May’s POVGeez, I should pay my rent soon, but I had to send some money to my mother. She needed some for my sister’s school.Sighing, I looked at the screen of my computer where I was staring at my bank statement for that month, and I shook my head. I was spending much more than I was earning, leaving barely enough for myself.This wasn’t good at all.After I pay for my sister’s stuff, I barely have enough for grocery to last me a month, enough to tide me over until I got the salary for the next month.I shook my head again. I couldn’t continue to live like this. Gary was paying me enough actually, but as it was, I was spending almost every penny on my family, and somehow, that step father of mine thought I was just stingy with my “money”, whatever that meant.With one last look at the amount I was sending to my mother, I clicked the button to send it.“The landlord with have to wait this one out. He knows I don’t owe anyway.” I whispered to myself. I would have to withdraw the rest
May’s POVAs Asher strolled towards us, his presence seemed to command the attention of the entire space. His tailored suit exuded sophistication, and every step he took exuded confidence. It was as if he was stepping out of a model magazine, but one under Forbes.I couldn't help but let my gaze linger on him, admiring the way he carried himself with such ease and assurance. This was a nice time to show up, looking all dreamy like this, even though I wasn’t expecting him.Really, though, I was surprised to see him. It was like those movie scenes or a chapter in a book when the male lead showed up just right about when the female lead needed help. But what truly caught me off guard was the realization that this was Asher. I hadn't been expecting him to be here, standing before me right now."Oh, so you're this woman’s husband.” He asked, but it wasn’t a question. “I see. Listen man, tell your wife to pay her rent." His tone softened a little because Asher was pretty intimidating, with
Asher’s POVThe gala was in full swing, and all I could do was wait by the damn door and stare at May as she moved from one place to the other, with a smile on her face, doing her job as a host, just right.I stared at her, watching her, bidding my time, waiting to pounce like I knew I would. I needed a way in, but I haven’t seen one yet.I could see her best friend, Emily, also walking around and smiling with a champagne glass in hand. She was with that man I first saw May with and I got jealous. I had later learned that he was Emily’s cousin, not someone May had interest in.I was back to staring at May, as she walked from my client, to another, to one board member to the other, to my parents, and I could tell I was drooling. How was I so blind to let what I knew about her stepfather blindsided me into thinking she was a gold digger.Behind me, I felt someone there standing, but I didn’t say anything because I was too focused on May. “You should go to her, standing here won’t do any
Asher’s POVI was still processing our conversation when Brent approached me, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What was Gary doing here? And what did he say to you?" he asked from behind me, making me feel a déjà vu.What was it about tonight and being whispered to from behind, anyway? I glanced back at the spot where Gary had been standing moments ago, where I had just been feeling the importance of his advice, at Brent. He was looking at me with his eyes squinted and I wondered what was going through his head."Gary's the reason I organized this gala in the first place," I admitted, my voice steady despite the uncertainty I felt. "He told me it would be a way to get closer to May, to show her that I'm more than just the guy who jumped to the wrong conclusions about her." I told him, letting him see why it was important Gary was here before.Brent's eyes widened in surprise, and he shook his head, disbelief etched across his features. "I can't believe you, Asher. You're really goin
May’s POVAs I mingled with the guests, I made sure to give each one of them all the attention they deserved. I was the host, just as Asher wanted me to be, so here I was, doing what I should.I mean, it was a skill I had honed over the years while I was married to Asher; the ability to listen carefully, and engage, making each person feel as if they were the most important in the room.The room itself was alive with the soft hum of conversation, filly with the elegant strains of music from the orchestra nestled in the corner of the room.I moved gracefully from one small group to another, my dress flowing behind me, the fabric catching the light in a shimmering dance.I noticed people's eyes following me, some with admiration, others with curiosity, and I met their gazes with a polite smile, a nod of acknowledgment.But there was one eyes in particular I was feeling the most, and I saw him earlier standing by the door and staring at me. I would give all I had; which wasn’t much, jus
May’s POV I blew my nose again into the tissue Emily handed to me, but I didn’t feel any better. I was standing there in the hall, just outside the operating room, waiting for anyone to come tell me what was going on, how the surgery went, but there was nothing yet. I caught my reflection in the mirror that was against the window in front of me, and I could see that I looked like shit, but I didn’t care. I had my mascara run down a line on both sides of my face, and my eyes were red from all the tears I had cried. “Are you okay?” I heard my mother’s voice behind me, but I didn’t answer her. Just how in the world would she think that I was okay? I wasn’t, but I didn’t care, so she shouldn’t as well. “Just leave me alone.” I said, mentally. I wanted to open my mouth to say that, but I couldn’t. It was as if my throat had dried up, and somehow I just couldn’t deal. I needed water, something to ease this pain in my throat, this uneasiness, but I couldn’t even go get it from the cafet
May’s POV I wondered what was happening in there, and I just couldn’t stand still. I started to pace the floor of the hall, ignoring everyone because right now, they didn’t matter. Ellen and Bradley were still asking Brent some questions, probably wanting to know what happened and how it happened, and honest to God, I would like to know how it happened too. As soon as I left with the ambulance, Emily called me to tell me she was right behind me, and that Brent was with the cops. For some reason, no one could actually say what had happened perfectly or saw who did it. All they saw was blood and that was all. I noticed someone passed by him and the smile on his face had flattened, but I had been too focused on him to see who it was. All I knew was the man was wearing a black shirt, and a black… I couldn’t even be so sure. I hit my head with my palm, and groaned. “May, none of this is your fault.” Brent finally spoke for the first time to me, and I turned to look at him. He and Asher’
May’s POVSomehow, Brent and I had convinced everyone to go home. Not only had they tried but they were tired as well. My family had waited for four hours, while my in laws had waited for three and a half hours.We still haven’t heard nothing and it was eight hours already, even after they had gone. I sat there with Brent, as Emily had just left herself, the scene of the accident popping up into my head over and over. Maybe I was thinking, that perhaps, I could notice something I didn’t notice before, or I could remember something I had notice but couldn’t remember.I couldn’t just sit out here in the hall waiting room, doing nothing but stare into space and think about nothing.I heard Brent’s phone ring and he said hello.“Yes, she’s still here. No, she won’t go home and I’m worried.” I heard him say to someone, but I wasn’t sure who.It wasn’t any of my business who he was talking to, though, what mattered was what he was saying. I wasn’t going home, no matter what any one said. Th