ChristianThe meeting has been fixed at Mr Fox's office. I reach there the next morning. He was late for the appointment which he never is. I have been waiting in his cabin for like an hour now and he shows up just before I was about to leave."Ah! I apologise, Mr Scott", he surges inside the cabin with a huge smile of apology on his face. Maybe, that's kind of weird, but he seems really cheerful which I never really thought he was. I immediately get onto my feet and shake hands with him. "Not a problem, Mr Fox. It's been a while since we met""Yeah. Yeah. And that's— I'm really sorry that the project didn't work out", he sighs, taking his seat and I also sit in front of him. "No. Please. You shouldn't be apologising for that. We both know the majority of the responsibility for that loss was because of me", I say."We did a partnership, Mr Scott. There's nothing like major and minor in partnership. It's equal. That's the main principle of business", he says. I smile. "I'm really ho
ChristianShe hardens her reaction as she sees me. Her eyes are literally burning like fire at me. There's immense anger and hatred in her eyes. And undoubtedly, it seems like she can even kill me at this point if we're left alone together. I can never believe she has changed, not after watching her now. She's still the same. Fucking same. Full of arrogance and anger. "Good evening, Mrs Fox!" I say it a bit louder, not getting any response from her. She's still silent. John passes a confusing look, looking at Thea and he slowly jerks her. "Thea!"She is startled as if she was literally in some deep thought and someone just pulled her out of it. "Yeah!" She stutters."Mr Scott has been greeting you. You just spaced out", he tells her. Thea looks back at me with the same aggressive gaze. "I didn't notice", she shrugs, glaring at me. "Good evening, Mr Scott""Heard you recovered from the injuries. Pleased for you", I tell her.She looks utterly surprised by my behaviour now."Thank
IvannaIt's been five days since I saw Christian in person. Five days since he's gone. This must be the first time for us to be away from each other for this long. It is, actually. I miss him every day and I definitely wanna talk to him all day long. It makes me feel good when he calls me five times per hour. It doesn't annoy me. But I indeed want him to focus on his work other than us which he has been doing a lot in the whole year. More than that, I want him to believe that I believe him. I don't have any such insecurities and I trust that he would tackle everything properly, and would make the right decision. I want him to have his own life outside us. Just like he was before he met me. It's kind of weird, I know. And I don't want him to become completely like that. But I just want that side of him. When he was so workaholic and passionate towards his work. I used to hate that so much until I realised this is the side of him that makes him his own. This is the only thing he used
IvannaAs soon as I hear Christian's voice, I gasp under my breath. A sigh of relief escapes from me but it also makes me feel restless as he's here at two in the morning which doesn't give me good vibes. I immediately unlock the door and open it, spotting him straight looking at me. "Chris!" I exclaim in disbelief. "What are you— at this hour—" I pause and realise it's too cold outside and he has no warm clothes on, just a light shirt. "Get inside first"I grab his arm and pull him inside, locking the door."You should have gotten a coat, at least", I shrug, rushing towards the couch and grabbing the throw blanket. I come back to him and wrap it around his torso before I finally look back at him. He's just silent, staring at me. "Are you alright?" I snake my arms around his neck, dragging myself closer to him. His skin is icy cold. "Not after you just did everything except hug me when we were meeting after damn five days and sixteen hours", he half-smiles. I shake my head in dis
IvannaI can see him losing it, rambling non-stop. Undoubtedly, my words triggered him even more. I immediately grab his face to calm him down. He's groaning his lungs out. "Relax. Calm down!" I whisper, nuzzling his cheek with my thumb. He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing heavily as he tries his best to calm down. I hold him as tightly as possible, still feeling all his shaken nerves. He lowers his head, brushing against my torso as I try to hug him. However, seconds later, he pulls back, rolling his eyes around as if he's trying not to speak anymore. "I think you should—""I know what I should do", he tells me, his voice is cold as he looks at me with no warmth in his eyes. It hardly happens. "Don't tell me what I SHOULD do"He gets himself freed from my grip after that blunt statement and around to grab the jacket he left over here. It takes me a couple of seconds to process that. Even when I do, I find myself at a loss for words. "Chris—" my voice comes shaken. "I'm going t
ChristianI find the door of the hut open and push it to get inside. Ivanna didn't even lock it after I left! She might not have come out of the room either. She was in all silent mode when I left like that. I know she becomes completely numb and startled when I shut her down like this. I let out a sigh and climb up the stairs. I slowly push the door of the room, making a soft noise. However, I don't think she noticed it. I spot Ivanna sitting near the window, leaning against it, her calm eyes darted towards the sky. I can see her clearly through the moonlight directly hitting her saddened face. Her cheeks look slightly fluffy and red, and so do her eyes. It doesn't take me another second to know that she might have cried. Which was kind of expected. I stand there for a while. I breathe heavily. And it's audible. Enough audible for her to hear and feel the existence of someone around her. But she seems to be lost in her thoughts as minutes pass but she doesn't flinch even a bit. I
IvannaIt's 6 in the morning. I'm still open-eyed. The darkness has been slowly illuminated as the sun shines through the window. I gulp down and tilt my head to look at Christian. His head is on my chest and he has wrapped his arms around me. I blink twice and my eyes suddenly start burning. I better wash my face before he gets up and finds out I didn't sleep at all. I try to get out of his grip. But he tightens his grip, even more, flinching. I try again."Stay!" He mutters, still drowned in deep sleep. "Chris, I need to go to the washroom", I whisper and try to shove his hands again. This time, he loosens his grip and lets me go. Then he again falls back to sleep. I sigh. Then smile at him. I kiss his forehead before leaving the bed. My head feels immensely heavy. I get inside the washroom. I can hear my heavy breath. It's cold in the morning. But I don't feel like turning the heater on. I turn on the shower and let the cold water immerse me after I slip my clothes down. *I c
Thea"I took an entire day off because you wanted to spend time with me. But I don't think you're in a good mood", John says, looking at the TV screen. I'm sitting beside him on the long couch and his hand is placed on my shoulder. There's barely any gap between us. In fact, I'm half-seated on his lap. After the kids left this morning with Tiffany for school, I asked John to manage to take a day off so we can enjoy a movie. I couldn't take myself out of those thoughts. And I knew if I again invest all my time in everything other than my family, I won't get another chance to fix it all, the way I got right now. It's been an hour since we began watching a film and I was kind of invested in that until something came up inside my head again. "No. I just—" I pass him a smile. "Nothing"He pauses staring at me for a couple of seconds. "I think you're getting bored with this movie""No. It's good. It's actually good", I look at the screen and suddenly get confused. "Well, what did just ha