This feeling I was having right now was like how I felt when I discovered that Charles left and I could not figure out what to do. It felt like those times that I scraped for air to breathe. Times when I could not bring myself to actually think I was alive. When all the promises he made to me were bleak and I could not get my head put of the bubble that I had made for myself. I felt like I was going crazy right now. I think I am actually going crazy. I don't know what was going on now. All I know is that I was in a moving car. Where everything was moving all at once. Or maybe it was just my thoughts. Things were scaling higher than they actually were. It was not possible for cars to float in their own right? Or poles to move without any external force? Right. Now I was sure I was batshit crazy. His voice was resounding in my ears. What he said. It was unreal and surreal. I can't even place my hand on it. It was like a fragment of my imagination. Okay. The plan was to eat with A
I had not exactly thought he was going to take the news lightly, knowing him. I would not exactly know him. He only turned out to be like this when we were not together. The Charles I knew before was a sweet person that you'll love to be with every single time. But not this one. As I had expected, he did not take it lightly and he had been blowing up my phone ever since. I knew what I did had consequences and I was ready to face it. If only it meant that it gets him my trail. The weekend was not the best for me. I could not get enough sleep and rest. The only relief I got was the fact that I stayed at Adeline's place throughout the weekend, so I had plenty of time to play with Charlie. What he said that day had been on my mind throughout. Both guilt and anger have been my companions ever since that day. Guilt because I did not tell him he had a daughter now that I had the chance. Anger because he did not even have the right to claim her as his daughter. He left her alone. I hate t
The whole room fell dead silent. Not a sound from either of us after his voice rang out. If a pin was dropped by mistake, the sound would resonate throughout the whole room. His presence was so intimidating that even the biggest man would be scared at the stance he took. I did not expect him to show up this soon after I had sent the email over an hour ago. I could not hide the fact that he scared me. I can't even look at his face. "I asked you a question, Gwen. Why did you screen my calls?" He asked again and this time with more intensity than from earlier. I was about to muster up courage to reply to him when Tam spoke up. "And why do you think she's expected to pick your calls, Mr Emmett?" She said in a confrontational tone and she was in front of me this time as if to shield me. I really hope she does not say anything concerning the conversation we were having before he came in. "It will be in your best interest not to get in between us right now, Miss Brooks. This is…." "I
The drive back to my office was quick and faster than I expected. It was my driver that alerted me that we had reached out destination. I was lost in my own thoughts. And they were not good ones. I felt like there was a pressure behind my eyes and my head would explode soon if I did not do anything about it. I stalked to my office and when I reached, my secretary mentioned to me that I had a package. But I zoned him out and walked in. I sank into my chair behind the table and put my hand on my forehead with pressure as if to minimize the pain. There was a brown envelope on the table but I dismissed it and my thoughts went back to what happened today. I could not bring myself to believe whatever it was she was saying. It felt too unreal and impossible. And I knew it was impossible. Everything she said there was a lie. I just had to make myself believe that it was. My mind and brain knew that she had to have sprung some lies together for her to live with herself after what she had
The car ride back home was brutal. I didn't know how I got myself home but I did. I stumbled inside the house after I got off the elevator. I was not expecting to meet Margret at the house but she was there. She's been all over me since I got back into the house asking me what had happened to me but I just could not stop thinking about what just happened. And what happened was actually nothing. My mother did not say anything. She just insisted on her old story of Gwen removing the baby and the fact that she told her that she doesn't love me anymore. She also continued that she had given her the ring that I had given to her which she returned to me. I knew there was more to the story given the fact that there is a picture and very clear and glaring evidence that this was my child. And it was with Gwen. I really wanted to know what was going on and it took all that was within me not to actually go back to Gwen and make her tell me the whole thing and why she was insisting that I had
Tam has not left me alone since what happened between me and Charles in the office yesterday. Funny how we both called in sick at the same time. But no one could say anything or query either of us since we were literally the bosses. My appetite was gone. I've not been able to stomach anything. Even if I tried, it all came back up and I'd vomit everything back. I can't fathom what he was trying to do yesterday. Rile me up unnecessarily and make me relive the pain of what had happened to me in the past? Make me remember the fact that his mother almost killed me and my child? Or the one where he had left me for another woman saying he played with me? When Tam went to sleep yesterday, I went to my drawer and pulled out the letter he wrote to me. His last words to me all of those years ago. The ring he gave me was still with me. I don't know why I couldn't find it in myself to throw all of those things away. I've tried so many times not to go back to them, but I still do it. I read th
“What are you doing here?” I spoke up before I thought too much. We might as well get this over with and he left. Tam was beside me, her hands folded together. She looked very intimidating right now and I would not want to be on the receiving end of her glare right now. Her height and all if that gave her more edge. Made her look like a bodyguard who was protecting her clent. “We need to talk.” Was all he replied to me with. I was expecting that he'd come sooner or later to talk. But not this soon. Since I had told him to ask his mother about what had happened between us in the past. Maybe he told him what happened? Or he knew all along and just decided to play fool. There was something in the way he spoke that made me look at him very well now. He looked haggard. Not in his clean cut whatever he had worn yesterday. He looked like he did not get a wink of sleep and his eyes were red. Not like I cared but it was just hard to pass by. “There is nothing to talk about, Mr Emmett. I a
She was gone. And panicking big time. I felt like I should do something. Anything. But I could not bring myself to. I was only looking at her. And I did not like what I saw at all. She was white as sheet. She looked like she'd pass out. She was nothing like the woman I saw the other time who I felt would bite my head off if I made the wrong move. The woman that would have my head if I did but mistake say the wrong words. She was like a shell if herself right now. She looked like she was scared of me. She was visibly shaking. And the only thought that could go through my head right now is that she was scared. Of me. Or maybe of the fact of what I might do if things went South. Maybe she thinks I'm here to take her. I was. The plan before was to take the issue to court and take custody of my child back and probably blame her for keeping the fact that our child did not die then away from me. But then after I learnt about what my mother did to her, I could not even bring myself to
GwenI should stop this. This is not okay at all. I should not indulge in it. I should make him pay for doing this to me. He had no right whatsoever to touch me this way or make me feel the things that he was making me feel. This was all wrong. I should not feel horny because my ex-fiancee was touching me all over, and I was allowing him to. I indulged him. This is not me. Not at all.The fact that I was the strong one that did not allow any man to touch me for all these years does not mean that I did not have any self-respect or that I didn't have needs. I was not attracted to other men mainly. But there were some other nights where my feelings got the best of me and I touched myself thinking of him. It has only been him for me. No other man. Still, it doesn't make any sense that I succumb like this. “Stop, this Charles. Let go of me.” I said with all of the strength I had and pushed his head away from my boobs. My hands were on either side of his head, and I was about to remove
GwenThe pressure in front of my head was building, and I knew I had to stop working, or I'd pass out, or something worse would happen. I looked around through the windows and no one was in their cubicle any longer. It was just me. I took the cup of coffee to sip again but then I discovered that there was nothing in it any longer. Well, shit. I was thinking of going to the employees’ common room that was on this floor to see if I could get something that would keep me for a while when my phone started ringing. Looking at it, it was Adeline. A tired smile made its way to my face. It's been a while since I spoke to her. God knows I'm a bad person. “Adeline.” I dragged out and I'm sure my tiredness showed with the way I said her name. I might as well have given myself up. “Tell me you're in your house right now.” She said sternly in her usual tone. I smiled. “I'm at home, not the house.” I taunted. I knew she'd understand the wordplay. “Can you stop pushing yourself so hard already
GwenRain splattered on the sidewalk, and everywhere looked a bit messy, but that did not stop people from going to work or getting what they had to do. Everywhere was so busy I blamed myself a little for wanting to go out to get myself coffee. I did it in an attempt to walk and stretch a little from work. But then, since I got to this place, I've had my foot stepped on, been bumped into and my purse thrown to the ground. Who knew the whole of this street would be this busy? But then, I loved my walks when I had the chance to have them which wasn't every time. I take them up when I have the chance. And now, I needed to clear my head about a few things. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I made sure I was on the safe side before I brought it out of my pocket to avoid any more issues this evening. The reason I am drinking coffee this time of the day is that I am staying overnight at work. “Hello.” I swiped the caller ID and spoke into the phone without checking the caller. “You bette
Gwen's POV “What?!” The whole room resonated with her shout. I almost jumped out of my chair in response to her reaction. It was not surprising though. She always reacted overly. “Are you saying what I think you're saying?” She asked in a hushed tone like someone would walk in and catch her. I shrugged in reply. “What do you think?” I said silently. I felt a little embarrassed and I'm sure my cheeks turned pink just confessing to her what I'd done. “I know you two have a past, and the man is fine as hell, but he's the enemy and you know it.” She sounded with so much conviction that I felt like a child who had been scolded by her mother. “I know. I know. I…I..don't even know how to explain myself right now. It just happened.” I said to her almost in a lamenting voice. “No matter what happens, he's still your enemy for now. Fine, you work together a little but you should know that he wants to take your child away from you. Well, I'm sure that is what will happen if he knows about
Gwen's POV I sighed gently as I placed my head on the window sill beside my dress. Funny how I could not bring myself to sleep all these days. So instead of wasting the days away, I worked my ass off instead. I didn't give room for unnecessary thoughts even though they came along. Between different meetings and work calls, I made sure that there was still work in between. There is no avenue for unnecessary thoughts. Why? Because they were not worth it. Tam has been on my ass, telling me to rest and all, but how can I tell her the reason why I am working myself so hard was that I didn't want to be a scapegoat for my thoughts of my ex-fiancee and what I allowed him to do to me? Even the thought of it made my cheek burn. “Boss?” I jerked back to the present when I felt someone tap me. “Yes?” I sighed inwardly, not liking the fact that I went off again. “I'm sorry. Did you say something?” I asked. “No. I wanted to remind you that you are done and the dress needs to be taken to the s
Charles POV I knew what was going on in her mind and what she meant to do by doing this. I knew that she planned to hate me because of this later and probably pin it all on me. But even after knowing all of this, I still indulged her. I could not resist. She knew how much she affected me. The effect she had on me, no woman has ever held a candlelight even up to it, and she'd use that against me. I hated how much I loved the feel of her lips against mine and how warm it felt. It felt like being home after a long time. She felt like home. Bringing myself to the present, I pulled away from her gently. My eyes were still closed, but I could still feel her eyes on me. I forced them open to look at her. Desire hazed her eyes. She missed me too. She knew deep in her mind that we belonged together, and there was nothing that could stop whatever it was that was going on between us right now. I hate how much it hurts. “Don't do this, Gwen. Pl..please.” I hate how weak I become bec
“I'll drop you off at home.” His voice jerked me out of the thoughts that was swirling in my head. Since our ordeal the other time, I've not had it in me to sleep at all. I could not close my eyes talk less sleep. “What?” “You have made it a habit of making me repeat what I say right?” He replied me. “Oh. Sorry. But I can get myself home by myself.” I said to him. I was already planning on doing so before he said it. I stood up from the bed ignoring his presence and made my way to the bathroom. Needing to wash my face and put myself in order before I left. I felt much more better than I was throughout the whole of yesterday. Only God knows what he gave to me. But whatever it is, I really appreciated it. It was like I as never sick. I sighed as I threw water on my face. After I was done with that, I threw my hair up in a messy bun. It was strange how I was not shy around the man to say the least. There should be this level of shyness where I should feel like he should not see my
I shut my eyes immediately when I opened them. They felt too heavy. I felt as though bricks were tied at the edge of my eyes and pulled them apart. This is really terrible. After a few minutes of battling within myself, I forced myself to open my eyes. The ceiling looked unfamiliar so a feeling of fear gripped me. What was I doing in this place? Before I could put two and two together, I heard Charles' voice. “Calm down. You're safe.” Immediately I heard his voice, my frayed nerves calmed instantly. Don't ask me why, I don't know why myself. It's a reflex reaction that just happened. I looked towards the direction of where the voice came from and I saw him sitting on a chair that was somewhere in the corner of the room. He had a book in his hands like he was reading it and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. Don't ask me how I can see that too, I just saw it. But when did he start using glasses? The question found its way to my mind. “You like it? I started using it a few year
I was sitting in his arms in a comfortable silence a few minutes later. It felt like the silence was comfortable but it was nowhere near the turmoil going on within me. As much as I wanted to be in his arms, we needed to talk. Maybe I've been overreacting all of these while. Maybe it was all my fault. I can't get over the fact of what happened to him. It's exhilarating. “We need to talk.” I said simply and I felt him stiffen behind me. Here goes nothing and everything. “Yeah. We need to.” He affirmed and I nodded like I wanted his permission to actually go ahead to talk. “About Charlie, I think we can work around something. Probably get you to meet her and introduce you to her officially.” I said. It was easier said than I had anticipated or expected. I did not expect it to be that easy for me to say. Maybe I already knew that this day would come and that I'd have to talk about it sooner or later. And my mind knew that I could turn Charles away for so long. Hearing about the ac