I succeeded in inviting Ciara to dinner and had the chance to talk about us. I got to say those things I hid inside my heart for a long time. Although it wasn't as easy as I expected for her to grasp my reasons, I tried my luck to make her understand. Unfortunately, she was resolute about her decision not to get us back together. However, giving us up wasn't included in my options. Not that I could sense she was gradually losing her guard against me. Unlike the first few weeks of seeking her attention, I could tell she was getting more amicable toward me. Traveling from Cancun back to Harrisburg went smoothly. I offered to send her home after the rain poured unexpectedly and at that moment she agreed, I thought it was a good sign for the two of us. Unluckily, after being careless, it only ended to be the worst. She discovered I got someone around to get her followed and that made her infuriated. I did my best to justify my basis yet it only went into nothing. Rationalizing my action w
When I stepped inside Denver’s apartment, he was on the couch, leaning on his back, resting wearily. It looked like he was in deep thought. “Hey!” I called sweetly to get his attention. He sat properly and smiled, but seemed his vivid spirits were off. I had never seen him like that before. “Is everything alright?” I knitted my brows before sitting down alongside him. He held my hand and squeezed it gently while his eyes stared seriously at mine. “Baby, I need to tell you something,” It sounded so tender, but I felt something different. Uneasy, my heart thumped abnormally. “Tell me,” I mumbled while he took a deep breath, trying to collect his courage. “I got an offer from a company in Seattle,” he spoke cautiously. “And?” I creased my brows, eager to know about it. I felt so bothered, but I stayed calm. He faked a cough. “They wanted me to be part of their electronic security innovation.” He even expounded that it would be a stay-in program. No outside world distraction and ev
“Russel, don’t leave! Please... please!” My mom Emily kept on begging my dad to choose us over another woman who he met at one of their company events. “Emily, we can’t do this anymore.” he yanked Mom’s hands from his forearms before picking up his duffle bag. “Russel, don’t!” mom continued to plead in between her sobs, and to see her in that vulnerable state stung an indescribable feeling in my heart. “Mom, stand up,” I said because my eyes couldn’t take her kneeling on the ground just to win the man she loves, leaving us for someone else. “I can’t live without your dad, Ciara,” tears were falling like a river on her angelic face, turning it into a mess. I ran towards our door and saw Dad putting his duffle bag and a few stuff in the compartment of his car. My chest was clenching at the reality that we’ll never be that one happy family that we once were. As the tears were pooling in the corner of my eyes and the nerves were quivering in my system, I bit my lip sharply. I fel
Frankly, I didn’t know how fast or slow I drove my car before I arrived home. It was like my mind kept flying somewhere else and I couldn’t concentrate on the road. Thank goodness I did not get into an accident.Usually, I drop by a store to buy some dinner because I’m not fond of cooking, but I found myself at my small dining table with no single food to eat in front of me.Since I got no energy to go out and find something to gobble on, I opted to just make some noodles, as it was the only food available in my kitchen. I could get some delivery, but I felt like I have no appetite at all. After swallowing my last bite, I paced to my bathroom and started my night routine. While I was washing my face, I couldn’t help but think of ways to avoid the meeting that will happen in the morning. My mind was so restless that I wanted to go to bed early and for slumber to take me rapidly.I laid on my back and kept on closing my eyes, but it was hard to sleep. My mind was in turmoil and I coul
Miss Vera shifted sideways and motioned to me. “This is Ciara, my teammate,” She introduced me in a calm and normal tone. As I had no other choice but to look at him, slowly, I lifted my gaze. He was already staring at me with his deep set of blue eyes. Those eyes were the culprit why I fell in love with him before. Unlike those gentler stares in the past, this time, a strong appearance surrounded him. I couldn’t decipher his gestures. My chest constricted and felt like it was about to explode. “Hi Miss Ciara,” He elevated his hand for a handshake. As I didn’t want to be rude in front of my boss, I accepted it. “Hi, Mr. Ford”. I smiled faintly like it was the first time I met him. Ironic! The very moment our skin touched against each other, electricity radiated. That feeling I used to have every time I’m close to him before was still there. He pressed my hand gently, but I was quick to pull it away. Frankly, I wished there was a hole down under my feet that could swallow me right
I stepped out of my car and locked it properly before marching to my door. I was staring at him with narrowed eyes while he walks seriously toward me. As he was nearing, I muttered all the expletives I knew in my head. How on earth did he find where I live? Well, I realized it was no big deal because he’s a boss and has sources and ways. “What are you doing here?” I snapped. Yeah, that was rude. Honestly, I didn't know how to act in front of him considering it was only the two of us. It was different when we were at the meeting. I hid my real emotions back there because I didn't have a choice. He cleared his throat. His fingers were busy fixing his left long sleeve, rolling it up to his elbow without breaking his gaze with mine. The scent of his manly perfume invaded my nose and system immediately. His smell was still the same and because of that, a whole new wave of memories came flashing into my mind.I knew I shouldn’t think of all our flashbacks and it was right not to think abo
My father’s face, which I hadn’t seen for a long time, got published in an article. I hadn’t heard from him since he left our house. I refrained from reading news online because it could make me feel distressed, but somehow, I got the courage to view some lately. While I was reading the content, I smirked, and it filled my heart with bitterness. “Businessperson Russell Lewis ventured into Network Security Devices,” The publisher wrote. I learned my dad flew and stayed in Chicago with his new family six years ago. He just came back for business purposes. I couldn’t decipher how easy for him to forget me and never once check if I’m still alive. I hate him so much. My hatred for my father deepened when he did not show up at my Mom’s funeral. I couldn’t help but think that dad scratched us off in his life in a snap of a finger. How dare he put me in a dreadful situation? He screwed my life, and he was the one to blame. I instilled in my heart and mind that I will never be like my dad, w
“Of course, Mr. Ford. We would love to join you!” As expected, my boss accepted his offer. Well, I understood she couldn’t decline it as a sign of respect after she got a good deal. She needed to take care of Mr. Ford as one of her important clients who could be a connection and lead her to other potential clients. “I know a pleasant restaurant nearby. You can just follow us,” He seemed glad, telling my boss while sparing a glance at me. As much as I didn’t want to go, I couldn’t think of something to reason out. Frankly, to have dinner is unnecessary, but I had no right to retaliate. We went to our respective cars, and we drove off, following his SUV to a restaurant that I didn’t know. We were like in a convoy in which I was the last vehicle in our row. As I was driving, my emotions were fighting inside me. I didn’t want to dine with him or spend time with him any longer. An idea came up to my mind, so I slowed down and let other vehicles overtake my car. After around five minutes