Screaming Hearts

Brent Damien  Davis  “Wait for me! I'll just put sunblock,” I was sitting on my surfboard when I heard a voice of a girl from afar. It was the anniversary of my father's company, the Davis' Construction Group and we had a team-building celebration at Ocean City in New Jersey. I used to attend different kinds of occasions because my Dad never missed bringing us along. That served as my training ground on how to deal with the people in business knowing that someday I will replace him in his position. I never regretted coming to that place, the sea and the waves brought calmness to my soul. That time, I was just waiting for the bigger waves because I was out to surf.  I looked around and my attention was caught by a girl with wavy brunette hair. I think she was around 14 or 15 years old and she was kind of adorable.  She was smiling from ear to ear as she ran towards a group of young girls and boys. I think they were also the family m

I woke up early and did my morning run at Runyon Canyon. After an hour, I headed to Hollywood downtown to have my breakfast at The Bagel’s Coffee house- my favorite coffee shop in LA. Aside from having a tasteful bagel, they're also making a pure organic coffee that could satisfy my cravings at a very low cost. I used to spend my time at the place after my exercise. “Davis' Construction Group of Companies signed a contract with the US Engineering Department for a billion-dollar Subway Project” written on the front page of a newspaper. After all the years, they managed to be the leading construction firm in Europe and the US. I could say they're good at hiding their anomalies. I took the time to read the contents while sipping my aromatic coffee. I found out that they belong to top global companies that earned more than a million dollars per month. My anger grew bigger because they don't deserve success after what they've done to my father. "W

“Here’s your coffee, Mr. Davis,” I placed the cup on the right side of his table. It was only 11:30 in the morning but I already served him his second cup of coffee. I couldn't stop myself to think if he's trying to kill himself of too much caffeine. Tsk! He was so busy reading a document but I took the courage to ask about what he wants for lunch. I needed to inform Mr. Harris ahead of time because it was his instruction to me. “No, don’t bother I’m fine with this coffee,” his attention was focused on the document. I think he was studying the restaurant's status and financial report but he should not skip his meal. “Are you sure? You should eat real food. Too much coffee isn't good for our body,” He looked at me with those deep and captivating eyes. It Seemed he was suppressing a smile and even I, did not realize I talked too much. Damn! He cleared his throat “Okay, I’ll be having pasta Farfalle Cheese. You can also order for your lunch,” my eyes wid

"Kelsie, would you mind if we drop by a restaurant to have some dinner?" he spoke calmly. I stilled because I didn't know what to say. "Dinner?" I asked him back with furrowed brows in confusion.  "Yeah," he confirmed. I wanted to refuse but when I thought of my plan, I realized that would be a good opportunity. Besides, I felt famished listening to my professor. "Alright," I replied like a whisper and I saw him suppressed a smile before we drove off. “I know a restaurant around here that you will love,” he started a conversation and I just nodded at him.  “How’s your class? Are you not having a hard time dealing with work and studies?" He sounded normal like talking to a friend. Honestly, the personality that I was seeing greatly puzzled me. I cleared my throat “I’m used to it, Mr. Davis," I replied shortly but decided to elaborate a bit. "I need to work hard to earn a degree for a better future". “I admire you for t

I was quite occupied by a lot of books I needed to read and study. It was necessary to finish reviewing all because of my schedule at work. My course required a lot of readings, writing pleadings, as well as researching facts, issues, and legal basis in a certain case. I felt thankful that no Brent barged my Sunday. I couldn’t think of any idea about my next step in revenge every time he’s near me. On a Monday,  I was rushing towards the elevator as I don’t want to be late on the first day of the week. I was about to enter the lift when I accidentally bumped into a man holding a cup of coffee. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to..." I couldn’t finish my sentence because of too much tension. I kept on wiping his shirt and the coffee stain spread awfully. “Ms. It’s okay. It was an accident,” he smiled at me and my brows furrowed in wonderment. I couldn't believe he did not get angry with me. I looked at his face and I find him handsome. A dimple was vi