The cab pulls to a stop just outside of the towering heights and large bulking width of Crown building. After dropping Kimberly to her hotel, I asked for the driver to take me to my location as soon as possible. Jordan Crown is the type of person who despises being late even for just five seconds. But no need to worry though. I still have two minutes, which I believe is enough to get me to the top by an elevator express.As I rush through the glass doors several employees greets me, which in response, I greet back. I head towards the elevator in a flurry of motion, almost tripping on my heels on my steps. I climb in, only the person occupying the small room. The elevator doors begin to shut and my bothered heels cannot help but tap against the floor in a nervous rhythm.If I am not mistaken, this'll be the first time I will be late, not even exceeding a minute late, just for a few seconds, so technically I shouldn't be considered late. All reasons and excuses come to mind as my uneas
The only thing that keeps the atmosphere from a total silence is the soft roaring of Jordan's Bugatti. We've been silent since we drove out of the building. Barbara's threat still brothers me because I know that a woman like her would do anything just to win. She's that crazy. “What did she tell you?” Jordan asked coldly, focusing on the wheel. I keep my eyes on my lap, silently regretting what happened between us Jordan. If I only knew from the start that Sebastian, who apparently is my boss's brother, will come to my life then I shouldn't have laid a hand on Jordan. So many possibilities in my head that would have led to something good If I didn't only do it with Jordan. “She knows the truth. She knows we're not together…” I slowly bring my face to him.“and that I'm engaged to your brother.”Jordan's eyes shut, pushing his teeth together in obvious frustration, his jaws visibly tightening. He rubs his temples while his other hand minds with the steering wheel. “Did she say anyt
I have always believed that there's nothing more painful than break up. But then I realize, being in a relationship where you feel like you don't belong is a greater predicament. I used to feel Sebastian's unconditional love for me. Like he was the sun and I was the flower that happily opens and blooms as another day reunites us. He used to take care of me with his sunshine, giving me the nutrients I need to blossom, and I accepted it, wholeheartedly. Everything seems different now. He's trying to burn me now, his strong heat wanting to destroy me every time he's angry. He did it again. He hurt me once more.Or rather… He destroyed me.. . .The night was sleepless and the tears and agony accompanied me the whole time I lay on the bed. My heart feels like being dropped with a weight, crushing it down into fragments. Sebastian used to be someone to me. He was the one who brought spark to my life, but what's upsetting is that he's also the one who took it. I'm drowning. Now I know w
Part IIIWe arrive at the venue five minutes before eight. The sky provided a natural disco ball into the house for the guests that had been coming in dozens. The place is fairly-lit, like a setting straight out from books like Pride and Prejudice. A place that holds the kind of lighting that emits a Dark Academia vibe. As expected, each and every lady is sported in expensive dresses, decorated with gold and silver, faces covered by well applied makeup and foundations that didn't fail to make them look and feel good. And as for the gentlemen, suits of various colors are proudly represented by their figures. All with expensive watches that supplied the requirement for a stylish men's attires. As Sebastian and I climb out of the vehicle, and as crowds of suits and dresses trace the stairs that lead them to the entrance, hesitation stops me for a brief moment. I don't know what it actually is that's keeping me from taking one more step.Is it because Sebastian and I are still not on go
Sebastian keeps his tight grip around my wrist as he silently drags me out of the venue. Several people turned to look, but none bothered to intervene—not even Jordan.He clasps my wrist so hard that it almost feels like he's about to shatter the bone inside. Several times I attempted to pull my arm out for my escape because I had already expected another beating from him—something there's no way I'm gonna let happen again.We reach his car—the only time he finally let go of my hand “What’s wrong with you?” I ask, but deep down I already possess the knowledge as to why he suddenly acts drastically. He freezes in the spot he's standing, arms in the waist, visibly fuming. And then he transfers his dangerously dark eyes to me—the eyes that possess mixed emotions in which anger stands out. “When are you planning to tell me, Keila?” And that simple phrase his mouth utters proves my guess even more.“Tell you what?” I swallow hard, uncomfortably carrying the guilt around my shoulders.“Th
Confusion and consciousness seems to collapse over me at the awakening of my eyes. The display appears foggy and blurry and as if the world becomes nothing but a Merry-go-round—spinning and spinning, until it finally reaches to the point of my clear vision. A sting quickly triggers the nerves above my eyes as if it's my brows that somehow caused it. My body feels weak and dead and as if I've been in a coma longer than I have ever lived. As if heavy weights laid organized in every part of my body, except for my head. My spine feels stiff because with every effort I give to sit down, I just end up in a series of helpless gasps. I blink my eyes several times, further adjusting my view in focus.I look around. The surrounding is familiar, looking straight out from a place I believe I have been before. A wealthy guy's bedroom, with dark walls and ceilings mostly adored by those ruthless gangsters. The bedroom is abnormally large—as large as Sebastian and I used to live in. That's right. N
“Can you walk?” Jordan asks as he guides me up from the bed. I force my feet myself up with every effort that I look like a simple stand is difficult to do. “Yeah. I’m alright,” I reply, enduring the prickling sensation all over my legs. He maintains his assistive hand on mine until I finally stand tall on my feet. The whole thing feels like an achievement. As if standing is something I have never done since the day I was born. I let out a long gasp of relief—the same manner as a thirsty traveler finally drinking water. “That wasn't so bad at all.” I grin, which in response he imitates. “Are you sure you want to walk around? You know you have to take some rest first, right?” says Jordan.“Laying down for the whole day won't help me get over what happened. I'll just end up thinking about it. I need something to occupy myself with,” I reason.“And you think in that state of yours you can do something other than walk?”Before I can ever reply, my limbs suddenly explode in weakness.Be
In your adult days—that span where you most likely first experienced a midlife crisis, were you still able to feel great excitement each day of your waking? The same kind of excitement we used to have when we were kids? The same excitement toddlers used to have that restricts them from sleeping? The kind of excitement that seems to highlight the color of your life you weren't expecting the kind of glow was possible? The adrenaline, the consistent and uncontrollable innocent grin and the tippy toes that just seem to not know how to calm down? That kind of excitement? I hope you still did. Because in my case…I do. I open my eyes, blurry and wet and glinting with a strange gleam. This is the first day this year where I am actually looking forward to the day. I actually feel energetic. I must have had a long and undisturbed sleep because I am feeling like I'm in a different body. A new body. But perhaps it's not the body that's new. For years of being in my adult lifespan, I have never f