up a set of double doors to reveal a flight of stairs. We travelled up the stairs but didn't stop at the first floor. Instead, he pulled me up another flight of stairs and to the second floor, where a bouncer stood waiting. "Thank you, Zach." Mr. Sexy Italian, because I was tired of calling him Man Mountain and hook-up guy, gave the bouncer a curt nod, to which he bowed his head and went downstairs. "Sooo...do you have a name?" I asked awkwardly. Of course h

GraceWalking into the club on a Monday felt surreal. More so was coming straight from the office in a white shirt that stuck to my skin because of continuous nervous sweating and a black pencil skirt that probably had white patches on it.I'm not usually this unkempt but my nerves had gotten the best of me. Somehow, I just wanted to prove to Daniel and myself that I'm not a slut or into one-night stands. I was going to tell him to his face, that he should forget about the other night completely, so that we can move on with our lives. That is, if I find him. I had no idea who he was, other than the fact that his name is Daniel and he’s been eyeing me for a while and just might be a regular. The most realistic thing to do would’ve been to come back on Friday to search for him, but I just couldn’t wait till then. I was a wreck.Surprisingly, Hell Hole was packed even on a Monday night. My eyes scanned the mass of sweating, swayin

GraceUsually, whenever Ken found her next ‘perfect guy’ or whenever Ty had a date with Connor, we’d all meet up to discuss their men, to sigh over the romantic fantasies and get some greasy food into our system while we’re at it.But for some reason, I didn’t want Ken or Ty to find out about Daniel yet. Of course they’d be supportive and encouraging, but going out with Daniel was something that my mother will never approve of and it made me feel naughty as Hell doing it. Like I am making up for my High School years when I’d watched my silent crush, the school’s bad boy Harry Grover ride into the parking on his motor bike with a different girl on his arm each morning. Though his concept of loyalty had been non-existent, I still couldn’t get over how blue his eyes were and how his blonde hair had caught the light when he was on the field playing basket ball with his pals.Daniel wasn’t H

GraceDaniel’s family consisted of the head chef, the sous-chef, two trainee chefs and three waiters; all men of varying ages and sizes. But what I did understand from the introduction was that none of them were Daniel’s blood relative, yet they were nothing less either.George Vitale, the head chef, was a man in his early 50’s and had a short built and a bulging tummy. He also had salt and pepper hair cut close to his scalp and kind grey eyes. Then was the sous chef, who appeared to be in his late 40’s and very similar to George in height and appearance, was Mike Vitale, George’s younger brother. As for the helpers and the waiting staff, they were all part timers who had different day jobs but at the end of the day, came over to this restaurant at the end of the day where they were a close knit family. To Daniel these boys were his friends, brothers even. It was clear on their faced how excited they were to have Daniel he