Lucas POV I could swear with my fortune that I never thought I could see her again. This time, she looked curvy, but she didn't seem to know me, or she played that way. Her eyes, the structure of her face and the voice were so familiar! Everything looked so surreal. I touched her, she bled! She looked somewhat fat or curvy, I don't care about the body type, but every other thing was familiar. I don't know why I had to throw myself at her at that event, the magical attraction I felt towards her was still there. Till now, Lyanna hasn't shown up, not even in my dreams. She had always been my shadow ever since her death, and I feel guilty for that, but she showed up again? I bet if she had shown up in her skinny skin, she would have been noticed by my friends at least. I sunk into the chair holding my head in my palms as I began to flashback to the day Lyanna died. I had caught her in bed with someone else; that act would not have made me so mad if it was somebody I didn't kn
Tasha's POV Never knew picking up an outfit was this hard, after much deliberation; I settled for a fitted gray shirt with its knee length skirt and short jacket coupled with gray heels. I walked out, and Mother was wowed, but then a frown followed. " You've got a spoiler alert" she complained. " Really, anything wrong with my outfit? " I checked myself out to fish out any mistakes I might have drafted in a hurry. I was nervous. This is my first job since college and I wasn't really looking forward to it. Job hunting hasn't been easy, but getting a job at Quinns feels like a reward for all my troubles. I really wished to become an established writer. My unpublished books felt so good to me, that I'll never understand why I keep getting rejected. " Everything is perfect but you need a bag. Have some breakfast before you go" Mother sure had a way to lift up my mood. I released a deep sigh of relief, knowing that there was no fashion error. I had stayed up, watched endles
Tasha's POV " Dear Tasha, I'm so sorry about the misunderstanding. Please give me a chance to explain? I still love you. Yours Jesse" Misunderstanding? Love? Wow! Who does he think he is? Zoey warned me several times against having anything to do with him, but I had other plans. I smiled to myself as I swiped my pass ID at the recognition machine, which granted my access as the barricades slid off, walked in the direction of my new office and stopped at the entrance. I took my mobile, which sat nicely in my left pocket, and texted Jesse to meet up during lunch when someone brushed past me without an apology. Miss JamesWhat a sly woman! I will not be her slave for the rest of my working hours, and I've decided to spit on her grave. My desk was filled with a pile of tattered books, and I began to check what they contained. Short hands! Who still writes in short hands in the 21st century? Nevertheless, this was the job of the intern. I signaled to Adam to pick up the pil
Ethan looked at the figure standing in the entrance, waving at him. " Look who's here " he said, waving back at Tasha. She walked over to where he was seated, and crashed into a seat herself. A group of staff stood behind them, with boxes hanging in their arms; Tasha glanced at them, trying to get what they stood for when Ethan coughed. " Oh, you aren't going to Binge today. The makeover will be done here" Ethan added, seeing her confused scrunched face. Tasha squeezed her eyes tight, while clenching her teeth. Her plan with Zoey had just been nipped in the bud. She brought out her phone, texting Zoey. ' Hey, our plan fell through, the makeover is at Ethan' she typed, and Zoey replied almost immediately. ' Then, Activate plan B then! Good luck' " Ma'am? " a maid called out to her, requesting for her presence. She was supposed to flunk out on her welcome dinner, but she was hoping she was still going to make it. The gala event was still at 9pm, so she had plenty of time
" 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