"Yeah. " She replies with a smile anyone can place as a smirk.
"What game? "I venture to ask and her smile or smirk grows bigger.
"Never have I ever. "She replies and the mischievous smile on her face gives me the feeling she's in a naughty mood, but I shake my head to get the thought away. We are just strengthening our friendship. I have no right to think in ways that could ruin the bond we are trying to build.
"Okay. "I reply and her smile grows bigger. Any wider and her lips might just meet her eyes.
"I'd go first. "She replies as she pours more of the alcoholic content into our cups.
"Never have I ever had a one-night stand. "She says with a smirk and my eyes widen. She looks up at me and runs her index finger around the rim of her glass.
Well, this is interesting. What is she up to?
I pick up my glass and gulp down the content as I have had a one-night stand and I have a feeling she knows that and deliberately chose to say that toRoses POV;I walk out of my office building, searching my handbag for my car key. I was sure I dumped it in here when I got to work this morning. Or did I forget it on my desk? Do I really have to go back to the eighth floor?No. It has to be in here. I keep shuffling through my bag furiously in search of the key which is in the same bunch as the cars' remote. Damn it! If I had a driver, I won't be going through this much stress.Not like I don't have one, I do, but I don't like him driving me about, so I let him drive me out of the Duran compound, and once we're a fair distance away, he steps out and I take over the wheels. While he's free to spend his day however he wants. Then we meet back at the same spot and he drives me back home. As per my orders.I just want to live as a normal, working-class lady, but the secret guards monitoring one is enough the make that dream walk the plank."Afternoon ma'am, may I help you. "A voice says from beside m
Raymond's POV; I walk into the garden of the Duran house and find Frank and Damien, Stella's husband, sitting there. I came out here cause I have nothing to do. Rayon and Christiana are out at work, and I have a day off today. Things between Christiana and I have been quite warm since the day we shared a kiss. She ran into the restroom after kissing me and stayed almost an hour there. While I had to change out of my clothes into sleeping clothes, still thrown aback by her action. Only after I had laid down on the couch to sleep, did she come out of the restroom. I watched her creep around the room on tiptoes, thinking I was asleep. However, I had to show some dignity and shut my eyes when she made to change out of her dress into her nighties, and from there I slept off. The next day, which was yesterday, entailed her blushing furiously at my every touch, word, and action. It's a warm thing to imagine Christiana having feelings for me,
I freeze in my tracks as those words reach my ears. It's been 13 years since I lost my mother and no one. Not a single soul, has had the guts to speak about her in such a way.The highest I got, was from Stella. 'I wonder how you were raised? 'I was going to lash out on her, but Christiana stopped me...I turn to Damien slowly and question in hope that I heard wrong, for his own sake,"What did you just say? ""That's right. You heard me. Clearly, the bi*ch who raised you taught you no manners!I wonder what killed her. What was it? AIDS? STD? "He yells and an eruption takes place in my head.I suddenly lose control of my mind, sight, mobility, and self. I soon find my hands in clenched fists, flying to both my side simultaneously. Upon looking down, I find Damien beneath me.His lips are moving, and pain is written all over his sorry expression, but I can't hear him, neither can I stop.I soon feel strong arms take hold of me,
My heart begins to beat out of my chest as I stare at granny. I know this will not end well and the fact that I could have avoided this keeps pricking me like a needle.All those years on the streets, trying to be a bigger person, entailed me learning serious self-control. I know I had it in me to have controlled the situation better, but I just lost it.I couldn't bear the hurt of someone saying such nasty, filthy things about my mother. she was all I had for a very long time, and after losing her I still held onto memories to get by. And now some scumbag thinks he has the right to say sh*t about her.I stand frozen as grandma walks towards me. black dots bounce on my vision as she throws a nasty slap across my face."How dear you? Just who do you think you are to beat my grandson-in-law like that? "She screams in my face and I avert my gaze to my feet. Taking slow breaths."Have you forgotten your place in this house? You're nothing but a hoodlum
Christianas POV; Grandma turns to me slowly like she just heard a gunshot. She raises a brow at me and I swallow. Yes, I just got what I've been wanting from grandma, but that won't stop me from defending Raymond. She can take away the job for all I care, but I'm tired of watching them treat Raymond badly. Raymond is a good person. He's caring, supportive, mature, very friendly, and is the only friend I've had in a very long time. Above all, he's my husband and no one. None has the right to treat him like filth. I saw the way my mother treated my dad. Like a king. She was always there for him and made me understand that if anything happens to my husband, it will get to me too. I learned that from her. I don't know what Raymond did, but I don't need to know, before defending him. "That's right grandma. If my husband leaves this house today, I'm going with him. "I reply and grandma simply shoots daggers at me with her eyes. "Fine. Go then. No on
"Christiana, what's going on? Are you okay? "I question in worry. As she's just staring blankly at me."Of course I'm fine. I'm very fine. I mean, I have the best family in the world. They treat my husband with so much respect, I end up feeling like a Disney princess. "She replies sarcastically.She drops the almost empty bottle on the cupboard and walks graciously over to me. She sits beside me and speaks."You know, I never thought you'd have the balls to speak for yourself in this house. You always let them walk over you, and it agitated me.I hated myself for being your wife then. "She says and my eyes widen."Really? "I question in a bit of worry, and she chuckles."But now, you're my superman. Do you know, you look so irresistibly hot when you're mad? "She says and I almost choke on my saliva."Pardon? "I question and she suddenly snaps her head in my direction."I'm being honest.
Christiana's POV;"You slept on the bed. "I note."Oh. Yeah, about that. I'm... I'm sorry I... "He begins but I cut him."It's okay. "I reply with a smile and the expression on his face has a small brush of confusion. Which causes my smile to grow.He slowly looks down, and I follow his gaze. I find that he's staring at our interlocked fingers, and I quickly drag my hand away in embarrassment. I have no idea when I took hold of his hand, but I should have let go before he saw it!"Uhm... Uhm, Granny wants us downstairs. "I say to him with my face turned away from him." Sure. "He replies. I feel him get off the bed, and I watch him get into the restroom. I run my palms over my face. What's going on with you Christiana? I feel all fuzzy and excited. What's going on?Raymond comes out of the restroom with his hair dripping water, and my throat dries up as I
Roses POV; It's been almost a week since I met Rayon. The handsome stranger who helped me. My foot is a lot better, and I'm still with his wallet. I've been too coward to ask Raymond about him or to send the wallet to him through Raymond. Also because I want to get to see him again. It's noon, and I've spent most of the day at work. I need a stroll. I grab my bag and help myself out of the building. One thing with being the boss, is, no one questions you. Rayon's POV; I deliberately left my wallet in Rose's car a few days ago. With the hope of her requesting to see me, through Raymond. But nothing of that sort happened, so it's time for plan C. I am just a few feet away from her office when I spot her exiting the building. She's in a cute green dress, which has long, black, net sleeves. I exhale as I increase my pace. "Hello, "I greet. Startling her a bit. "Jesus Christ! "She exclaims. "So sorry, "I apologize, as sh