“Neriah?” Shawn calls, stepping into the bathroom where Cainan just left. It is quiet as the graveyard and his heart feels as though about to explode. He sees Neriah by the basin washing her hands. “Neriah?” He calls again and this time she looks up at him. “Shawn, hey,” she warmly smiles at him as she pulls the tissue and wipes her hands before tossing it into the dustbin. “What’s going on and why the hell is Cainan leaving the ladies’ bathroom.” Shawn's tone is hard and demanding answer. “I got you your job back?” There’s no victory in her words and for someone who just did something good, she doesn’t look good and this draws him in weirdly. The news is indeed good news, but stupidity would rejoice before knowing how the good news came about. He stares at her for an unending moment before requesting, “Can I at least ask how you could do that? The Cainan I know does not negotiate or changes his mind Neriah, what did he ask for in return?” “Nothing,” she answers with a mild shrug
“Move in with me,” Shawn says, after a long while of watching Neriah go through the vacancy spot available in the newspaper. It’s been four days since they got the eviction notice and so far there has been no luck in finding a new place for Neriah to move to. Most of the apartments are too expensive or too poor to even consider or have already rented out to others. Shawn bought and brought in the newspaper earlier today and Neriah has spent all her hours on it calling the numbers on the houses that are available and Shawn has tried to be the most supporting boyfriend around her. She immediately looks up at him. “What?” He gets up from his chair and moves to sit close to her, making their bodies touch. “Move in with me,” he says again. “You live with your mom,” she points out to him without even bothering to look up. “And let’s not forget she’s still recovering.” He laughs, but shakes his head, “My mom lives with me, there’s a huge difference and yes, but she’s improved faster than
The taxi comes to a stop at the Inferno company building and Shawn gets down and pays the taxi driver before turning around and looking at the gigantic company building. There’s a chill that runs down his spine as he looks at the building once again. Maybe it’s because Cainan threw him out of this place three months ago and his plead and cry for mercy fell on the deaf ears of the man, who now wants him back. He also doesn’t forget the fact that Cainan had kissed his girlfriend before giving him this job and even though he had punched him in the face for that, he doesn’t think that is enough for what he did or the things he said. Shawn's not thrilled, no. He has a bad feeling about it and he knows it’s not going away soon. Although hoping for the best, he reminds himself who he’s working for and that’s Inferno. At exactly eight o’clock, he steps into the fourth floor of the building and he remembers most of the faces that turned to him and some stare at him with a face filled with co
Just like the previous day, Shawn knocks on Neriah’s door at exactly seven forty-five a.m. and she opens it before smiling brightly at him. She’s wearing black skinny jeans and a white T-shirt. Her thick curly hair is packed into a neat bun and there’s a little trace of make-up on her face. She has always been pleasant and mind-blowing with her looks and beholding it makes his day even better. “Good morning, Mr Ola,” she greets, pulling closer to him. He’s wearing a strong, but real nice Cologne and all she wants to do is bury her face in his chest and leave it there. “Good morning, princess.” He says before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to himself. “Did you sleep well?” She bites her lips and nod still smiling brightly at him, “Did you?” “Hmm, of course I did.” He takes her lips between his for a deep and sensual morning kiss. “It was the best because I dreamt of you.” Her eyes spark with excitement. “Really? What was I doing?” He wraps his arms around her w
He’s wearing a black suit and a sky blue shirt inside with a black tie. His hair is black, parted at the side to give his face a defined look, although there’s a thick shade covering his face. The morning sun coming up to shine on his face and illuminates his whole appearance. She will not say she’s surprised to see him because that would be a complete lie. She’d always known he’s been following her. It was also obvious he was the one. The Ferrari he’s in is usually not spotted around this vicinity, which she looks for a house as it looked too classy to be around the rural settlement. She feels infuriated though, at how far he’s willing to go just to see another human being suffer misfortune and pain. If she didn’t know better, she would say he found pleasure in watching her suffer and be miserable, and this is someone with many humanitarian awards. “I hope you’re happy and satisfied now,” she says, glaring at him. He removes the shade he’s been wearing from his face, revealing hi
“The result came in.” this causes her to draw a sharp breath, but he continues, “I know you’re dying, Neriah. And this may sound cliché, but I want to help you.” The door open wider not because Cainan pushes it, but because Neriah lets go and moves aside, allowing Cainan to step in, but once he’s fully in, she surges forward and slaps him hard on his face. She thought that was all there was in her until she strikes again, this time harder than the first. Her first outburst doesn’t surprise Cainan, nor does the second one. He’s, however, surprised she’s been so calm in all of this. “You want to help?” She demands incredibly, scoffing loudly, “Take me back to three months ago when you kicked me out of my apartment when I had so much hope for the little life I had then or a week ago when an eviction notice came and kicked me back to the bottom, or this morning when the last hope I had in life crashed before my very eyes all because you had ruined me completely!” “Neriah, that was—” he
The last words of Shawn rang in her head for days and nights. She wished she could turn back time and go back to three months ago when they first met and make things right and she wishes to go back to three days ago and take back everything that had happened. Though she feels relief that Shawn now knows the truth, the cost thereof seems to have become higher than the truth. Since he walked out of the door three days ago, she had waited for his return. Every day she would wait and pray that he gets a change of heart. She knew what he was going through was hard, but witnessing him go through it, knowing he resented her, was harder. Their relationship had ended, which was what she had initially wanted, but now she resents ever wanting that. Shawn was one of the good things in her life and losing that felt and still felt worse than death itself. She couldn’t turn her heart off and go on as though nothing happened. He was a part of her life and he brought positivity into it every day he ca
Shawn walks down from the door. “Hey,” he says as he gets over to her bedside. Although she’s overwhelmed with surprise, she replies, “Hi,” before turning to look at Cainan. “What did you do?!” Neriah can see mischievousness written all over Cainan’s face even though he hasn’t uttered a word, “Not much, had a long talk with him.” Then she looks back to Shawn, with wide eyes, “Please tell me he didn’t threaten you into doing anything.” “He did,” Shawn answers with a quick nod, “but I needed it.” “Thanks for the flower.” She smiles brightly at him. She hasn’t felt this happy in days now and it is so obvious to Cainan, but she can’t bring herself to care at this point. He beams at her, “You’re welcome.” “I’ll give the both of you room,” Cainan speaks up and Neriah nods before he makes his way out of the ward. Shawn takes a seat in the little space beside her on the bed and he takes her cold left hand into his and gently strokes it. Neriah, seeing the opportunity, she has seized i