"ALRIGHT, THAT will be all for today's meeting. And sorry again for waking you up this early," Doris said, bringing the meeting to a close with a resolute tone in her voice. Turning to Geneviève, she confidently delegated the remaining tasks to her, trusting that she would be able to handle them with ease. The team leaders said their goodbyes and logged off the call, while Doris sat back and admired the smooth and efficient way in which the meeting had gone. Nothing gave pleasure than working with such a capable and competent team. Doris stood from her seat and stretched her stiff joints, hearing the muffled cracking with every twist of her body. She gasped as her eyes went to the direction of the clock. It was already nine. THE KIDS! Hurriedly, she changed into her nghtdress and zoomed out of her room. And just when she was about to reach for the front door, it swung open abruptly and a frantic Nora charged in. "Doris! It's. . . It's Dad!" She said in regular pa
DORIS' EYES wavered as Brad stared right back at her, his dull eyes wide and unblinking. She felt her heart skip a beat as their gazes locked, and she couldn't help but smile. Uh. . .!" In a need to avoid the awkward moment, Doris asked, "How do you feel? Are you still in pain?" Brad did not respond to her questions. He just kept staring at her. His silence was deafening, and his unblinking stare sent shivers down her spine. She felt as if she was being scrutinized, and examined under a microscope, and it made her feel vulnerable and uncertain. The tension in the air was palpable, and she held her breath, waiting for him to say something, anything, to break the silence. But he did not and as his gaze lingered, she could feel the temperature in the room rising, or perhaps it was just her own body heating up under his intense scrutiny. She expected him to flare up and begin to remind her how many laws she'd just broken by stealing a kiss from someone without their consen
SOMETHING DIDN'T SEEM RIGHT! Nora screamed mentally. From the way her father and Doris had spent the night together, they should be in a bubble of lovey-dovey sweetness today. But, for some reason, the atmosphere around them seemed to be even more frigid than before. Was it really that difficult for two adults to love each other? Or was it just a both of them problem? Or had something gone wrong again? Nora was curious to find out how the previous night had gone between her father and Doris. But it wasn't like she could ask any of them. Frustrated, she drew in a deep breath and let it out and then shuffled into the main building with Squid tagging along. Maybe she should just accept the fact that they would never settle their differences and be together. If only that was easy. She made a beeline to the living room with her little escort still following diligently next to her. Perhaps, she could get her mind distracted from thinking about two pigheaded adults
ASSHOLE!!! Doris muttered under her breath as she peeled off her sweaty workout outfit from her body. It was the next day and she still couldn't get the way he'd treated her out of her head. Hell! She couldn't even sleep last night. Venting all her pent-up indignation to her father hadn't even helped to calm the storm, raging within her. Why was he always the one hurting her and getting away with it? She flung a shirt aggressively into the hamper. Maybe she had been too relaxed. Maybe she had forgotten why she came here in the first place and thought, for a moment, he deserved the benefit of the doubt. She'd given him way too much peace and freedom. It was time to get her revenge plan back on track. Time to move to the next number on her list. . . GET HIM IN YOUR BED! She tittered diabolically, making an evil face at her reflection in the bathroom's mirror. Getting him in her bed would be one of the easiest and most entertaining tasks of them
THE CHIMING of Brad's ringtone echoed in the dead quietness of his room. He groaned as he blindly reached for his phone in the darkness. With drowsy eyes, he checked the caller ID and it was Doris. He wiped his eyes. Probably he was seeing things due to the haziness of his sight. He checked his phone again and it was still her name boldly written on his screen. Then he checked the time and it was 1:56 am. WHAT DOES THAT CRAZY HUMAN WANT BY THIS TIME? He'd just managed to fall asleep after all the pile of work he'd had to go through. And now she wasn't even going to let him take a rest? Calling him in this ungodly hour? He wanted nothing but to just hang up, switch off his phone, and flung it under his bed, but then again for her to be called by this time she must really need him. What if she was hurt or something? Brad received the call. "Doris, what is it that you want by this time?" He spoke barely awake, his baritone going two notches deeper than usual.
DORIS SNICKERED to herself as she made her way back to the parking space. Seducing Brad was getting much more fun than she had imagined. He has proven to be a man after all. Though his heart was made of ice and he knew nothing about romance, he still got flustered every now and then when he saw what he had a preference for. At the rate at which she was going and how he was reacting, getting him in her bed may happen much sooner than later. Doris whistled with delight as she sauntered toward her car, twirling her car key in one hand while her bag swung loosely below the other hand. Her car beeped twice as she pushed the unlock button on the remote. The day was a beautiful day. The weather was beautiful. Everything was beaut. . . "WHAT THE HELL!" Doris yelled at the top of her voice as she scurried towards her car. Her eyes widened and so did her mouth. She was beyond horrified as her eyes and fingertips followed the massive dent in the left side of the car.
LATER THAT day as the setting sun bathed the driveway in a warm, golden glow, Brad pulled up and was immediately struck by the sight of Doris' shiny new car—a sleek and stylish number that had clearly been through the wringer. A deep gash marred the otherwise pristine paint job as if the vehicle had been slashed by some vengeful wild feline with claws of steel. Perplexed, Brad jumped out of his car and approached the damaged vehicle, running his hand along the jagged edge of the gash. "Whoa!" He muttered under his breath. "What in the world happened to her car?" He furrowed his brow as he tried to imagine what could have caused such a scar—a hit-and-run, a run-in with a mailbox, or perhaps even a very disgruntled rival. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he decided to save the sleuthing for later. For now, he had more pressing matters to deal with. Instead of walking into the main building, he made it straight for Doris' apartment and pushed the doorbell. The ea
"YOU'VE GOT announcement to make?" Zachary Bruce asked, wiggling his brows at his son. "About what?" Brad asked, feigning ignorance. "About 'sweetheart' just now," Zachary replied, gesturing toward the door Evelyn had just left while the others nodded to second Zachary's words. Blood crept up Brad's cheeks. "Come on, dad. Knock it off." "No, no, Brad!" Pierre said in his thick French accent. "Really, share with us the good news, 'cause there's obviously something going on between you two." "Yeah, like, hell, Brad, the last time any woman called you sweetheart was you-know-who?" Clement asserted His ex-wife was literally Lord Voldemort to The Bruces clan ‘She who must not be named’. . . and he preferred it that way. "Come on, guys. We're just friends," he hurriedly said, then hoping to head off any explanations, he asked, "Who's in for a game of pool?" But that didn't work. "Yeah, right. Friends indeed," Caleb interjected sneeringly. "I said the sa