'That will be all for now. Thank you.' Raquel Anderson addressed the bell boy who had brought up the package delivered to her agent, barely looking at him as she focused on her tablet.
As he made to go, she realised herself and dropped a tip of a hundred pounds on the table, motioning to him to pick it up.
'Thank you ma'am.' His voice betrayed as much excitement as his teenage face, he even blushed as he held the money with his both hands. Raquel shook her head at his youthful exuberance, motioning for him to take his leave.
'Oh, sorry.' He muttered as he left, but not before he displayed an embarrassing blush and his eyes wandered a bit to know if he could see the tan skinned woman he had recently started crushing on. He adjusted his name tag as he closed the door behind him, staring at the huge amount of money he had just received and thinking it was good compensation for not seeing her.
Standing outside the lift,
'Nothing will get in the way.' She could say nothing else, but at that time, she had never felt Anderson Raquel talk to her about anything personal as she just did. Like a mother who wanted her to succeed. 'Okay then, enjoy yourself, you're in your prime anyway. I'll stop being a bitch about it. He does seem to be serious about you.' And before Jade could respond, she added in a conspiring whisper, very much unlike her personality. 'I saw him doing the walk of shame this morning when I came to wake you up for your exercise.' Again, stunning her, she winked and left. Jade wanted to cry as the door closed in her face. Next she was smiling, and then laughing like a maniac. She was happy, not just because she had cleared the air with the mean woman. No, that couldn't even be the source of her happiness. It was because her own manager, mean old Raquel had admitted that Ricky was looking at her in a serious way. Well, if only they
Jade wished she could teleport and kick the little ass in the shin. 'Baby, bad boys like Tom never say the truth. He was lying okay? You have a dad, and he loves you, very much.' It was bad enough lying to the little girl about her father loving her; the idiot had never wanted anything to do with her or her mother. He probably thought she hadn't been born. 'But I want one to take me to school so I can show off to Tommy! I want a daddy like other children!' Jade scratched her head, feeling helpless. She had known that this was bound to happen, she had just never envisaged it to be this soon. 'It's okay, you'll have one, okay? What should I get you when I'm coming back? Halloween costumes? The first edition of Oliver Twist?'But Esmeralda wasn't a kid that could easily be placated, neither could her mind be easily diverted. 'I want to talk to Yicky my fyend. I want him to be my daddy.' Typical of Esmeralda, making d
'He insulted her about not having a father. Then, she insisted on talking to you, babbling nonsense about wanting to call you daddy. I was coming to apologise beforehand. That was it.' Jade wondered afterwards as she equally took a seat on the bed, how she had managed to say the words without stuttering. Ricky froze internally, feeling his body increase its degree of perspiration. He didn't know what he was feeling and what he wasn't. He felt honoured that the little girl had thought of him, but paired with it was a feeling of fear; fear that he might disappoint her. He didn't even know the kind of disappointment he would probably put her through, all he knew was that he was lacking. Terribly. He wondered what Jade was thinking looking at the beach with his corridor doors open. Was she thinking of how to distance herself away from him since her baby girl was showing signs of getting attached to him? After all, she was intelligent enough to know that he wasn't father ma
Jade stood, dumbstruck and numb-rendered. Begged him to be in her bed? Tired of this what? Bullshit? Peekaboo? Her chest heaved up and down in anger, her eyes darkening in rage and shame. Okay, okay, she had to calm down, she told herself over and over again. Because what she wanted to do at that moment was to grab the glass of drink and haul it at his head.She couldn't transfer her anger at the innocent drink that stood staring at her from the open freezer. She knew she was throwing a childish tantrum, knew that Esmeralda alone could be pardoned for acting out in that way, but she was completely in the mood to be a child; to throw things the way she wanted without caring about what was expected of her. Mind made up even after considering the consequences, she grabbed hold of the bottle of wine beside the beer and walked off, stopping in front of Ricky who had his legs crossed on the table, sipping his drink tapping
The human hormones were tricky; they adapted to one's mood and took control of their emotions. It switched sides like a fickle mistress as well, and once it did, left regrets spewing in the brain, abandoning the individuals to the decisions they had taken based on their previous hormones. Its effect was endless, Ricky thought as he dressed up after taking a shower, one of which was how fast he had metamorphosed from a poet to a philosopher in few minutes. He couldn't be blamed anyway, one wasn't expected to have his self-esteem killed and not bring it up with self-motivating speeches. You are nothing but an ass And always will be. His doorbell chimed and he strapped his watch into place, checking the time before opening the door. Ginger stood at the other end hugging her tablet to her chest with her face made up and her hair pulled into two ponytails.
Awkward didn't begin to cover the atmosphere.The tension was so thick it made the distance between the two CEOs seated across one another on the long table seem wider. Stronger.Jade Kimberley Raymonds had walked into the resort lounge at exactly a minute to the designated time, and had Ricky not been completely pissed at her, he would have perhaps felt admiration for her ability to keep to time.But that wasn't a luxury he could afford, or so he told himself. He had waited in the lounge five minutes to the time he had given her, flexing his fingers continuously and preparing himself for the awkward meeting he would have with her. He was fucking pissed at her, but he struggled with another emotion which he hated at the moment.Despite the harsh words they had exchanged, he hated to admit to himself that he had missed her. Hell, he had tossed in bed the night before, unable to sleep for hours. He hadn't had the will to get any work done, since it ha
He was like a proper addiction, the kind that couldn't be tamed with any other thing apart from him, himself.She had never felt this way before, so restless and angry and yet wanting the cause with so much hunger.Even as she sat looking and acting like the proper Queen of Ice he had indirectly accused her to be, she was practically clenching her thighs beneath the table, because oh boy, Ricky Mears was a whole package of yummy, spicy and hot. The power of his masculinity which emanated from his body regardless of what he wore was..."I see. You're yet to open it I guess?" That hoarse voice which had talked dirty to her ignited feelings of desire which still ran deep in her bloodstream despite her strong resolve to return to the time before she knew him. He was unforgettable."No, let me do that. Is there a problem?" She opened the document as she spoke, wondering what had possibly gone wrong. In her deep concentration on the screen, she was
She felt as though she were drowning, caught in a taillight with no escape whatsoever. His strong fingers explored and kneaded the flesh of her arm, reaching down to her waist and stopping to rest on her thighs. He pulled her turtle-neck down to grant his lips more access to her fresh neck. Like a thirsty vampire, he bit the smooth skin of her neck harshly, quickly soothing the pain with his tongue. The blend of pain and pleasure drove her nuts, and the hands she hadn't realised had slid to his shoulders held him tightly, her mouth seeking his in desperation, her body aching to be with him. One with him. To have him inside her. Jade arched her back as his fingers spread on her thighs, his hands exploring and hovering on her lean waist. Her power of reasoning eluded her at her point, and all she found herself doing was whimpering, begging for his touch to sooth the sexual frustration she felt. Needing him to fill the void that had been created the moment they had foug