TRENT POV—I found myself glancing back at her ever so often. If there was one thing I could say, it was that my plan had worked perfectly well. Well, it wasn't really a plan in the first place, since I was only playing it by ear. I watched her with her cheeks all rosy as she swam in the water, showing off her strong strokes, just because, well, she had spent most of her years growing up in the countryside in Salamina, and so she decided to show off her superior swimming skills and rub it in my face because I basically lived all my life on business trips and touring the whole of America and Britain before I was sixteen. But of course, she didn't have to know about all of that. A part of me felt guilty for not telling her everything about me, especially since I was getting really close to her, but in reality, it wasn't really considered a lie since she didn't really ask me about it in the first place. Her views on me were mostly based on assumptions that she had reached over the y
ALINA POVOnly then did I truly realize how little I knew about Trent. And I was determined to change that fact. I noticed the way he always behaved, choosing to be a gentleman all the time, choosing to be there for me instead of telling me what was bothering him, choosing to hear and listen instead of speaking himself. So much so that I began to see him as some sort of perfect human without any problems whatsoever. But that was so wrong, wasn't it? He was human, just like every other person, and he had problems too - inner demons that he kept caged.He didn't usually give me this opportunity to see him so raw, so I was going to make the most of it. My mind warned me that I should respect his boundaries and not push him too far. He said he didn't want to talk about his sister, but I didn't even know her name yet. How could I just give up like that?"Come on," I muttered, probing him gently. "You said you were going to answer my question, didn't you? Are you backing out now?"He bi
ALINA'S POV —I spent the last couple of hours trying to convince Trent that I had to spend the weekend at Vanessa's. He was really obstinate and difficult, and kept on reminding me that I couldn't live without him. "Come on, Trent," I flung my hands in the air, breathless. His narcissistic vibes were stronger than I thought. After the... well, after the beach, something had changed between us, and he even used his charms to convince me into staying in his house. By charms, I meant invading my space too much that it was no longer room enough for three people. I swear he nearly brought in a mattress. So now, I was making some homemade pancakes for Niguez and me before we left, and he was being a kid, hugging me from behind and whining all over my shoulders about how much I loved him and couldn't live without him."Trent, I lived twenty-three years without you in my life," I said slowly, making sure I got my point across. He drew back in shock, "How come I didn't know about that?
TRENT POV We were officially dating now. There was a strange kind of freedom that came with it, like she was finally mine, no matter what. Like I was boundless now, and she was tailor made for me. And why I would rather she spent the weekend that her boss Clarence had not so graciously given her off... I swear I had nothing to do with it. Well maybe I had a fit with him for making her go tu the star frost labs once I figured it out for him. I told him to investigate their CEO. I didn't actually think that he would use her to do the job for him so I threatened him with his job if he didn't make it up to her and I may or may not have threatened him witb his life too when he pointed out that the day off he gave her to yhe beach was something. It wasn't enough to placate my anger, simply because I did not know that he went behind my back before that time .On the bright side, she finally embraced those feelings and let me in, okay she still glared at me in times like this when Niguez
Gomes POV —Frankly speaking, for a long time now, I had watched from afar and bided my time carefully, using the opportunity to attend to other things. The truth was that I didn't care about some girl I had slept with in university. For one thing, we all could agree that it was a huge mistake. And I meant it when I said that I had a lot better things to do with my life than to throw away my future and father a child.It wasn't about being caring; it was about priorities. And then, I was wise enough to make the firm decisions to survive. I wasn't ready for the responsibility. There was too much at stake, too much to achieve, and I couldn't throw all that away. I would never be happy, and neither would she.So I did the next best thing.I made her hate me so that she would go away. It worked, but she was too weak. She broke under the pressure and forgot that she was on a freaking scholarship. Scholarship students weren't allowed to slack. They certainly were not supposed to carry teena
GOMES POV —Another long, boring day at the company. I felt like I deserved an Oscar for surviving each day. But, for once, something interesting had happened. Before the day ended, just as I had predicted, Priscilla had gathered all the information on Trent. With a smile, I told her to document it and mail it to my house. Yes, surprise, surprise, the mail still worked. And she would have given it to me directly, but I had already sent her to represent me at a conference I had forgotten the name of. She reminded me that I had to go there today, so it was only fair that I sent her instead.I took the mail and drove through the huge metal gates of the mansion. Over the years, I had become quite established and, out of boredom, built several mansions around America. I had a couple in France and a villa near the lake in Colombia. The whole place screamed wealth, and recently, something else. I was ready to take care of my son now. Since I was already business-oriented and didn't car
ALINA'S POV —"Hey Allie, a little help here?" Vanessa called out from the kitchen. I chuckled, fiddling with the remote control of the plasma TV in the sitting room. Vanessa was the only one who ever called me that. I had been convinced that there was absolutely no way to shorten my name, but Vanessa always had other ideas. Niguez sat on the edge of the sofa, watching me in anticipation."We're your guests, Vanessa," I yelled back, with no intention of coming over. The last time we stayed together, she was absolutely helpless when it came to anything food-related, and though she had turned out to be a business guru, some things still remained the same. A voice at the back of my head told me that I might as well go over and help her a little, especially if I didn't want to feast on burnt sardines and toasted bread for dinner.There was some shuffling from the kitchen, and Vanessa showed up, with a spoon in her hand and her apron soiled with something that looked like flour. "Th
ALINA'S POV — There's nothing as unsettling as waking up on an early Monday morning with a terrible feeling in your gut. Trent drove us home on Sunday evening and Vanessa went back to Spain. She told me to call her whenever I needed anything, even if it was just to talk. She even joked and said that she was only one airplane away. I wish I could say that the terrible feeling that settled in my stomach was as a result of her leaving again and I was going to miss her terribly especially since she was always too busy with work and digital space didn't work too well with her. The only tik we had to reconnect and catch up on our liges was when she came back to America, which git sparse by the years. But today, it was something else. Trent was already giving me a strange look over breakfast and I couldn't meet his eyes. He would ask me what was up, and I would have ti lie because I didn't know myself. Curse my stupid gut feelings. I probably just woke up on the worng s