“Okay, thank you,” Anthony said as he hung up, sighing. He had business calls even on weekends. His work seemed to be the only thing that kept him a bit motivated at that point, after what had happened the day before.Anthony’s morning was going a bit slow. It had been a literal struggle to get himself out of bed. He had looked forward to a weekend with Ollie, but his plans had been put on hold after Helen had acted up the day before. He had called and texted to apologize but his mind wasn’t settled yet.He wanted the seemingly dreadful weekend to be over as soon as it had begun, as he sat on his balcony, with his feet up on a stool, peering at the city’s view in the distance. It all felt like an all too familiar sight- he finds a lady, only to have Helen ruin it all. What exactly did she want from them? He was desperately out of ideas of what he would do with his weekend, forcing him to resort to making an unsuccessful attempt at returning to his long-forgotten musical hobbies. He
“Why did you actually bring me here?” Max finally had the guts to ask the question that had been on his mind but was continually stopped by the flow of the moment. The part of him that wanted to enjoy the moment kept silencing the rational part of him that wanted to come out of that bout without any hurt.“Why did you come?” Debby asked, smiling in a teasing manner that brought a wave of regretful emotions running through his bewildered mind. Indeed, why had he come?Max had no answer for that. He just sat staring at the small table at which they had been sitting. He had interrupted their smooth easy-going conversation with his question, which he was regretting at the moment.“You seem to be missing something, Max.” Debby finally broke the ice that was trying to settle over their conversation. She seemed like she had been enjoying their conversation, and she still was. “Someone, maybe.""What now?" Max looked up at her, a bit bewildered by her insinuation."Or rather, you're scared of
"Thank you," Kylian said as he took the bags of clothes from the smiling housekeeper. He had done a little online shopping to make up for the clothes he had forgotten in the car."Anytime sir," his English was a bit shaky, but at least understandable. His smiles seemed fabricated, which Kylian believed to be either from the hotel's policy or the huge tip he had gotten from him.Kylian shut the door, as he examined his spoils of war. He hoped that they hadn't gotten his size mixed up with some other inappropriate ones. Even if they did, he hoped it would be some bigger size, as he had a sore displeasure for tight clothes.He stood in front of his mirror, meticulously watching how each piece of clothing fitted on his body, wondering what impression it would leave on Chloe. He grew nervous with each moment as the moment he had been anticipating was drawing closer and closer. He would actually be meeting Chloe, away from all the eyes in New York.The flight had brought him in in the early
Max was beyond furious. What the heck was actually going on? Had the whole trip to Abu Dhabi been some perfect hoax to get the both of them to be all alone to themselves? “No,” he knew Chloe to be smarter than that. She didn’t show any signs of having anything to do with Kylian after the way their relationship had ended.Could Kincaid have been that foolish to trail her all the way from one end of the world to the other? He knew that Kylian could be obsessed with having things go his way, but never knew him to be that desperate over anything. It all went on to prove the profound effect that Chloe had on him.He had hung up as he couldn’t bear the unruly sight of the both of them together. He got up from bed as he tried dialing her number again, but he just couldn’t get through to her. Was this karma coming back at him for almost falling for Debby’s histrionics? If it was, he deemed it unfair, as it had come at him rather too quickly.A split second of reconsideration and some resili
“No…no way…” Emma trembled, clenching her phone to her chest and shaking in abject fright, as she sat up on her bed, her bare feet on the rug-covered floor, all alone at home, and all alone with her demons. They seemed to come in numerous droves.The consequences of her desperation seemed to take their toll rather too soon. She rapidly tried to dial his line again, but he left her hanging. She was immersed in an awful sort of frightful type of confusion.She was at a loss of who else to call, as the last of her so-called allies had suddenly turned on her. She frantically dialed her mother’s number, at least she knew that she would be on her side, even if she couldn’t do anything to help.“Hello,” she had probably roused her mother from sleep, as her voice sounded weak and faint.“Mom, I’m in trouble,” Emma said panicking, with her breath shaking along with her trembling body.“What is it Em?” her mother’s tone rose to a sharp vibrant one, void of any signs of fatigue or sleep, “Are yo
"What's the meaning of this Debby?" His inner instincts had told him it had all been a setup from the start, but his much stronger lustful intent had led him on to walk right into her trap in broad daylight.He vented out the seething furnace within him into voicemail as she hadn't picked up any of his calls. Just how many things were bound to go wrong that morning? First, it was Kylian showing up at Chloe's doorstep. Now it was Debby sending him a pic of the both of them sharing a seemingly romantic moment from the previous day.Max still wondered how she had gotten those pics. Had she been that desperate to get it done, even to the point of having someone to take the pictures in the background while she did her thing?It wasn't all coming out well. He had planned a peaceful weekend of rest, all alone in his home before prepping for his trip to Abu Dhabi the next day. Now he was thrown into an awful frenzy that he couldn't just shake off. For each moment those pics were with Debby, h
Sofia awoke, feeling guilty that she had let herself fall asleep in Diego’s room. Again.He hadn’t slept beside her, he hadn’t even been in the room all through the night. She couldn’t help but be suspicious about whatever move he made, still having in mind what he had done the day before. She had let her guard down and was paying a price that she wasn’t willing to pay again.She was still covered with the clothing he had put on her, and she was still nude under the covers- that made her awfully uncomfortable. Fortunately, she turned to her side to see a new set of clothes to replace the one he had ripped off her body in the heat of his sexual fervor.Beside her was a black gown which was a bit body-fitted, with some underwear. She couldn’t help but wonder why he preferred giving her gowns instead of other possible female wears- perhaps it could have been to give him easy access to her body whenever he wanted. That was the only possible reason that she could think of.Having no other
Kylian was soon lost as he realized that the Warner Bros. World had actually been a world of its own, which had him wondering how in the world he would be able to find Maya in such a park. He had heard a lot about the place but hadn’t thought it would live up to the hype as much as it was doing at the moment- he was literally overwhelmed.He wished he had some sort of tour guide to take him through the cold lonely world he found himself in. The air conditioners made it a literal cold world. He wished Omar could have been there to ride him through this one. He had already become that fond of him within their brief conversation. They had exchanged contacts before they parted ways.The memory of losing Chloe to Max forever was slowly creeping in again as he found himself all alone, watching families and couples troop in and out of different parts of the park. Her words and her gestures were soon replaying in his mind. “Oh come on…not now,” he hated having to sulk over anything that could