"Reporting live from Greenland hall, Two of the youngest New York CEOs are currently being rushed to suncity hospital where they are to be treated. No one at the moment can provide a good enough information of what exactly went down at Greenland's event…" "Earlier this evening, there were sparks of rumors yet to be confirmed that CEO of the Garcia foundation, Miss Araceli Garcia was having an affair with The CEO and business partner, Mr Yandel Baldwin of Baldwin enterprise. This information was sent from unknown source and people continue to wonder what manner of fundraiser event this is as—" "Switch off that goddamn TV, Douglas or you will find pieces of it somewhere in your eyes, don't test me," Mrs. Garcia snared and Douglas immediately plugged out the wire for the TV in fear that the remote might just fuck up and then end him in the hospital.Was this Miller's plan all along? To make Araceli the bad guy in the face of the media all along while he was the cheat. At this point, Mr
"Can I see her??" Mrs. Garcia tone came across as still friendly even though her thousands of dollars purse was on the hospital white floor with a gun pointing out of it."Was she going to kill someone with it?" "Was she in a mafia and using a countless ring of hotels and investments to hide her involvement with the mafia??"Sasha knew that she was probably exaggerating, not overly though because there is no such thing as an overly exaggeration when there is an assumed to be loaded gun in your presence and she was doing nothing to cover it up. Now she would have not been so scared if Mrs. Garcia had just rushed to pick up the purse and hid the gun from plain sight. That would have put her currently worrying and panicked mind at some amount of peace, But she wasn't moved in the slightest bit. She was right there in front of a gun and a stressed doctor who hasn't had that much coffee to pretend like there's no gun on the floor. She has seen a gun in her life. Sasha has not just only
Amy"I should have seen the red flags…" My own voice echoed in my head.I was so used to getting hurt that at this point a sense of relief attacked my emotional weak state. It was a redo or rather a replay from my past. It has always happened like this. Men who I started to fall for just ended up being assholes.But Azariah was different, So was Peter, so was the rest of the shitty guys I attracted. It was almost as if I was nothing but a game, some little grandma favorite son trophy to take home to satisfy their childish ego. But Azariah caught me off guard. He was goofy, eccentric, and weird. These weren't qualities that were associated with assholes. It was a different kind of aback this time, this time I learnt and today I have been taught, nothing genuine existed. Maybe I should be more into girls, Lara seemed happy with her life, she seemed so much more mentally stable and emotionally collected. I knew I couldn't make myself start liking girls, sadly that wasn't how body bioc
Amy"Yes, she did…" Mrs Garcia appeared behind Ben from absolutely nowhere. That woman has always scared the shit out of me. I wasn't even surprised that we didn't really see her coming, I mean Mrs Garcia was quite average in height, just a few inches shorter than Araceli but Ben is a big man, big enough to overshadow Mrs. Garcia and totally take her out of our view. So now she just walked in on us at the verge of trolling her billionaire ass."With all due respect Mrs. Garcia, But we were all with her throughout, we were all on the same table. I'm sure you saw all of us together and Mariah was on the table in front of us that belonged to the Azariah Hosea." Ben came in our defense but Mrs Garcia was not having any of it. She had a dead bored face looking at us like we're all different shades of cock and bull. I know for sure she didn't really think any of us did it but she was paranoid. Anyone would be, it was a f*cking messed up situation, nobody knew who to trust at this point and
Amy"I'm not a red flag, Amy. Me, speaking my truth out in the open for you to judge doesn't make me a red flag. I'm not my brother…" Mariah held onto my arm with a well calculated desperate look on her face. I took my time to study the beautiful woman in front of me, from her slit eyebrow, to the silver and black rings, to the black knuckles tattoos of what looked like constellations, She definitely screamed her own person and showed that she made most of her decisions herself, she was a full meaning of herself.She wasn't like me. It was not in the aspect of being the richest family in the business world or the fact that she had an incredible amount of assets at her age because we were born in different mangers. It was not About her money, she was just one hundred percent her. She declared who she was so publicly and out spoken while I showed a fragment of my image. I wasn't that brave of a person. I only let my self on display when I was under the influence and made sure others
RachelIt was warm.It felt like the very middle of summer but the sun was setting and I could see the reddish orange light spill across the horizon on the calm sea. The sound of waves carelessly and lazily flapping over each other. My feets were bare on the sand and I could feel the silt in between my toes and that's how I knew this was all in my head. I have been to the beach before and this was exactly how I felt the sand between my toes and I hated the feeling because of how long it would take to get them out. It was the exact scene that reminded me of ten years ago when my mother was starting to pick herself up from the ground with the help of her new boyfriend we all thought was great. He would get us loads of ice cream against my mother's will and take us to the beach where we would play till the sun set on the weekends.That was the memory.This ascertained that it was all in my head and for whatever reason this was happening in my head, whoever was the reason it was happenin
Ben"Babe...I have something to tell you.." I held this off from him for so long that Now, hearing his story on how he was bullied and it resulted in breaking him in a way that broke me. He might be a funny person and he might hate pity but it doesn't change how much he was hurt during the process, you could see hurt flash through his eyes as he tried to prove how much it didn't affect him by showing how much it did.He laughed in between the narration but they were dry and bitter laughters, they weren't those rich, loud and genuine laughter he let out from his very precious debt, they were very much strangled and much more of a cover up. With everything he told me, it made me more sad that I wasn't on a different side but I was the guy hitting him with a stick. I wasn't any different. I wish I could go to my past sometimes and change them, not hurt isaac or not bully and of the kids I bullied back then all because of my unattended insecurities that I refused to face but rather refl
"Why the f*ck do you look like a younger karen and still manage to give rich aunties vibes?" Ricky pulled up in front of the New age Baptist church which was the opposite road to the hospital, he took the road majorly because Amy threatened him that he wasn't going to visit Araceli without her because if he did.She was going to make sure that he didn't have a penis to use at the end of the day. She wasn't going to rid him of his penis of course but she was going to make sure he didn't feel peace down there by trying to punch it every single time she could, she did it before when they worked in the same bar and now he didn't see anything stopping her."Took you long enough to get your ass here, And it's a church, even the biggest if insta hoes dress like this don't give me shit for trying to look like a responsible adult.." She nagged before she got into the cab. She placed her knee length floral custard gown down before entering and it was just an eye scarring sight for me, she was l