Anika's P.O.V I exited my car and made my way to the restaurant where Kelvin had asked me to meet him. It was the same place where we had our first date, although it had changed significantly. The restaurant had grown larger, more spacious, and more beautiful than I remembered, but the name and location helped me recognize it. It struck me as somewhat strange that Kelvin had chosen this particular spot. We had been on numerous dates over the past three months, yet he had never brought me here before. I couldn't help but wonder why he had chosen it for this occasion. Upon entering, I greeted the waitress with a simple "Birtch." She nodded and guided me to the same table where Kelvin and I had shared our first date. This place now held special memories for me, and I will cherish them forever. Our table was positioned in the middle of the restaurant, offering a lovely view of the city's night sky and the glowing street lights outside. As I approached the table, Kelvin stood up to
"What does it look like I'm doing, you friggin' jerk?" I seethed, my voice filled with frustration and anger. "-breaking up with you, that's it. You claim to love me, but it's all lies. You're just like the rest, Richard. Once again, I've foolishly allowed myself to be fooled by charming smiles and fake personalities. I genuinely thought you were different, that you were perfect, unlike the rest. But I was wrong, Richard. You're the worst of them all," I shouted, feeling the intensity of my emotions overpower me. Slamming my bedroom door in his face, a strange mix of satisfaction and regret washed over me and at that moment, I could have sworn I heard the satisfying sound of his nose breaking against the door. Good! He deserved it, even more than that. He was such a fake, manipulative person, disguised as a caring and loving partner. I didn't know why I dated him in the first place. Now, I'm sure you're all wondering what on earth is going on. Don't worry, I'll give you a little pr
Anika's P.O.V Heartbroken, devastated, and filled with despair, I leaned against my locked bedroom door, refusing to open it for the betrayer on the other side who continued to beg for forgiveness. Eventually, silence filled the air as Richard ceased his pleas and retreated, driving off into the distance. I knew it was Richard's car, and I felt a sense of relief. I had no intention of ever seeing that scoundrel again. After everything I had done for him, I couldn't believe he would betray me in such a way. "Why did he do this to me? Was I not enough?" I thought bitterly, tears still streaming down my face. Throughout the night, I sobbed relentlessly, my eyes undoubtedly red and swollen. I cried until darkness enveloped the room, unable to release the pain coursing through me. It wasn't my fault that I was born into privilege; all I longed for was genuine love and care. I wanted someone who would hold me close, whispering "I love you" each night with sincerity, someone who cou
Anika's P.O.V I parked my car in the company's parking lot behind the building. It took me quite a while to find it. Thankfully, I had the address and the internet maps helped a lot. I chose to work at this branch because it was conveniently located near my house; only an hour's drive. Plus, it was my dad's favorite company, as it was the first company he built. As I stepped out of my car, I couldn't help but admire the changes the company had undergone. It had become even more beautiful than it was before. The last time I visited was when I was in 9th grade and my dad insisted on taking me out of school for the day to teach me about 'handling a business'. I was so angry at him that day because I had never been fond of work, especially since I was an only child. Looking up at the big sign with the words "ADOWNS OIL AND GAS" inscribed on it, I couldn't help but chuckle at the name. It seemed a bit lame and made no sense. My parents could be a little crazy when it came to me, espec
Kelvin's P.O.V I was awoken from my deep sleep by a familiar voice, my mom's. I groaned, still half-asleep, and slowly opened my eyes. "Ooh...leave me be, Mom. I'm tired and in need of some more rest," I mumbled, yawning with my eyes half-opened. Regrettably, those words earned me a hard slap on the back, causing me to yelp in pain. "Oww...Mom, why did you do that? I was just about to get up," I protested, standing up and stretching my body. "Do you realize you have a job interview today? So why aren't you up yet?" my mom inquired, clearly not pleased with my laziness. Suddenly, the mention of a job interview jolted my memory. "Oh, yes! I have one today," I exclaimed, immediately taking off my sleepwear. "Mom, you should have woken me up earlier," I complained. "I really should have, but you're such a heavy sleeper. Your interview is at 8 am, and it's almost that. Now, go and take your bath before you're late," she said, pushing me toward the bathroom. A bit startled by her ur
Kelvin's P.O.V A man was called into the interviewing office ahead of me, and after about five minutes, he came out with tears in his eyes. I then knew that he didn't get the job, and I could only imagine how tough the interviewer must have been. I felt a sense of fear creep over me as I thought about what I was about to face. The next person was called in, and as he walked out, he had a disappointed look on his face and it was clear that he hadn't been successful either. I felt a surge of pity for everyone who got denied, the interviewer must have had extremely high standards and I needed to be ready for them all or I would have a bad look like them. Needing a moment alone, I excused myself to go to the restroom. After asking for the restroom, I walked toward it and it was surprisingly huge, almost the size of my room. It provided a serene atmosphere, a welcome relief from the tension building up inside me. I approached one of the stalls and took a moment to relieve myself. Af
Kelvin's P.O.V I arrived at the location indicated by the lady and knocked on the door. "Come in," I heard a deep, muscular voice. It was obvious that it belonged to a man; his voice was immense and powerful. Upon entering, as I had expected, I found a young man seated at his desk in the office, spinning around in a swivel chair. He warmly welcomed me and proceeded to show me to my office, providing me with detailed instructions regarding the do's and don'ts of the company. He also explained my position and responsibilities moving forward. I was informed that I would be sharing the office with someone else. I couldn't help but wonder who it would be. I hoped it wouldn't be someone strange or unpredictable. Nonetheless, I felt immensely happy and excited, knowing that I had finally secured a real job. Gone were the days of idling at home, feeling aimless, or dealing with the frustration of job hunting. It was undeniably the happiest day of my life so far. With a heart filled with
Kelvin's P.O.V Using my spare key, I unlocked the door and stepped inside my house, knowing full well that Mom was still at work. Closing the door behind me, I headed straight to my room. My bags found their place in a drawer, and I neatly arranged my shoes where they belonged after taking them off. Unlike the typical messy stereotype, my room was impeccably organized. I was different from most guys, not a fan of untidiness. Disorder always got under my skin with everything I saw. I was a neat freak. Shrugging off my office attire, I tossed them into the laundry basket for the dirty clothes. Opting for comfort, I changed into a black T-shirt and blue jeans. Although I initially considered microwaving leftover pasta from the freezer, I changed my mind and chose to order pizza instead. My phone emerged from my jeans pocket, and I swiftly ordered a pepperoni pizza from a nearby restaurant. Grabbing an orange juice from the fridge, I poured it into a glass, taking a sip to curb m