"Come on. Let's eat," I said, winking and he slipped out from under me. “Wait. First, where is your bathroom?" Nicholas asked.I rolled my eyes before I responded to his question. "Over there," I said.He smiled dashingly as he walked in the direction I pointed to. I shook my head in disbelief as I watched his tall figure walk away. At that moment, my ears tuned in to the familiar sound of the front door clicking open. I glance up anxiously and felt a weight I hadn't even realized was on my shoulders disappear when I was blessed with the reassuring sight of Rianne, looking as flawless and groomed to perfection as always.She entered through the doorway with her arms full to the brim with groceries. However, it seemed that she simply forgot this fact because the moment she noticed me standing there, all the things in her arms fell to the floor with a clatter and I was instantly enveloped in a tight hug. "Oh my God, Ophelia! You're okay!" she exclaimed.I found myself glancing behind
I woke up with a jolt, and my breathing was ragged as my mind raced. Will these nightmares ever go away? I asked myself.I shook off the eerie flashing images rattling through my mind as I scrambled out of bed. Almost instantly, all of the responsibilities I had been neglecting for the past week come crashing down on me. I was finally forced to accept that I needed to start searching for a new job sooner rather than later. I spent multiple hours last night deliberating on whether or not asking Nicholas for my old job back would be a good idea. I knew he likely wouldn't hesitate to give it back to me, considering how difficult it was to quit in the first place but could that even work? It would mean that the only way I could get fired would be if we broke up. Would working with my boyfriend as my boss be weird? Boyfriend? Was he even my boyfriend? He said he would try dating but we hadn't had that conversation yet. I slipped on a light wash yellow tank top and blue jeans before he
I had said practically every curse word in the book in nervousness by the time Thursday came around, and at 2:00 PM, I found myself pacing around the living room in anxiousness as I awaited Nicholas's arrival. I knew it was at least half an hour's drive away. Everything in the city centre was, so the fact that I likely wouldn't be as ridiculously early as I was used to was nerve wracking enough in itself. Eventually, my restlessness got the best of me and I finally used the phone Nicholas lent to me to text him. Me: Hey. What time are you coming?I had to endure an agonizing five minute wait before he replied. Nicholas: Something came up, and I am sorry. Is it too late to get a taxi? I felt a small stab of disappointment, but I pushed it away. Then I started typing out a reply.Me: No. Don't worry about it.I was sure that my reply most certainly conveyed my slight irritation. He, for one, should have known how important punctuality was in order to make a good impression. It cou
I stared up at the towering building. "Kendrick Incorporation" it read in huge and bold letters, the same way it did when I first stood here staring up at it, right before I walked into the building and attended that single job interview that changed my life for good. I peeked through the glass windows, scanning the lobby for anyone I recognized. Am I really doing this? Am I really showing up at Nicholas's workplace uninvited? I asked myself.Yes, I am. Because he had made no effort to contact me since he blew me off before my interview with Baylor Publishing, and regarding the event in Queens, I tried to pretend that I could function without the closure.But frankly, I preferred to walk in and see him making out with another woman and understand all the silence than to have sat around relieving our past conversations and wondering what it was that I did wrong. However, the second that thought came into my mind, I took it back immediately. No, I would have preferred him to ignore
"I want to kiss you but I don't want to catch whatever it is you have," I said.He laughed at that; a true, whole body consuming laugh that caused me to move as well. I joined in as well, laying my head on his chest. "Maybe, but just don't kiss me on the lips," he said and I could almost hear his smirk. My heart skipped a beat when I met his penetrating gaze. Oh! He means I should kiss him on the cheek, I figured.I was unable to stop smiling as I leaned in, ever so slowly, to plant a kiss on his cheek. But just as my lips were about to come in contact with his, I decided to leave a single light kiss on his jaw instead. He inhaled sharply as I started to leave feather light kisses all the way down his throat until I got to the base of his neck. I glanced up, meeting his eyes as if I was asking for his approval, and the beaming grin I received from him was more than enough to encourage me to continue my trail across to his collarbone, which was clearly visible above his soft linen
“Your place or mine?" I snapped out of my daydream at the sound of Nicholas's husky voice. “Huh? Oh, um… mine," I stuttered. He arched a single brow at my reply, before repeating it to someone that I didn't recognize who was seated with a perfect posture in the driver's seat. I tried my best not to look offended by his reaction, but I was pretty sure I failed miserably because I felt him nudge me lightly in the ribs after a beat of silence. “Don't sulk, Ophelia. I happen to like your apartment very much," he said and now it was my turn to raise a brow. "Okay, well, it is on the cozy side," he said and I scoffed at his words before he continued. “But I am not complaining because it also has a smaller bed." My face heated up as he smirked suggestively, his eyes dark and brooding, before he slid closer to me, his fingers brushing my hip. "Is sex all you think about?" I asked without thinking. The moment I realized what I just said, I glanced consciously at the driver in the fron
When I opened the door, I was greeted by a large pair of frightened brown eyes, which ended up belonging to a delivery boy with a mop of curly brown hair atop his head. My heart clenched at his resemblance to William, but it was faint so I plastered a dazzling smile on my face. His jaw dropped open when he saw me, and I decided to take it as a compliment as he slowly handed me the pizza box. "Um, hi, I am Mick," he said.I blinked awkwardly as he slapped his palm on his forehead. "Oh, sorry! You probably didn't need to know that." I tried for a reassuring laugh as I fished out my purse. "No, it is okay. I am Ophelia." "That's a pretty name,” he commented with a shy smile, and I could feel the pink tinting my cheeks as I handed him the money. The second the notes left my hand, he fumbled and dropped them, and we both watched as they fluttered slowly to the ground. "Sorry!" he apologized again as he stooped to pick them up. "It is okay, you don't have to be so nervous," I said wi
We sat in silence for a few seconds, and I wondered if I should say something. "Okay, if that is a pro of dating, what is a con, then?" he asked innocently, and I blinked frantically. Why was he me asking this? "I don't know… Uh, maybe the jealousy?" I said with a small frown, but Nicholas seemed unaware of this because I was pretty sure I saw him grin. "Oh, yes. You were so jealous of that flight attendant on the flight over to Washington." I choked on my gasp. So he remembered that? "I was not!" I exclaimed, protesting what I knew was true.Since I was appalled by his very true accusation, I decided to retaliate with something I knew would tick him off. "Oh, wait, did you hear that? I think Mick is waiting for me outside, or maybe it is William or even Mike?" I said with a giggle and watched as his face dropped, then he flushed with relief as he realized that I was just kidding. "I thought you were serious for a moment there," he said as he joined me in laughter, his eyes c
NICHOLAS Two hours later, we were sitting in my bed, swaddled under the covers with a random movie playing on the television. Our legs were tangled together with her cheek was against my chest, and there were plates of unfinished food around the dresser beside us. Usually, the mess would have been bugging me but right now, there were more important things on my mind. Currently, it was watching Ophelia’s face break into laughter every time something funny happened on the screen. Her hair was usually in the way, but when I did glance down and saw her chuckling softly, something powerful ignited inside of me. I loved seeing her smile. Infact, I needed to see her smile. It has become as essential as food and water to me and I had never been so captivated by someone before in my life. She noticed my stillness and tilted her head up to glance at me. She was silently asking me what was wrong, but I couldn't think of a single cheeky remark, not even a joke to hide my true intentions. Her
OPHELIA It took me half an hour to find him but when I did, I somewhat wished that I hadn't. He was sitting on a bench outside the hospital entrance, and I realized that he often resorted to these when he wanted no one to find him. My heart was pounding in my chest as I gazed at him from afar for a moment. I could immediately tell that there was something wrong with him. He was curled up with his head in his hands and even from across the street, I could see that he was shivering. When I got closer, I realized that it was not just from the cold because he was shaking with sobs. Infact, his body was wracked with them."Oh, Nicholas," I whispered and raced up to him as fast as I could. He tried to stand up but not before I grabbed his hand to pull him back down. The sound of his harsh breathing as he roughly wiped his tears away was the only sound on the desolate street surrounding us. “Talk to me," I pleaded. Alarmed, I tried to place a hand on his face but he shifted away. "Don't
OPHELIA I walked through the admissions foyer of the hospital and Rianne's mother was waiting for me at the entrance. After greeting her warmly, I immediately asked her if Rianne was awake yet, although deep down I knew that it was a long shot because she probably would have texted me.It still hurt to hear that nothing had changed since she left last night. I tried not to show my disappointment on my face though. "She may have come to overnight. I haven't seen her yet today because I was waiting for you." I smiled at her thoughtfulness before she continued. "So is your other half coming today?" I pursed my lips at her question and she read my expression immediately. "Don't worry about it, dear. He did seem a little uncomfortable yesterday. I am sorry if it was because of me." "No, no, it wasn't. He should be here soon. He is just at work right now." "Oh?" She looked at me inquisitively as we walked side by side through the Accident and Emergency unit."Where is he working? I am
OPHELIA I woke up with a start, struggling to catch my breath as the vivid pictures from my nightmare slowly faded from my mind. I couldn't help my frustration when I realized that this was the second one I had had in the past few days. I really thought I was over them. When I glanced to my left, I could see that there was already light outside the wall-sized window. Where did Nicholas go? My eyelids were heavy so I clearly hadn't slept long enough to catch up on sleep entirely, but it was disappointing nonetheless to know that he must still be working. I got to my feet, deciding to go and get some water since my throat was abnormally dry. I walked into the kitchen, surprised to see a new bag sitting on the floor next to my own. I recognized it as Nicholas's suitcase, and I automatically assumed that someone must have found it in our villa in The Bahamas and delivered it here. Maybe Shane arrived in Washington and brought this bag with him? Both bags were unmoved from in front of
OPHELIA "Nick. Hey, where are you going? Nicholas!" I caught up to him and eventually, he accepted that he couldn't ignore me any longer and hesitantly turned around. "Why are you leaving?" I asked him."We can come back when she is conscious," he replied ."I don't understand. We waited for hours to see them and now you want to leave?" He looked at me and I realized that he was breathing harder than usual. His eyes were wide and his face was abnormally pale. "Can we just… go? Please?" His voice was trembling and suddenly, I blanched, realizing that this may be much more than I thought it was. "Ohh, okay. But please just tell me what is going on." I hurriedly signed us out at the front desk and scuttled after him. The front doors slid open as we left the hospital, and I was thankful that the sun had risen in the time we had been inside. The cold was still biting, but it was not as harsh as it had been earlier. "It was difficult for me to watch them together," he finally said
OPHELIA The clock continued to tick mockingly on the wall opposite us, marking time passing painfully slowly. It was only the end of November, but it was already viciously cold in the waiting room as if it was already full-blown winter. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt as if I was freezing to death, even as I was with Nicholas's jacket on and his arms were wrapped around me. Minutes became an hour, and an hour becames hours. I had lost track of how long we had been sitting in the waiting room by the time a doctor appeared, asking if we were here to see Rianne Thomas and Dave Hank. Rianne's mother and I jumped out of our seats, both with expectant expressions on our faces. Nicholas stayed back as the doctor introduced himself, and I thought he was probably wondering if he would even be allowed to see them because he wasn't direct family of Rianne's, or even that close to her. In fact the last time I checked, they hated each other's guts. "Hi, I am Doctor Nathaniel.” T
OPHELIAIt must have gotten considerably colder in Washington while we were away, because the few cars parked by the hospital had a layer of thick white snow on their roofs, and the ground was coated with icy mud. The moment Nicholas parked the car in the deserted parking lot, I was ready to unbuckle my seatbelt and bolt to Rianne's side. I already felt terrible that we weren't here sooner but hopefully, her mother would understand because we were halfway across the world when we were informed of the accident. Nicholas seemed to sense my predicament because he turned to me the second we were no longer moving. "Go," he said and I smiled gratefully as I scurried out of the car and up to the towering hospital entrance. I could see Nicholas's figure reflected in the glass of the front doors. He was looking slightly less calm and collected than usual as he walked in behind me. I, on the other hand, couldn't seem to breathe as the place we were suddenly dawned on me. The last time I wen
NICHOLAS Eventually, she detached her lips and smiled lazily at me before she opened her mouth to speak. “You don't know what I want to do to you right now," she whispered as she sat up and began to plant small kisses on my neck. I must have been too preoccupied with trying to unzip my jeans to notice the way she sucked and nibbled harshly on the skin just below my ear for a little too long. “Nice.” Her tone was proud as she kissed the tender skin one final time. Just then, I froze as what she just did suddenly dawned on me. "You did not just give me a hickey," I bit out but she just grinned widely at me so I went on, "You have got to be kidding me. I have important meetings coming up." She continued to smile, and it was beyond contagious as her hand landed on my boxers. She rubbed the material over my bulge as I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck. "I am sure I can make it up to you," she said and that same smile was still on her face. "Oh, I am sure you can." My voice
NICHOLAS I soon grew tired of the silent driving. I really thought Ophelia would have broken and spoken to me by now, but I guess I didn't realize just how upset with me she was. Out of instinct, I reached over and brushed the hair out of her eyes, but she only stiffened at my small display of affection. My hand found hers and I pulled it to my lips so that I could kiss it tenderly with my eyes still on the road as I steered with one hand. She didn't snatch it away, which I guessed was a good sign. So I dragged my kiss down to her knuckles and wrist next, feeling the softness of her pale skin beneath my lips. She still didn't show any emotion, as she kept on listening to whatever song she had playing on her phone. I put her hand back in her lap in defeat, resting my arm on her thigh instead. I waited a silent minute or so before I couldn't help myself any longer. Then I began to rub the skin on her leg just below the hem of her dress. Cautiously, I made a move to slide my hand fu