"Thanks a lot, Aliyah, thanks for standing up for me, you saved me back there" Viola smiled faintly. To think that she was saved from losing her job by Aliyah, for now, was unexpected but a welcomed development. "Don't worry about it," but it is not even over, If I don't find a way to make something appealing to him he'll still—" she paused, frustration evident on her face. They both knew what was at the end of that statement she was making. "That's the first time I've seen him rethink his decision to fire someone, he must have a soft spot for you."A soft spot? For me? Aliyah almost found herself breaking out in laughter, that was an inconceivable joke, she could not even imagine such a possibility. Never, nothing the man had done so far indicated such. the closest thing to whatever they could have between them was hatred. Nothing more. "I don't think so" she brushed off the idea. "I'm sorry I got you dragged into my mess, I'm really sorry" she apologized, her tone carrying a hint
She stepped into the kitchen, joyfully and without a care in the world, strolling across the room with a smile on her face after such a silly stunt. After opening the refrigerator she picked up a bottle of water, and her eyes caught a glimpse of a drink that seemed exquisite, Aliyah's interest was piqued so she decided to reach for it. It seemed like it would taste nice and she just couldn't wait to have a feel of it, she did not know who had put it there and did not remember seeing that this morning, either way, her curiosity got the best of her. She smiled, examining the contents of the bottled drink, contents which would soon be filled down deliciously by her. Ben's angry gaze flashed through her mind, but she shrugged it off. With the bottles brimming with Juice and water in her hands, the sole items she intended to take, Aliyah wore a satisfied smile. However, as soon as she forcefully shut the refrigerator, an unnoticed shadowy figure materialized right where the opened refr
Aliyah was uncertain if her Uncle would be able to assist cause they had never been in the best relationship with her uncle, but still, he was family—and hopefully, he would be of help to her.'What if I tried to reach him, at least he might be able to do something somehow right?' She thought to herself. Her uncle was a big shot in the political scene as well, a well-known influential man who had amassed power over the years, building a reputation for himself, a reputation which she thought could help her out. 'I should probably find a means of communicating with him first''Uncle Dave might be able to help.' she muttered. Aliyah wondered why she had never even considered that at all— though it was right before her eyes. A sudden realization made the sparkle in her eyes turn dim. Where would she get the mobile phone to make the call? Given that she wasn't exactly graced with options at this point, there was only one person available to get the phone from, and it was none other than
'Vile human' Aliya cursed.The man had been with her phone all this while but chose to keep it to himself, she was on the verge of madness sometimes not having anything to do or something to keep her mind busy, it was always just things about him, and even when He noticed it, he still did not think of giving her the phone. There was very little one could do these days without a mobile phone, and being able to last this long without one was a hard feat itself, especially for someone like her, who was always up to something on her phone, mindlessly scrolling social media, playing games, or getting in on the latest trends and gossips that abound the internet space, that was all she mostly indulged in. "I've not even practiced for years now. Am I supposed to just get into it without any gear on?" Aliyah stated, stretching her outfit to his attention, she was in a loose floral-patterned casual gown, about her knee-length, which wasn't close to a normal ballet attire. he seemed unfazed by
"We are gonna have to deal with that matter later, I Just got a call, my grandfather is in the hospital right now" Ben uttered in a worried tone. "Alright I'll take you there" Levi suggested. They both got into the car and drove off. After a while, they arrived at a private hospital, which was in the city center. Ben walked in with Levi following behind him, he inquired about the room his Grandfather had been put in and was directed there. It was an exquisite room for VVip patients, only those with a connection to the hospital owners were allowed in. He walked into the room, an old man was lying on the Bed while a nurse was administering intravenous drips to him. "Didn't think it would take me being one leg into the grave to see your face again, boy" His rusty, old voice echoed through the room, His eyes darted at Ben who just walked in, and then to Levi who greeted him with a nod. The elderly man possessed bright eyes, spotting a field of gray hair on his aged scalp, his forehe
Ben stayed in the room for quite some time before he stood up to leave. "Take care of yourself, Grandpa, I can't have you missing your check-ups for absolutely no reason""No need to worry, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, I've been doing that for years before you even took your first breath. For a young man, you shouldn't be such a nag, your complaints are more likely to drive me to an early grave " He responded, trying to put to rest any anxiety that Ben had about his health."Alright then, I'll tell Steve to keep an eye on you at all times" Ben Suggested.His old eyes darted at Ben, who acted as if he did not hear a word he just said."Suit yourself then" he said before re-adjusting himself on the bed to lie down. "You can go now, I need to rest" he brushed him off and then continued. "Any more word from you and I might just kick the bucket" The shrewd old man joked, he seemed to find some sort of relief in making light of death, perhaps that came with old age. "I'
Aliyah could only imagine how the other person would look at this moment—if only she knew, or maybe it was better if she didn't know. She shivered with each step he took in her direction. "W...why are you stained with so much blood?" She stammered, her eyes darting from his face to his shirt continuously, internally wondering why he kept on coming close to her when he was this stained. Feeling more courage to speak out, she asked again "How did you get so much blood on you? d...did you get into a fight—" Her question seemed ridiculous but she couldn't help but ask considering Ben could be violent at times, but even if he was—she was almost certain that the second party would have gotten more injury. She pursed her lips, taking a step back before asking, "Why are you coming closer?—" Before she could complete her sentence she was interjected.He gained in on her, with his mouth next to her ear causing her to close her eyes for a second not sure what he was trying to do, all sh
Aliyah strolled hesitantly across the corridor and headed back to the living room, as soon as she turned the corner, she met his piercing gaze, fixated on her as she moved closer. Ben was seated on the couch with his legs crossed, she wondered why he was still shirtless, perhaps he had the sudden urge to remain topless this evening. She was gone for quite a while and Ben had more than enough time to go back to his room, get something to wear, and return to the living room, but he did not. He just sat there waiting, unclad, for reasons only he knew the answers to. She could feel the heat from the lasers he was shooting from his eyes. "How long are you gonna leave my limited editions togs lying on the floor?" his words jolted her out of her thoughts, "W—W—What?" She asked in a low and submissive tone, still in a daze. "Get my Shirt off the fucking floor!" he snapped at her, Aliyah did not know when her legs moved on their own toward where she had thrown his shirt, on the ground, It