Russeli's POV.
After she left the hall, I thought it was my moment of victory as I leaned back to the chair, but the whispers I heard in my back made me stop smiling, many eyes were on me and I am sure that they must have recognised me.
Girls are just so troublesome, I.wish I had made her leave in a less crowded place, I stood up and went after her.
Outside the hall, I saw her walking away. "Yvonne, Yvonne!" I called out but she didn't stop so I ran to her and held her hands.
She halts and turns to me in anger. "Why, why are you after me?" She asked me and I sighed in my heart, I had only come after her because I couldn't bear the stare I received inside and she would have just not spoken it out loud that I was using her.
"This is supposed to be a date, but you are running off, whereas you did not see the show till the end," I said in a calm voice that made her angrier.
"What!" She raised her chin to look up at me furiously. "You expect me to sit and pretend I am alright? No, I can't!"
"Was it because of the word I said earlier?" I chuckled. "Don't be like this, we all know that this is a date, remember we only met for the first time today."
"I ought to be on a date, but it doesn't look like one." She told me with a hoarse voice and I wondered what she meant. We had lunch together and watched a music contest. What wasn't a date?
"Is it because I did not do the man stuff?" I touched my nose and looked around, there were few people since many were still inside watching the contest. I held her hands and pulled her into a hug. "Will this do?" I asked.
"Are you playing with me right now?" She asked, but didn't pull away, who will when I am damn attractive? She must be blushing right now, but I can't see her face since I was still hugging her.
"Let’s just act like normal people on a date, just for today okay?" I smile and pull away, I look at her small face, she is a pretty girl, but I was not attracted to her. "Yvonne, why don't we go to the game centre since we missed the contest already."
She scoffed. "You are good at acting too." I was glad when she finally dropped the offence, I would never want to spend my life with someone who takes things seriously and gets angry over little things as we had just met only today.
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I came back home late after sending Yvonne home. She was the first girl I drove home after a date. I just felt that if I do all that, maybe it will make my dad forsake the date. I was already tired of meeting ladies of a different class.
I had something to say to my dad so I went to his study room but I realised it was already late and he might be asleep, so I turned to leave for my room. Just as I walked upstairs to the lobby I saw the figure of our maid walking towards my direction.
"Good evening." She said to me with her eyes on her feet as she walked past me in a swift move, I knew she had been avoiding me or was avoiding me, that's what someone guilty of an offence does.
"Hey!" I called out and she stopped, she turned slowly without looking up. "Are you done?" I asked with an angry voice.
"No, I am not." She said softly, her hands were gripping the hem of her dress, she must be terrified at the tune of my voice but, I still don't care.
"Why?"
"I find it difficult, and I am trying my best." She pressed her lips together as she gently raised her head to look at me, but in a swift move she looked down at her feet again like my face terrifies her, and her feet give her comfort. "I am sorry."
Hearing that word made me hold my chest as I felt a tiny prickle. I glared at her in anger. "How many times do I have to tell you not to say such words again to me." I scowl.
"I am sorry, I don't mean to..."
"Shut up!" I shouted and held my painted chest as tears rolled down my cheek, I turned around immediately not to let her see my tears. "Just get me water to my room," I told her and walked into my room, banging the door after me.
I found a bottle of whisky and took in a large gulp, drinking half of the bottle as I put it down, there was a burning sensation in my throat but the ache in my heart was too hurtful.
I sat down on my bed in tears. "Mom... Mom.." I buried my face in my palm as the past events came to my mind.
When I was little, I went to the amusement park with my mother on my eight-year-old birthday. My mother had taken me to go have fun. On our way back I saw an amazing toy and left my mother's hand to go take it, but unknown to me, there was a truck coming.
My mother, in order to save me, had pushed me away and was hit by the truck. I ran over to her in tears as I watched her choke to her blood, struggling to breathe, the last words she had said to me. Was she grateful I was safe and she was sorry.
I begged her and pleaded with her not to say that, but my mother closed her eyes and died in my very eyes. "Mom... Mom." I pound on my chest as I keep on crying. "I miss you mom, I miss you so much."
Someone held my hands to stop me. "Stop, you would hurt yourself." I heard the soft voice and looked up at the face I saw. "You will hurt yourself." She said again.
"It's all my fault, she is dead because of me." I sob.
"No, it is not your fault, though I don't understand, I know it is not your fault." She said, she was just like an angel that had come to stop me from hurting myself, she was like a fairy in wonderland.
Tears blurred my gaze and I pulled her into a hug. "Right, it's not my fault." She was the first person to say this, like a guardian sent by my mother. I pulled her to arm's length. "She's dead, my mother is dead." Tears filled my eyes and I leaned in and kissed the angel that was before me.
Russell POVI opened my eyes and closed them immediately because of the bright light that came in through my window. I turned around and sat up. It was seven in the morning and I was supposed to meet my dad to talk to him today.I quickly got up from bed and saw the cup of water the maid brought, it was still untouched which made me wonder how I happened to fall asleep last night.I could not see the bottle of white wine I took last night, but I know I drank some alcohol, I can't remember what happened last night, I don't like drinking, I hate drinking for what it does to me.I rub my head softly and walk into the bathroom, I turn on the shower and stood on it for a long time, still trying to remember what I did last night, I knew I was angry since she told me she
Russell POVI sat down on the chair in the living room with my legs crossed as I wait for the maid to be out at the sitting with my note, since I had nothing to do today and I was not in the mood to go to one of those boring dates my father do set for me, I decided to have a little bit of fun.I heard a soft footstep behind me and I knew she was the one like the house had only I and her inside. "Sit down." I pointed at the chair at my front when I knew she was close to me enough to hear."Huh!" The words I said surprised her and I looked up to see her face, raising the corner of my brow. She quickly looked at her foot and I smirked, she was one shy little maid. "I am not...""I know you're not supposed to sit down here." I interrupted her before she could finish. "But, s
Yvonne was seen shopping with her father in a big mall, she showed her father the dress she had on her hands. "Dad, how is this dress, I want to wear it on my next date with him." She turned to the mirror."It is gorgeous," Malcolm told her, leaning on the wall, he looked at the happy smile on his daughter's face. "So, have you decided?"Yvonne blinks and turns to him. "Well...dad, I want to give it a try, I might come to love him, even though he is haughty." She grins and picks up another dress."Well, I have seen you want to give it a try, I wish you all the best." Malcolm smiled, this was the first time Yvonne had said she would give a man a try, she had always ended every meeting with a man the first day she met them.Yvonne looked at the mirror with another purple d
Russell POVI sat down in my room the next day as I remembered what Dominic said about helping our maid and how he told me she is pretty. I have not given much thought to it until this morning when I saw her, she was indeed pretty.I also remembered the flashback I had when I was speaking to him and I was sure it wasn't my imagination. I was not one who imagined kissing or hugging anymore. Did I kiss her and when?I left the room and stood by the lobby, leaning on the pillar upstairs as I looked down at our maid who was cleaning the house. I watched her for a long time, I could see her face now that she was not looking down at her feet or speaking with anyone.She does look down when she talks to me or my father, she was a shy girl which made her lovely. I shook my head
Yvonne POV.I got home in anger and threw down everything on my desk. I squatted down in my room for 8n 5 years as I remember what Russeli did. I will never forgive him, even if he is a popular person, I will never forgive him.I brought my knees up and buried my face sobbing, he had played me like 8 was one of his toys like I was a plaything, I look so pathetic now, I was excited when he kissed, I was so excited when he hugged me, only for him to smash it down to me that he felt nothing.Why can't he just tell a white lie? Why does he have to be honest, why then did he ask to meet me, why did he ask me that question. "Oh Yvonne, you look so silly out there!" He was the first person I felt happy to be with, and now he is the first person that hurt me too. No, I will never forgive him. "Never!"
Russell POVTwo days later, my father came back home and was preparing some documents and clothes for his trip to Japan, meanwhile, he had sent his secretary to book him a quick flight for the journey.I walked into the room after knocking on the door. "Dad, is it true?" I asked with a worried expression, my dad who was arranging his bag stopped and looked at me."You heard?" He asked and I nodded, sitting down on the sofa in his room with my head down."How can it go so wrong?" The music which I had just sung a few months ago was going into criticisms and it was not so helpful for the production company."That's what I am going to confirm and probably set right on this trip." My father told me as he sat next to me, he gently
Malinda POVA week later I was no longer shy around my bosses son whose name was Russeli, we became friends, I know it doesn't make sense being friends with the son of the man you work for, I know I was risking my job and everything, but why not live in a lie for a while.He had always practised his music with me and lend a helping hand on some of the house chores, I tried to stop him but he insisted, he had said he loved me, but for how long will it last, everything will be over when his father return, I have also started falling in love with him and it also scares me.He was friendly to me and told me almost everything about his music, he didn't shout at me either, he was caring and loving, this was an affection I have only experienced in a long time, this must be the reason I yearn for more.
Malinda Kristen POVAfter hearing that he was popular, I knew we had to go inside before others saw him, he might have fans and if they saw him at an orphanage or something, the news was so easy to spread. "Where are the others," I asked, looking for an excuse to go inside."They are inside having their lunch." Annabel, who was speaking to Russeli about celebrity stuff, told me."Let's go see them," I told her and Annabel led the way, the orphanage was filled with young, small, short and tall children, I looked at Russeli who haven't been to an orphanage before, he couldn't stop looking at the children, maybe he was thinking how pitiful it was to live here or lose their parents.He looked at me, so I don't know why, but I could see the apology in his eyes. He was apologi