Alan packed the car carefully in his garage and then tilted his head to look at Amanda properly "I would have taken you to a restaurant, but I guessed a homemade meal will be better" he said, his eyes holding a hint of nervousness.
She smiled and bobbed her head "you guessed right, I enjoyed the lasagna you made last time and I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to eat your meal again" she confessed, a shy smile plastered on her face.
The look of nervousness that Alan had a while ago, disappeared with her words and was replaced with a look of pride. "In that case then, what are waiting for? Let's go" he blurted out and jumped out of the car, he was about to go open her door when he noticed she was already out of the car.
"Why did you do that?" He questioned with a big scowl on his face.
Amanda looked at him with fake surprise on her face, feigning ignorance "do what?"
His scowl deepened when she asked the question, "never open your door by
Sitting in her office with a blank expression on her face, Morgan was about to brief Amanda about the lawsuit "I would have sent you an email, but I thought it would be better if we speak directly" she explained and Amanda gave her a quick smile, which she returned with her warm one. "Well, after submitting the case, the court sent out a notice to the website. The court hearing will be in 2 weeks if they do not reach out to us, and that's the best part because last night I got an email from the web manager asking to meet" she said excitedly. The dull look on Amanda's face immediately got replaced with a big smile, "that's good news, when did they propose we meet?" She questioned, eager to get everything settled. "They left that decision to us, so when do you propose we meet them?" Morgan asked. Amanda kept quiet for a while as she tried to come up with the perfect time to meet them, she was finally about to speak when they heard a light knock on the d
"Miss West, how does it feel to know you've finally gotten rid of the scandal, and gotten proper compensation for that?" One of the reporters asked from the clusters of reporters that were scattered around her.The paparazzi gathered around her company, over an hour ago when they got the news that Amanda was meeting up with the web manager of the website that hosted the article about her, they swarmed around her when she came down with Morgan, the web manager, and his legal team; throwing questions. after questions on her.Amanda smiled and proceeded to respond to her question, "I feel great but exhausted, it's been a long and tiring process to get my name, and my company's name cleared. I'm so glad it's all over" she responded with a big smile.She answered a few more of their questions before she managed to escape them with the help of Morgan. she heaved a sigh of relief the moment she was seated on her car seat, happy she got to evade them.Morgan chuc
Alan stepped into his room and smiled at the familiarity, everything looks the same; a bit old but the same. His walls were painted in the same lemon color his parents thought was befitting for a boy, his king-sized bed is positioned in the middle of the room, on the right was his study table and the door to his bathroom, and on the left side of the room was his creaky wardrobe he always complained about; a laugh escaped his lips when he thought of the fond memories. "Ahh, feels good to be home" he sighed and plopped down on the bed, but immediately stood up when the specks of dust got into his face, coughing hysterically. At that very moment, Adilah, opened his door and peeked into the room; a sly smile on her face, "ah, I forgot to tell you, I cleaned the room but I forgot to make the bed, but I can see you already know" she said with a giggle, and before Alan could say anything, she shut the door and ran away. "I'll get you Adilah!" He yelled from his room
Amanda stared blankly at the ceiling, a sleeping Jonathan cuddled to her side. It's been over 30 minutes since she woke up, but she has no urge to report to work or take Jonathan to school, the stress she underwent the past few days and the fact that a certain someone wouldn't leave her mind, is making her more stressed.Sighing, she decided to call in sick for both Jonathan and her, and just when she was about to pick up her phone; it pinged with a notification. She immediately picked it up and opened the message, her eyes widened slowly and she just stared at the message without blinking.She shook her head and blinked twice to make sure she was seeing right, million thoughts ran through her mind as she read the short message that Alan sent to her."Are you awake?" It was a short and harmless question, but after what transpired between them the last time, it felt weird. she wasn't expecting him to text her so soon and, that wasn't the type of text she was
Amanda alongside Jonathan, Malia, and Mark stood at the Airport, looking around and eagerly waiting for Alan.It's been two weeks since he left for Morocco and no day passed by without him sending a text to Amanda or calling her; she declined and ignored him numerous times at first, wishing he would stop but he never did. He persisted and slowly, Amanda started getting used to it; she will text him back immediately and respond the moment he calls, even if she's at work, she will get worried when she thinks he won't text, and sometimes she will call or text first.She will constantly tell herself that she's just being open to the idea of him being her friend but deep down her heart, she knows it's more than friendship and being in the airport waiting for him to come back while hiding under the pretext that she just escorted Jonathan is just one of the many proofs.Earlier in the dayAmanda opened h
"Okay guys, these are the dishes," Alan said, standing upright after placing all the dishes he brought back, on the dining table "these are some of the traditional foods, and few of my faves" he informed, smiling at the food."Woah" they all chorused together, looking at the food with amazement in their eyes. Their noses filled with the delicious aroma, making them a lot more hungry."Can we start eating already?" Jonathan asked without removing his eyes from the food, swallowing heavily and slowly licked his lips; eager to fill his stomach with the heavenly dishes before him."That's not happening, I'm going to freshen up and come down so we can eat together" he exclaimed while walking to the stairs "ah! Amanda, do you want to come with me?" He asked in a serious tone, making Amanda look up from the dishes that she's been devouring with her eyes, a look of confusion plastered on her."Why? Any problem?" She asked innocently, her eyebrows creased in confu
"What's wrong this time?" Alan asked, taking the phone away from Amanda; who looked angry and surprised at the same time. He read through it and his eyes widened as he did before his surprise turned into a smile "I guess you are a full celebrity now, getting involved in scandals and all, and look, I'm with you here so don't worry" he said, smiling at her. "I don't have time for jokes now, Alan. What if this does damages to my company like it did last time"? She asked, looking frustrated. She rubbed her forehead softly, feeling a headache coming up already. Alan looked at Jonathan; that was just staring at them in confusion, ransacking his little brain to figure out what was happening. He looked away from him and looked at Malia, and she nodded in understanding "come here, Jonathan. Let's go wash you up" she said, and grabbed his hands lightly, and headed upstairs, Mark trailing behind them. When he was sure they were out of sight, he turned to Amanda
The days passed by in a blur and before Amanda could process it, she is standing in front of her closet trying to find the right outfit for her date with Alan, Jonathan was once again in Malia's house. She felt a sense of Deja Vu wash through her when she remembered the last time she was in such situation. She chuckled at the memory and kept searching through her closet when she received a notification from her phone. She hurriedly picked it up and a smile graced her face when she saw the message and who it is from. "Hey! I know you probably standing in front of your closet now, so stop searching and just pick up a sundress. I'll pick you by 4 pm, which is an hour from now." _ Alan. She smiled and sent "sure, and thank you" when the message got delivered, she quickly picked out a red sundress that stopped a little above her knees, the dress was designed with white polka-dots and it had a thin hand. "Perfect!" She mumbled as she looked at the dre