"I'm tired," I said honestly even though all that I wanted to do was join her in her dancing because this song moved my body.
Kelly looked amazing as she danced in the middle of the cabin, moving with the beat and her Julien McDonald designer dress that we had bought when she and I had flown to Paris for a runway show. Her hair was short and the perfect perm, her face had matured and she was no longer the insecure young lady that she was before, "oh, not even for your own Godson?" Kelly asked me as she spun around and her son having heard him being mentioned didn't even ask twice, he just jumped in to aid his mother in giving me FOMO as I watched the pair
I was more than happy with my life. I was living in a beautiful home, driving a beautiful car, had a fantastic job as a personal assistant and I was marrying my high school sweetheart.God had been good to me my entire life and things got even better when the love of my life went down on one knee and asked me to marry him.I was feeling on top of the world and nothing could bring me down.Nothing would bring me down, that's for sure, but something, or more like someone would make me reach highs I never knew I was capable of reaching. I found myself spending nights with a dangerous and possessive man, my hands digging into his back as his voice was a familiar sound.I went from being the absolute good girl to being crazy obsessed with non
You know when they say God is good all the time? Well, God has always been good to me. I’m well aware that many people aren’t as fortunate as I am and I’m eternally grateful for my life being red roses, butterflies and brisk walks in the park.I was an only child to my parents and I was therefore spoiled. I got every kind of toy I wanted, every kind of clothing that I wanted and I was sure to throw tantrums whenever things didn't go my way.I was in 9th grade the first time I met Junior Smith. Everything about him was perfect. He quickly became a jock and then became the quarterback, and I captured his attention during one of his football games and he pursued me for an entire year before I finally caved and let him in. It was the best decision I've ever made. We fell in love, and fast. We dated throughout high school and were even prom queen and king and voted most likely to get married in our yearbook.
Junior Smith is my soulmate. He treats me like the queen that I am, he's kind, funny, handsome and he treats me with great respect. He's the perfect man for me and I can't say how excited I am to be taking this next step with him.At times I sit back and just admire him, because how the hell did I ever get so lucky?He was sitting next to me with his hand holding mine and tracing circles on it as we sat in his apartment, speaking to our wedding planner, who was a man named Jared. Jared was one of the most famous party planners in our city and Junior and I only wanted the best for our wedding."Alright," Jared said as he sat across from us, "as you know, I booked The Palace," he told us which was a beautiful old castle that looked like a dream, "I gave you the only invite we had made so far," Jared poi
"Jared," I paused as I turned and smiled at my wedding planner, "meet, my boss, Mr Miller."I could see the change in Jared's facial expression. The surprise was clear on his face and to be honest, I was just as surprised at Mr Miller's request but I didn't- couldn't say anything. I had to make the situation feel normal by reasoning with myself that he only wanted to come with me to go dress shopping? And there's nothing wrong with that. Jared quickly composed himself and smiled widely, "it's lovely to meet you, Mr Miller," Jared even went as far as winking at Mr Miller and my eyebrows raised in surprise at the gesture, but to be honest, it's not the first time anyone's ever flirted with Mr Miller.Mr Miller is an extremely good looking man and everyone falls victim to his good looks."Can we get started?" I asked Jared because I didn't want to waste Mr Miller's time. I was here during his time and I don&rsqu
Junior and I both live terribly busy lives. Whenever I’m free, he’s not and whenever he’s free, I’m not but we don't stop trying to make this relationship work. I work hard at my job and I make sure I know everything there is to know about my boss, Mr Miller. I have to be there at his beck and call even if it's midnight on a Saturday night and I'm lying in Junior’s arm. If my phone rings and it's Mr Miller, I have to be there.With Junior, he had to prove himself all the time even though he was more than perfect at his job. He had to fight his way to the top, or more like fight his way into being a permanent employee at his company. All of his struggles have paid off. He’s not all there but as much as I live a beautiful life, so does Junior. He has a stunning loft apartment, a BMW X6 and excellent credit.We both understand how much hard work goes into living so comfortably so we give each other the
"So," Mr Miller spoke up as though he couldn't sense the awkwardness surrounding us at this moment, "Mr Smith, why don't you tell me a bit about how the two of you met?" he asked as he looked at me, then his eyes moved to Junior briefly, before his eyes were on me again and I distracted myself with the pizza on the table and then poured myself some more red wine."We met in school," Junior said simply and I looked at Junior to see if he was feeling some type of way about Mr Miller and I gathered from his eyes that he wasn't too fond of Mr Miller.I placed my hand atop of his, calming him down. At the end of the day, this was my boss and I do as much sucking up as I need to do, to ensure that check, "we were high school sweethearts, Mr Miller," I smiled at him, and then looked at his date Yolanda who was watching me with an expressionless face, "he was a jock and I was the good girl who was his tutor. We dated from tenth grade until sen
The ride back home with Junior was silent. I tried to crack several funny jokes but it didn’t work and Junior didn’t even grace me with a scoff or huff, he just gave me the cold shoulder. I was dreading whatever we would have to talk about but I knew that a fight was coming. I parked my car into his extra assigned parking space and we both got out of the car. He threw his arm over my shoulder as we walked into his apartment building and made our way up into his loft apartment.I didn't want to go inside because I knew the moment we did, there would be an argument. I watched as he unlocked the door and opened it. I held my breath as I walked into his apartment and watched as he began taking off his jacket. He tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and he finally faced me to give me a pissed off look."What the hell is going on between you and your boss?" he snapped at me and looked at me expectantly."
I could feel Stanley's eyes on me as I stiffly sat in one of his chairs in his office. I had stormed in here, poured myself some of his strongest whiskey and gulped it down before I filled an entire glass and threw a whole tray of ice into it."Fuck!" I exclaimed, slamming my hand on his desk as I formed my left hand into a tight fist, unable to stop my angry outbursts. I've had one every single day, especially after I see her. Ever since I found out she was fucking engaged.Zara, engaged? Who the fuck did she think she is? Letting some man marry her."Well, did you find out anything about him?" I asked Stanley through gritted teeth, He was standing in the corner of the room with his hands in his pockets. Today, he was the calm one.It was always the other way