For the third time that morning, Abby emptied her stomach into the toilet bowl. Exhausted and drained, she collapsed back onto the cool tiled floor, as she evened her breathing. Once she had flushed, brushed her teeth and splashed some water on her face, she strolled back into the hotel room. For the past two days the room had been painfully silent and everytime the sun disappeared behind the night sky, she felt herself missing him.Every attempt to reach out, as usual, had been futile. Anthony never returned any of her calls or texts. Soon anger simmered quickly in her chest. She dialed his number again and to her surprise, the call connected this time. “Anthony…” her voice nearly crackled. She calmed her nerves, maintaining the strength in her voice. “Where are you? I've been calling you for two days!”“I'm at a motel. Is there a problem?” Her brows quickly drew into a frown. “What'd you mean is there a problem?” She couldn't believe her ears. “Where are you? We need to talk.”
Abby stared at her laptop screen absent-mindedly. There was a lot of work to be done but she simply couldn't bring herself to focus. Tomorrow she would be leaving for Malibu and she was nothing close to done with work. “Miss, would you like anything else?” She glanced up and found a waitress staring politely at her. Abby shook her head. “I'm okay, thanks.” She gathered all things back into her purse, went to pay at the front desk and left. It was a warm sunny day in New York, Manhattan but Abby wasn't feeling the warmth. She was sick and cold to her stomach. Everything around her was crumbling. The divorce papers weren't finalized yet and everytime her lawyer called, her stomach would do a little back flip. Just as she'd gotten into her car, her phone rang. She reached for it. “Hey sis, guess who's finally home,” Sarah's chirpy voice broke through. A small smile formed across Abby's lips. “That's amazing. You're finally home after a decade,” I teased and her sister scoffed
“Anthony, why don't just join us for lunch? I cooked up some chicken stew and rice. I'm sure you'll love it,” Mindy suggested as she went inside. The thought of having some home cooked meal sounded delightful but he had a lot of work to do and this would only cause him to fall back. “I'm fine ma, I'll just order something on my way back home,” he said. “I've got a business meeting to attend in an hour. I wouldn't want to miss it.” Mindy’s face fell but she didn't try pushing him to stay. “Alright. We'll be expecting you over for dinner one of these days, okay?” Anthony smiled and nodded. Silently, Mindy and Sarah left the kitchen, giving Abby and Anthony some room to talk. “It's been a while I've seen you,” he smiled, his eyes sweeping over her form. “It's been a long time actually.” She looked beautiful, way better than she used to back in highschool. “Likewise,” she responded. “I didn't know you were in Malibu. You live here now?” He shook his head. “Not exactly. I love
Chapter Three As much as Abby didn't like to admit it, she hated how expectant she was. As the days went by she found herself unconsciously waiting on Anthony to call her or at least drop a text message but even after three days, nothing. “He still hasn't called you?” Sarah asked, sipping her mango smoothie. “You just have to get your mind off of him. He's a jerk.” “Can we not talk about Anthony right now?” Abby asked, her expression serious. “We could go to his house and demand answers,” Sarah suggested, ignoring her sister's gaze. Abby's piercing look softened at the thought of Sarah confronting him. Today, they'd decided to head down to the beach. Seated at Sandy's Booth, one of the local bars on the beach, they talked over glasses of mango tropical smoothies. “How's Mike doing?” Sarah asked and Abby frowned. “Don't you have anything better to do than interrogating me?” Abby asked, taking her shades off. “What?” She grinned. “You're the one with the interesting love life.
Chapter Four Tonight Anthony was dressed in a white polo shirt and a pair of black khakis to match. His hair was tied back into a low bun and his eyes zoomed in on Abby as she approached him. “You look good,” she complimented, offering a smile. He mirrored her smile and pulled her in for a hug that surprised her. “You just got out of the shower didn't you,” he said, stifling a laugh as he breathed in her scent. “What're you doing here?” She asked. “You didn't tell me you were coming over and besides it's going to start raining any moment.” “I thought I'd take you to a surprise dinner,” he replied, his expression serious but his gaze seductive. Abby glanced back at the house, hiding a blush. “I can't go out dressed like this. Maybe you could give me a few minutes to change?” “Dinner's at my place. We could leave now,” he suggested, holding open the door for her. Her cheeks quickly tainted red. Meanwhile, Sarah walked out onto the porch dressed in a loose Tee and a pair of s
Abby wasn't sure what hurt the most— the way Anthony had pushed her off him like they both didn't want it, the fact that he had ignored all her questions or that Sarah was right about him. “She still hasn't said anything all day, it's almost like she's gone mute.” Her mother had said one day. Five days, that was how long it'd been since the embarrassing incident back at Anthony's place. He still hadn't attempted to reach out or at least render an apology. “Are you okay?” Abby's mother, Mindy, asked, as she hurried into the kitchen. “I need someone to help me get a couple of things from the grocery store.” Abby rolled her eyes. She clearly wasn't in the mood to run errands but she also wasn't going to turn down the offer for some fresh air. “I promised the church I'd bring some of my home baked cookies tomorrow for the picnic we're having,” Mindy said, securing an apron around her waist. Abby frowned. “Since when did you start to go to church?” “Wver since that new pastor show
Everything was falling apart— the business his parents had struggled to build, his relationship with Lisa was already in flames and Abby still didn't want to talk to him. Anthony felt like he was falling and there was no safety net anywhere below him to break his fall.“Aimee, can you at least try to convince him that we can handle the project? We really can, we just need him to believe us.”Aimee, his assistant secretary, sighed into the other end of the phone. “Sir, we've done that already but every attempt to convince them has remained futile.”He blew out a breath of air and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright, send the company's contacts to my personal email, I'll talk to him myself,” he replied and hung up. Anthony reclined into his chair, exhausted and worn to a frazzle. How had he ended up here? Wells &Co. used to be one of the best design companies with the best architects but now, not only had they lost their best workers, they were struggling to keep their major cli
Chapter Seven Anthony didn't get what the fuss was all about. He watched as Abby hurried moved around, throwing all her clothes on.She shot him a glare and yelled. “I'll be outside in a minute Sarah.”Throwing on the easiest thing she could find— a button up shirt— she hurried to the door, smoothened her hair down and cracked the door open just a little bit.Sarah glanced down at her outfit and frowned when her eyes rose to see Abby's messy hair. “Are you okay? You look like you got into a nasty fight,” she said, pointing out the red markings on her sister's neck.Abby slapped Sarah's hands off her and tugged her collar up. “It's nothing, I was busy cleaning up my room.”The look on Sarah's face showed she wasn't buying the lies. Soon Mindy was at the door too, wondering why Abby was hiding behind the door. “Girl, would you open the door already?” Mindy asked and pushed the door open. Abby's weight shifted and the door swung open revealing Anthony who had only managed to throw on s
For the third time that morning, Abby emptied her stomach into the toilet bowl. Exhausted and drained, she collapsed back onto the cool tiled floor, as she evened her breathing. Once she had flushed, brushed her teeth and splashed some water on her face, she strolled back into the hotel room. For the past two days the room had been painfully silent and everytime the sun disappeared behind the night sky, she felt herself missing him.Every attempt to reach out, as usual, had been futile. Anthony never returned any of her calls or texts. Soon anger simmered quickly in her chest. She dialed his number again and to her surprise, the call connected this time. “Anthony…” her voice nearly crackled. She calmed her nerves, maintaining the strength in her voice. “Where are you? I've been calling you for two days!”“I'm at a motel. Is there a problem?” Her brows quickly drew into a frown. “What'd you mean is there a problem?” She couldn't believe her ears. “Where are you? We need to talk.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.Chris could hear his heart hammering in his ears as he sat still, his hands cuffed together. Detective Klein stood across the room, quietly speaking into his walkie, relaxed and unaware of the storm building up inside Chris.Rhodes had stepped out for a bathroom break. That left Chris alone with the detective—and one shot.Klein looked like he could hold his own. Broad shoulders, lean build, dressed in a tailored suit that hinted at a gym habit. But even the strongest man could be taken down if he didn’t see it coming.Chris’s gaze dropped to the pen on the table.It wasn’t a weapon. Not really. But it was the only thing he could use.Chris shifted in his seat carefully, his muscles tense as he gingerly rose to his feet, without managing to to scrape the floor with his chair. Slowly, he reached for the pen and neared Detective Klein. In one swift move, he'd lunged at him and with a force he didn't know he had, slammed Klein's head into the wall. The sound was sicke
“I already told you I didn't do it Abby.”Abby wanted to believe him. Heck, she wanted to trust him this time but something about his changed demeanour was holding her back.“So why not answer my question Anthony?” She exhaled slowly. “Where were you before you flew down to New York?”Anthony rose to his feet. “I already told you I was in Massachusetts.”“It’s cold in here Anthony, why does it look like you're sweating?” She asked, watching him as he paced around the room. Panic flashed in his eyes as he looked down at his shirt where there were infact, small patches of sweat stains.“If you're here to carry out some stupid investigation, then let me know and I'll leave the room for you,” he retorted, his tone a little too high for comfort. She remained silent for sometime and finally spoke up. “You're the one who killed that man, aren't you?”Something flared in Anthony's eyes. This time it wasn't fear, it was disgust. There was no proof that he'd killed the man on the roof. Not a s
Chapter Fifteen “And you think that’s our guy?” The detective asked. Sarah nodded.“He looks similar to the guy you're looking for and ever since the whole case got publicized, he vanished. No one heard from him, no one saw him.”Detective Banes stared at her. “Did you notice anything suspicious before the murder took place? Maybe he bought something odd or…?”Sarah shook her head, slightly embarrassed. “No, we don't live together but I just have a feeling he has something to do with this,” she replied.Banes shot her a weary look and got out a notepad. “What's his full name?”“Anthony Wells.”He frowned. “The Anthony Wells of Wells and co?” He almost laughed. “Anthony would never.”Sarah frowned. “I'm not joking. This isn't some sort of prank-”“Lady, I don't know who you are to him but Anthony Wells would never be involved in something like this. He's a busy man, you know? He probably travelled out on some business trip,” the man replied.Sarah felt stupid and frustrated. She knew
Sarah had been following up on the murder case for quite a while and she thought it was odd that Anthony Wells had disappeared— vanished into thin air. Not only that, Abby had gone mute ever since. It was like she didn't want to engage in conversations regarding the case— like she didn't want to spill something.“I still don't get it. One minute you're talking about spending the entire month with me and now you're leaving?”Abby sighed and placed her suitcase on the bed. “Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you on time. It just came up yesterday and I have to be at work by tomorrow afternoon.”Lies. Sarah could smell them.“You said you had one month off, so why the sudden disruption?”Abby clasped her hands together. She was starting to grow irritated. “I've already explained everything to you Sarah. It's work and I have to be there as soon as possible.” She shook her head. “You’d understand if you had a job, Sarah.”Surprised at her sisters sudden outburst, Sarah let it die down. Bringin
Anthony's chest rose and fell as he locked eyes with the lifeless man. Shit, shit, shit! No, he hadn't planned on attacking the man— killing him even but there was no way he'd left 1 man talk to the cops. No, that wasn't an option either. He checked his clothes, his fingers and his shoes. There were no blood stains. Panic filled, he dragged the body behind an abandoned stack of air conditioning vents that'd been left to nothing. Once he was sure the body was well hidden, he briskly hurried down the stairs, slowing down as he neared the event hall. The music drowned the thudding in his chest. “Anthony!” His mother called from a group of guests that'd circled around her. “I've been looking all over the place for you.”“I had to find the men's room,” he replied, easing his tensed nerves and stuffing both hands into his pocket. “I actually thought I'd head home. I'm fagged out.”With a kiss to her forehead, he turned around and left, hurrying towards his car parked outside. .What th
Anthony held a smile as he walked across the room to get himself a drink — anything to ease his nerves. So far the party was a blast and his parents had shown him off like the trophy they thought he was. “What can I get you?” The bartender asked. “Anything alcoholic,” he responded and sat down to wait. “Nothing too strong.”While he waited, he checked his phone. Not a single text from Abby still. The bartender handed him a shot of alcohol. He chugged that down and requested for another one. After his third shot, Anthony left Abby a message. Fuck, he missed her and he wanted her by his side— anyone.“Anthony!” His mother called from a corner of the hall where she stood with other guests. He smoothened his tuxedo and approached the small group, a causal look plastered on his face. “This is my son, Anthony… I don't know if you remember him.”They all chuckled. “We all remember him quite alright. The most innovative architect and CEO I know,” one of them responded and gave him a stron
Anthony sat motionless, his eyes distant and his hands gripping the armrests as the plane rumbled to life and slowly began to pick up speed as it skimmed across the asphalt runway.His stomach churned painfully. He was uncomfortable. Panic clawed at his chest as he stared emptily at the empty seat in front of him.He hadn't meant to stab the police officer. Instead, he'd done it out of sheer panic— acting in the heat of the moment.He pushed out a breath of air slowly, reclining into his seat. He squeezed his eyes shut, a pathetic attempt at dispelling the noise in his head.The previous afternoon at Riverson's house had turned into a nightmare. He barely had time to think before his hand moved on its own. In a split second, he'd grabbed the knife and plunged the blade into the man's chest.After the first strike something snapped inside of him. Frustration. He went again and then again before reality closed in on him. The officer lay on the ground, choking in his own blood. By the t
Chapter TenAnthony wasn't even sure if he could term the meeting a success. Not only had he not prepared for it, but he had found it a little hard to pay attention.Every now and then, Aimee would have to say his name a little louder, just to snap him back to reality.“Mr.Wells,” Aimee called out and hurried to catch up with him, as they left the board room. “Sir, are you okay? You looked a little distant back there.”He nodded slowly, his lips pressed together. “Yes, I'm fine. What did Mr.Devan say?” He asked. “He hasn't said anything but with the way the meeting played out, I doubt we'll be able to get him to sign a contract with us,” she replied. His mood deteriorated even more. How bad could his day be? He wondered, running his fingers through his hair..Aimee stared at him, surprised yet concerned. She'd worked for Wells&co for a little over six years, and Anthony had never been this disoriented. .Was it a heartbreak? No, that didn't sound right. “Maybe you should take the d