"Aww, no, I was just joking. Honestly, you are a great cook." She finally said. "If you'll excuse me now, I need to focus on my food."Gregory watched her eat with smiles, taking his time to admire the perfect creature seated in front of him. She was gorgeous, gracious, well mannered and most of all a very nice person.Before now, he'd just wanted to maintain cordial relationship with and be able to look out for her. But in just weeks, the feeling had gradually diminished and made way for something way bigger. Feelings he was yet to put a name to or scared to put a name to rather. But he knew he felt something so big that makes his heart swell with joy each time he looks at her. When she was done with food, he called the housekeeper to clear the table while he took her to the sitting room and got a bottle of wine for her.Rosie sat on the couch in Gregory's sitting room. She was treated to a bottle of red wine by Greg who took a seat beside her."How's your feet." He asked her."You r
It happened to be a great day at Brass Enterprise. The owner of the Firm Mr. Gregory Johnson turned 55. His friend and employees threw a little Party to celebrate his birthday and also appreciate him for being an amazing Boss.Mr. Greg as he was fondly called by many was a fifty five years old Widower who lost his Wife during the birth of their second child or so he told everybody. It's been twenty years since her death and he was yet to get over her. So, he kept going, admitting his daily life and practically living his life solely for his Kids. His first child, his daughter, works as a fashion designer and runs loads of charity organizations. While his second child, his son was studying medicine abroad.The day was going smoothly as few people gathered in one of the mini conference rooms to celebrate the birth of a great man. Each person representing a department at the Firm. His friend Maxwell was not left out."Attention please." Maxwell called and gently tapped the base of his gl
Rosie watched Owen as he smiled happily while chatting with God knows who on his cellphone. She sighed sadly. She was seated on a side stool placed beside him."Owen," she called him for the third time and just like before, she got no reply. Watching him resting his head on the couch while engrossed in his phone stepped on her anger scale. The deep purple curtain cast a dull purple shadow on her skin, her face glowed from the effect of the fluorescent bulb on the white painted wall and it registered no sign of smiles. A look at the clock showed that it was 8:43pm already, and she knew it was just a matter of time before Tessa, her flatmate, started bombarding her with messages and calls to be certain she was all right. Adjusting her position on the side stool, she turned her gaze back to Owen. "Owen, I'm talking to you." She called again, this time, tapping him gently on the shoulder. "You've been giving me the silent treatment, what is wrong with you?" She asked. "I've been giving
"Thank you." Owen said, beaming from ear to ear. "Were you able to prepare the sauce?" He asked putting up a smiley face."Yes, but I stored everything away in the freezer." She replied as she waited for him to button up his shirt."Perfect." he said once he finished fastening the last button. "Let's get you home baby." He placed a hand on her waist. Together, they left for his car. "We'll be having an ad presentation with one of the company's big fish on Friday." He told her as they headed to the garage. I've been working nonstop on the presentation.""This big fish, is he the one you've been talking about?" She interrupted."Oh no, this is another one, this particular one have been with us for a very long time. But that doesn't mean we should assume that he's ours for keeps you know. With so many mushroom agencies springing up from nowhere and the tough competition out there, we still need to continue doing our best." Owen replied with a smile. "I would have shown you what I'm work
Gregory's wet chest glistered with the glow from the sun. He glided smoothly out of the swimming pool and sat comfortably on the lounge chair, turning to Maxwell who was lying on one of the chaise, a sun shade on his eyes and a glass of wine."Oh Max, how I love this place, I can't even begin to explain it." Gregory said, pouring some wine into the empty glass placed on a side stool beside his chaise."I know, man, it is a home away from home. Somewhere you can run to and hide comfortably without the hassle we face every other day at work." Maxwell replied. "Believe me, Drewers remain one of the most beautiful and serene location in the whole of Palverase." he added."I agree." Greg said, leaning his back on the chair as he sipped from his glass. "I'm thinking of bringing my children down here whenever Nelson visits. Or I'll just bring Angelina and we can come again when Nelson visits. She rarely have time for herself and her boyfriend, oh, that boy is just too calm. He can't even hatc
"So, what do you think?" Rosie asked her Tessa, showing off the lovely dress she was able to purchase for her date with Owen."It's beautiful," she replied turning the dress. "This must have cost you a reasonable sum. I wonder why you bother anyway. It's not like he's ever going to notice.""Tess, seriously?" Rosie asked making a serious face.True to Tessa's words, the dress was quite pricey. Rosie had bought it in order to have Owen's attention all to herself during their date. But she felt so bad hearing what might pass out as the bitter truth from Tessa. Owen might rarely notice her. He's always been like that no matter what she puts on. Overtime, she had tried using clothes, hair, shoes, jewelry, perfumes and even bags. Yet, nothing."Ah, I was just joking." Tessa nudged her, smiling."But that's not fair. You know he was distracted the other day. Hence his reason for not noticing my hair and that's why he wants to make up for it with this date.""Alright." Tessa said as she check
"Are you ready to order now ma'am?" The waiter returned with a smiley face."Oh, not really. I'm actually waiting for someone. So, I'll just have a glass of water. We'll order when he arrive." Rosie replied him gingerly."Alright ma'am," he bowed and left to get her order.Rosie's cheeks with embarrassment. She picked up phone and called Owen again."Owen, where exactly are you?" She almost screamed into the phone. He sighed so loud before proceeding to talk. "I'm on the way. Stop bugging me with calls. These incessant calls won't make me appear suddenly. You couldn't even ask why I'm held up or do you think I'm playing here?" He asked with a raised voice."How am I supposed to know if you're playing. What sort of embarrassment is this. If today wasn't such a good day for us, why couldn't you just tell me than bring me out here to embarrass me." She said almost in tears and hung up immediately, scared to say one more word and refusing to give in to her tears.The sound of the waite
"I swear Owen, if you don't stop this very moment, I'll slap you!" Rosie warned feeling disrespected. She was indeed surprise to hear all that trash coming from a man that claims he love her."You take things too seriously. Don't go all macho on me, I was just joking. Although I wouldn't mind if you throw a little of your sexy feminine charms around when we get there".Rosie started walking out on him. This was him disrespecting her and she wasn't having it."Rosie, wait." He pulled her back gently."Fine, I'm sorry. Can we just go and stick to the work-colleague plan? I promise you, I won't say anything you wouldn't want to hear." He said and smiled at her. They walked up to a waitress and inquired about Gregory, stating that they had an appointment with him."What's your name Sir?" The waitress asked checking her tab."Owen Wilbert.""This way please," She left them to a table already occupied by three people. A lady, probably in her late thirties and the other probably in her earl