Forget pissed, I was mad. Full blown mad. "Will you stop doing this, Charles?" I asked in disbelief. My blood was boiling. "Doing what?" He asked as if he did not know what he did. As if he did not just drag me away from my date right now. Well that wasn't particularly a date. It was just an annoying situation that had occured that I had allowed to happen with my own hands. By myself. "Meddling into my business?" "Your business?" He asked with a surprised look on his face. "Did you even know the kind of person that you were talking to? Do you know what he was capable of doing?" He asked me. The more he said that, the more he made me curious about what kind of person Damon was. He'd obviously been a douche with the was he acted the other time. But I still want to know. "Even though, you did not have to do anything. You did not have to wave in like some kind of prince charming the come save someone that was desperately in need of help. I am not a fucking princess." I rolled my e
It was not hard to get his number at all. And I have it punched in my phone. What I was regretting right now was how the thoughts of getting his phone number popped into my head. And even if it did, I don't know why I acted on it. Because if I hadn't, I would not be in the situation where I am right now. My hand has been itching to type to him since I got his number from somewhere in the office a few days ago. I still cannot get over what had happened and I wanted to clear the air with him. That I was not his and he should stay out of my business. I felt like if we did not see, which we will not be doing anytime soon, I won't have any issues talking to him and making him know what was going on in my mind. But obviously, that was a lie. I was a freaking liar. Even though he was not here, or anywhere around me, I was still fidgeting to talk to him. I had typed and erased over and over again. I typed again this time. This is Gwen, Mr Emmett. I'd really like it if my personal m
I was losing control. I knew it and I could feel it deep inside of me. I feel the control slip out of my hands like skittering sand. And it was all because of one party brunette I cannot get out of my head. For a man that had business to run and things to do, things that even seven men can't handle at the same time, I was slacking off. As much as I hated it, I feel like I could not have it any other way. There was this feeling that I had that, now I have found her, I would not be letting her go anytime soon. Not now, not ever. But I wanted to torment her for a little. Make her feel the pain I went through before because of her and what she did. As much as I wanted to ask her why she did what she did, I also did not want to hear it. I did not want to hear her say the reason. I did not want to hear her tell me that she did not love me. That she never wanted to be with me from the beginning, that it was just the attention she got from me that she wanted. Because as sick as it ma
I've not heard from him since that day. He did not call did not message, did not do anything. As much as I wanted to act like I wasn't bothered by it at all, I was bothered. We only talked once on the phone and I wanted it to be a constant thing. I wanted it to be something we did everytime. Whatever that feeling was, I needed to trash it. I mean as soon as possible because it definitely was happening. "Hey gurrlllll." Tamara drawled ass soon as she entered my office. Anytime she did that, I knew there was something she wanted to say. Something interesting. So whatever it was I wanted to hear it. "What's up?" I asked as I raised my head from the clothes I was prepping. Yes. Clothes. I still make my sample designers by myself and the people that work for me replicate it exactly. I've been cooped up in my own personal sewing space for a while now. "There is this new place that just opened. And I heard their food is good. So why don't we catch lunch there together?" I did not both
After what happened with my mother, I left the office. Instead of eating in the office or ordering food in, I left. I needed air. So I decided to go to the restaurant that one of my friends just opened and has been pestering me to visit. She was not exactly a friend to me, since we only met and knew each other during university days and we studied the same course. She was the version of someone that followed and pursued her dreams leaving her father's money. Thought that cost her being cut off from the family, according to what she told me. But, she was doing fine for herself. She had different branches in town and in other states. We met recently at an event, so she's literally been on my neck to come visit. I respected the lady a lot even though I did not show it. Immediately she saw me from behind the counter that she was, a big smile made its way to her face like she had been expecting me. "Look who finally picked my invitation." She chirped. After looking around and quickly
I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It was like I was on drugs. Contrary to my opinion from what Tam had told me from the other time, I felt the opposite. Well, it was not like I had my eyes glued on him or something, but there was nothing bad if I had a snicker peak at him. And the ugly head of jealousy was insane. I've not felt like this in so long. When we were together then, I didn't exactly have to deal with jealous women. It only happened anytime we went out on dates and all of that. And it was more like pride. But right now, I wanted to stand up from where I was sitting right now and pull that woman, whoever she was from where she was sitting, in front of him. They look like they know each other. And every second that Charles payed attention to her made me mad and angry. "Are you even listening to what I am saying right now?" The voice of Tam jerked me back to the present. "What? Sorry, what did you say?" I asked in a resigned tone because I knew she had caught me again. A
As much as I wasn't expecting Tam to be serious with what she had said the other day, Friday came quite fast and I found myself in the situation where I have to sit down in the mirror in front of me and endure her putting makeup on my face. "I've said it a hundred times already that I do not need makeup. I do not know why you are adamant on putting it on my face." I said immediately she did something wrong on my face. "Shut up." She snapped immediately and I did. To be really honest, I knew it looked nice. It just was not something that I was a fan of. I did not like it at all. It made me feel a little out of place and I hate it. I might suddenly break into a sweat. It was not like the makeup will move from where it was, I just will not feel comfortable with myself. "Here. Done." She clapped her hands like she had just achieved something big. She stood behind me as I looked at myself in the mirror. "You look good, babe. Not like you dont look pretty without the face beating, but r
I've been on the edge since that day that we met at Anna's restaurant. I knew Gwen well. I will even think that I knew her more than she knows herself. What I heard her friend say the other day bothered me a bit. I knew she would not go, if it were up to her. But with the way Miss Brooks was serious with her tone then, I knew she'd literally drag her along to go with her. Which had gotten me to the part where I have to call her to be sure she was at home on a Friday night. And it has been made known to me that she was not. With the way she sounded and slurred on the phone few minutes ago, she was drunk already and in a club. Not just any one, but my club. How I got to know it was when the DJ mentioned the name in the middle of the whole hype they do. And I knew the kind of people that came there. Sleezy rich, bratty kids. The idea of any other man talking to her, or less touching her made me bytn with anger and that made me increase the acceleration of the car that was already spe