Who else thinks Tasha is deviating from her sole purpose?
" A movie date? Why would he ask you out on a movie date? Ethan furrowed his brows, disgusted at the fact that Lucas had asked Tasha out on a date. " Why are you so worked up about this? I thought you would be happy that I'm finally getting his attention on me. " Ethan cleared his throat, trying to hide his bittered face from her, " I know, but.... " " You're jealous? " Tasha cuts in, concealing the laughter that was piling up in her lungs, waiting to burst. " Jealous? I mean, movie dates should be out of the question, even if you were to go on one. It should be for you and I? " Ethan poured himself a drink, and swallowed it down his throat. " What is wrong with both of you? Lucas, the supposed bad boy was acting all nervous while we were having a conversation, and then you are jealous he asked me out on a date. " Tasha taunted. " That son of a bi*ch! Nervous? Ah! " Ethan scoffed, his sweet face turned into anger., making Tasha curious about what could have happe
I checked my mobile. No texts. No missed calls. I knitted my brows at the unusual occurrence. Jess probably forgot to, yet my instincts kept screaming at me not to let this slide. I sighed heavily and opened my personal computer to check my email for reviews on my new book. Furthermore, I smiled when I saw two new emails.Sure, it was a rejection and this will not stop me from my dream of being a successful writer, but the second mail was something else. I clicked on it, and it was a final interview invitation from a publishing company I had recently applied to; Quinn's House. My mouth fell open, and I screamed. I picked up my mobile to text Jess about the joyous information. I did not care that he hadn't called or texted for two days, twenty minutes, and seven seconds. ' Jess, I've been called over for the final interview at Quinn's. Call me when you see this. Love you! 'My door flung open, and she walked in, flinging her bag and shoes all over.The ultimate best friend has
8:35Good Gracious! , I'm late. I scrambled from my bed, distorting the sheets that covered my naked body, and climbed down the bed hastily. Biggie's going to kill me! I ruffled through the pile of clothes on my stranded sofa, picked up a skirt and a gray shirt, which was originally blue. Took my courier bag and shoved whatever I could lay my hands on from my closet into it; lipstick, concealer powder, mascara… No, No! I had forgotten to stitch up my mask. Getting another one would have cost me more money, I burped. Eww! That stinks. I dashed into the toilet to brush my teeth and found myself staring at a ghost in the mirror. Placing both hands on the sink, I breathed heavily. My hair was messed up. I rushed back to my room to get my hairbrush and straightener. My room was messier. I had to shuffle between piles of both clean and dirty clothes to get my brush. Phew. Then, I rememberedStraightenerI checked my closet and my bed table, but it was nowhere to be found. I squeez
I felt my head banging, as I turned the door knob to the office, where the final interview was being held. The secretary's face expression had lowered my self-esteem the more I was late, that being considered. All eyes were fixed on me, as I took the last available seat out of three meant for applicants. Four judges sat opposite side, three females and one male. I knew I was done for as females are notoriously known to be more fierce. Soon, it was my turn and everything went upside down. I could only give jumbled answers to some of the questions asked. This was the end of me, I thought, when a female judge lit up the tensed mood and asked if it was true my mother ran a fried chicken shop. I gave an affirmative answer, wondering how that question was related. " I dislike fried chicken" she gave a huge mocking smile as she left while the other judges dispersed. I left the office, letting out a deep sigh as I walked down the hallway when a thought popped into my mind. " Jesse"He
Lucas Quinn walked into the conference room filled with heads of departments and directors, who in turn stood up immediately after his entrance. Bowing their heads, he sat down and gestured for them to do the same. They had gathered up for the preparation of the mid-year appreciation party for Quinns House, a proposal which they were yet to draft out. Lucas had denied all of their proposal ideas for the party and everyone was drained. It was one of the many things they dreaded about him. His unflappable spirit. They had a month until the event, and they have not come up with a theme or concept for it. Knowing that kept them on edge since they knew he was going to keep them them on their toes soon. The conference lights went off, leaving the projector rays the only light in the room. He cleared his throat and all eyes were fixed on him awaiting his speech. Tired eyes and frustrated expressions laid under the guise of their focused eyes. " No one with any more concept for the eve
Tasha slammed the front door shut, breathing heavily as she sat on the bare floor. Why would he chase her with a car? Mrs Rowan walked up to her, which made her bolt. " Is something wrong? " she stared at her with suspicion. Tasha looked at her mother, feeling abashed, stood up to her feet and walked away. A few minutes later, she heard a familiar voice at the door. Zoey stood by the door, hands filled with a grocery bag. " You look like a chicken drenched in water"Tasha turned her face away in shame, and Zoey dumped the grocery bag on the side of the bed, moving closer to her until she noticed a considerable amount of drops on the sheets. Her eyes swarmed with tears as it ran down her cheeks. " I sincerely thought we were getting married this year" she sniffled her runny nose out loudly. Zoey offered her shoulders and she leaned her head on it. " I knew he was up to no good, the unnecessary rules were the hook" Zoey growled, eyes burning with anger while she patted the back
The only contract Tasha thought she would be getting was from a publishing company, but here she was a contract to seduce the most eligible bachelor in the state. She thought about it while she filled in for her mother's part-timer, who had flunked out a minute before the store opened for a toothache excuse. Her mother noticed her gloomy expression and her deep sigh for the millionth time. " At this rate, we might as well start eating salt itself, " she whispered sarcastically, and Tasha sighed again, realizing that she had been rolling the pieces of chicken in a large bowl of salt instead of flour. " I'm here you know, you can tell me anything " Mrs Rowan smiled affectionately at her, which she faked back. She could not even tell Zoey about it. She could never let her mother in on the contract issue. She'd know about the assault charge and things would go eerily. She was going to figure this out on her own. She packed the left overs of the last customers, washed all the plates
" Miss Rowan, " a voice called out, and Tasha quivered. She held her fast-beating chest with her left hand. It was Ethan's secretary seated in a fancy car. She entered the car and slammed the door loudly. She had just dodged from the man who had chased her with a car the other day. She could have never imagined him coming to look for her at the library. She had managed to recognize him in the last few minutes. She could have made the mistake of bumping into him, before she covered her face with the scarf, which she had brought along and tiptoed out of the library. She could have sworn her heart was torn in pieces when Ethan's secretary called out to her. Rubbing her temple, she turned to him and commented, " You can call me Tasha, please. "Formalities made her seem older, and she hated that feeling. " Call me Nate too", he replied, and laughed. Releasing a long yawn, she drifted off to sleep. He nudged her arm, waking her up " Tasha, we're here. "Tasha and Nate laughed heartil