“Ian!” I called out nervously. “What are you doing at home at this time of the day?” I asked, pushing the journal into mine properly and keeping it out of sight.
“It's almost six, Iris,” he responded, a wide smile on his lips. My eyes were still on him, and my brows creased in curiosity. “P.m.? It's evening, Iris.” He closed the distance between us in his usual gentlemanly gait and brushed strands of hair from my face. He tucked them behind my ear and tilted my face to look at him with his index finger as he examined me like a doctor would. “Have you been in here all day?”
I forced a smile in response, and he shook his head in disapproval. “I want this case cracked, yes, but not like this, Iris. I can't believe you've been in here all day.&
It was a dinner date on the rooftop of one of the best hotels in the city. Ian literally chauffeured me around from the house to the venue of our date, and just when I thought he'd let me be by myself, he carried me in his arms from the parking lot into the elevator until we arrived at the spot he had reserved for just the two of us.There was a violinist on standby, a chef, two waitresses who were scheduled to serve Ian and me for the night, and lots of food to choose from. The night had yet to begin, and I was already having a great time. The view from the rooftop was beyond beautiful. I could watch the city get busy with its activities and bask in the beauty of the people. The sun was setting, and its orange beauty added color to the many splashes of color in the city.I rubbed my hands on my bare skin
Ian stopped suddenly to look at me as if he remembered something. He glanced at my feet, still clad in my stiletto heels, and with an apologetic smile, he swept me off the floor into his arms for the umpteenth time. We earned stares from onlookers, but we were undeterred as we both laughed loudly. We arrived in the car, and Ian placed me in it like a child. He hurried to the other side and got into the seat beside me, his eyes fixed on me.The driver waved his greeting to us, announcing his presence and spoiling our fun. Ian glanced at him and stifled a courteous smile, which vanished the same second it appeared. He returned his gaze to me and smiled gleefully. “Sam?” He called out to the driver, his eyes still fixed on me. “Go home and resume at the mansion by morning.”The driver
The sound of my phone ringing woke me up with a start, accompanied by a splitting ache in my head. Sleepily, my hand tried to reach for my phone, which lay in my bedside drawer. The search took a while before I was able to lay hold of it, just in time before it rang off. Without glancing at the screen, I placed the phone in my ear and listened to whoever was on the other end. Brian's husky voice wasn't one to miss, so I was able to deduce it was him the moment he said the first word. “You should consider returning to the center so you won't be in bed at half past nine in the morning, Iris.” I yawned loudly into the phone and stretched my hand over my head as I shook the sleep off. “I had a long night, Brian.” “Obviously. Anyway, I've got something else for you, but it can't be said over the phone. See you in an hour at an address I'll text to you in a jiffy." I sat up straight on the bed and rubbed my sleepy eyes. “Of course. Sure.” I hurriedly got out of bed and ran into the rest
The dining place was Isak's favorite place to take me to during the weekends when he was in the best of moods or at times when I had not offended him. The restaurant was situated on the outskirts of town, somewhat like a border between the city and the next town, and I would have loved it if I found it out myself or through someone else that wasn't Isak.The restaurant was classy and reasonably busy, with an ambience that made being by yourself all so soothing, and I would have taken work there several times with Tracy if I still had my job. My visits to the restaurant were mostly courtesy of threats Isak made me or calls he made to my parents, who would then cajole me into accompanying my husband to outings.The thought of it makes me cringe now. For the success of their business and for the beauty loyal customers bring, I hoped that I'd overcome the trauma and finally be able to visit the restaurant without having a panic attack or being too conscious.Just like I predicted, the nex
“Your note read that you were going to be away for two weeks. It's only nine days, and you're back home. Why?” I asked when I finally found my voice. He was drenched from head to toe and was shivering cold, but I was more concerned about his sudden appearance on the same day he gave his staff leave.“It's my home, isn't it?” He walked into the house and shut the door behind him. He walked over to a giant table and tried to pull it by himself.I moved over to the other end of the table and pushed while I pulled until it was stationed behind the door, keeping it from opening easily or by external force. “I'd get someone to have that checked by
Pulling my robe together and wiping the stray tears that had fallen with the back of a hand, I hastily resumed my journey back to my room. It was funny how differently I responded after being offered the one thing I clamored for on a platter of gold. I hurried through the hallway into my room, tears threatening to blind my sight. I needed to breathe properly. I needed air, and the house wasn't giving me any of it.I kept gasping for air and clutching onto my chest as I tried so hard to steady my breaths. The events of my life that lined up to the point I was currently at replayed in my mind, and I couldn't help but fault myself for how I had complicated things for myself.
"You scared me!" I whispered, staring baffled at the chef.He was already down, grabbing the papers and apologizing over and over. The chills that had washed down my body were still there from thinking in those first split seconds that it was Ian standing in front of my door. Quickly, I gathered the rest of the papers and carefully took the others from the chef.His apology came again, and this time, I had to nod in his direction and ignore my impromptu-scared feelings for a while to smile at him and show him that it was fine. My racing heart had slowed, and I had the time to gather my breath again, but once again, the chef stopped me as I tried to m
"So…" Brian filled his cheeks with the milky coffee and swallowed it down. He was avoiding my gaze, and he sure as hell knew why. He would only glance at me for a second and look back to Tracy or his cup of coffee while he tried to set a casual atmosphere.I had never felt more discomforted and paranoid in my whole life. Especially with Tracy. This was an entirely weird and opposite thing with us, but maybe it would do me good to start with not shifting the blame to Brian. It was all me.Our sitting position was a single couch for each of us in a close semi-circle, with the coffee table in the middle.