Christen walked into her house, grateful to step out of her heels after spending hours on her feet at Daniel’s house. The soles of her feet were sore from being stuffed in her heels for so long. The dinner had been eventful, so much time was spent interacting with guests and family members. It felt like she had been standing for ages.It didn't usually bother her, but her mood was greatly affected by the pity she felt for her friend. Seeing Samuel at the party was what Flora needed to get over him. He was happily married, and his wife hung on his every word. She supported him and seemed enamoured by him. It also didn't skip her attention that Kali wasn't in the best of relationships with Ysabel either.
In the morning, after leaving the house, Samuel decided to stop by the company before heading to work. He wanted to visit his brother Samuel and officially congratulate him on the promotion while actively hoping to evade his mother. He was off to a good start after walking out of the elevator and crossing the threshold of his brother's office."Little brother!" He rolled his eyes at the title and took a seat. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your pretty face in my office.""I had a list of people I wanted to check in on today, and I realized I haven't seen your new office, Mr Vice President.""Yeah. Nepotism at its finest.""Oh come on, don't do that." Samuel scolded sternly. "You may work at your parent's company, but no one can dispute that you wo
When Samuel arrived at the house late in the afternoon, Kali was holed up in the kitchen preparing the meal she wanted to serve that evening. She was used to cooking by herself, and Samuel couldn't deny that she was an exemplary cook. The house smelt savoury, even from the door. The rich aroma of spices saturated every crevice of the room. He liked everything she made and was even getting used to her more spicy numbers. He watched for some time, and she didn't notice. She was intensely focused on her work, chopping and sorting the things she needed. Her hair was tied up with a multi-coloured scrunchy, but a good amount still swayed around as she moved. She arranged small bowls on the counter, pouring the ingredients she needed into them while checking in on what was already boiling on the electric cooker. "Hey." He greeted from the door. His voice scared her, but she quickly recovered when she turned to see him. "Hey!" She stretched on her toes, leaning away from the pot to hug and
"Have you seen her?" "No, not yet." Samuel looked around at the faces that passed by him. June, his sister-in-law, was flying into the city, and Kali had sent him to pick her up. The plan was for him to take her to the apartment for a surprise party Kali put together. Her plane landed thirty minutes ago if his details were correct, but he couldn't see her anywhere. "Have you tried calling her?" "I am about to. I'll call you back, alright?" "Okay." He scrolled through his contacts for her number. The phone rang, but she didn't answer. He tried a second time, and she answered the call. He could hear the sounds of the airport from her end; the announcements, the crowded charter and the scratching of tires on the tile floor. "Brother-in-law." "June, hello. Where are you?" “Samuel?” He turned with the placard still above his head and spotted June running past the crowds of people to get to him. “Samuel, it is you.”
Kali looked at her phone as she stood by the door of the car, waiting for Samuel to bring down the last of their boxes. She had received a message from Ysabel which, in no small words, demanded that she come to the mansion as soon as possible because they had something important to discuss. The message was curt and straightforward, as all her messages were, but Kali sensed something more brewing. After a beautiful morning with her sister, Samuel and his siblings, she didn’t want to sour the mood by arguing with Ysabel. But unfortunately, the woman still had a hold on her. She still needed to comply with most of her wishes. Even more so now that her sister was in town. It wasn’t past Ysabel to play dirty, and now that she had something to risk, she needed to play smarter. “The last of your boxes.” Samuel said as he dropped some into the ca
Samuel walked into the house, immediately hit by a plethora of aromas. It had been barely three hours since he left Kali to go to the office. He didn’t know how long she spent at the mansion, but she must have kept busy in the kitchen after her return. He left his coat on the armchair, along with his keys and satchel, before following the scent of spices to the dining room.One glance told him all he needed to know. She didn't cook. She had ordered a variety of foods, comfort and otherwise. Two pizza boxes were sitting in front of her with paper boxes filled with stir-fried noodles and some with rice. She had chicken legs, a large box of fries, and a bottle of champagne that she had already opened and was halfway through. He wasn’t sure how her digestive system was meant to process everything on the table. With how she watched him, he knew she intended to finish everything.“You order all this for yourself.”“Are you judging?”
“You,” Kali swallowed nervously, unfurling her fingers from Samuel’s arm and wrist. “You can let go of me.”He stood behind her, his head resting on the top of her head and his arms tight across her chest and stomach. She felt him move, but he didn’t loosen his grip. His breath fanned over her neck as he bent to look at her. She turned her head, allowing him to see her face and offering a thin smile.“Are you sure?”She nodded, patting his hand. “I am.”Carefully, he withdrew his hand, stroking the back of her head as he turned her to face him. Dutifully he looked her over, worry etched on his face. “You scared me for a moment there.”“I am sorry.” She muttered, slightly embarrassed. Before she could say anything else, Samuel drew her back into his arms, her face pressed into the neck of his iron-pressed shirt.She could smell a hint of the starch
Samuel walked into the room, rolling up the sleeves of his jacket and adjusting his lapels. This morning, however, while he went through his morning routine of preparing for a day at work, Kali joined him to prepare for her interview. She had woken up early, and after her obligatory moment alone by the bedroom window, she went around getting ready instead of going back to bed.She dressed plain white-sleeved shirt tucked into a fitting Persian pink skirt and matching block heels. She sat in front of the dressing mirror, braiding her hair and setting it with one of her hairsprays.Since she got the call the afternoon before, she had been excited to go for the interview. She wanted everything to be perfect, down to her look. She wanted to exude professionalism. So, finding himself entertained by her skittishness, Samuel leaned against the door frame of their walk-in closet, observing her as she added the finishing touches to her makeup.“You are