(Alana)Ricardo had a blank expression on his face, he too seemed stunned by what just happened. I wanted to look away, knowing the image before I would forever haunt me. Unfortunately, my brain swarmed with thoughts.“You should excuse me… I need to shower,” Ricardo's low voice slapped me back to my senses, only to realize I was staring at him shamelessly. He seemed to have realized that too because he grabbed a white towel nearby. And slowly but surely wrapped it around his lower part “Please,” he muttered again, and I was agitated “I'm… I'm so…sorry… I didn't mean,” I regained my wits and turned away from Ricardo. Ricardo quickly rushed out of the bathroom before slamming the door shut. I didn't understand why I entered the bathroom without knocking. It wasn't my room. I should have knocked“Oh gosh, Alana…now what,” I scolded myself and sat on the bed. But then again I rose to my feet. I could feel my stomach twisting from being nervous. It felt awkward; hence I decided to leave
(Alana)I stared at Rocco sipping on water. His expression was bright, as if he were happy to see me. I took time from my busy schedule to see him. He chose the restaurant and I obliged“So, you came to talk to me about your husband?” Rocco asked sarcastically and placed the glass on the table. His eyes narrowed coldly as he looked at me. I didn't care what he thought, I had an agenda for seeking to meet him.“Whatever it is, stop it now…is this about hurting him or what?” I asked, trying to understand why Rocco was hell-bent on causing Ricardo so much pain. Rocco shifted in his chair a little and stared at me blankly“Little angel, I want you to work for me… I'm not concerned about your husband….” He simply said and crossed his arms over his chest, the mischievousness in his eyes didn't sit well with me. He was a shrewd man. It wasn't hard to under him because he said his opinions openly“I'm a married woman…if you are an honest man… you wouldn't do anything to ruin my reputation," I
Ricardo stirred in his sleep due to the noise of a blow-dryer, his body felt tense, he tried shifting, but he failed. His eyes flickered open. He shifted a little until he was lying On his side, the deafening sound made him feel frustrated. Why would someone make so much noise in the morning? His sleepy eyes darted around the room until they stopped on a blurry image of someone sitting in front of the dressing mirror.Blinking a few times to regain his senses, Ricardo prompted on his elbows. His eyes greatly fixed on the woman. She was drying her hair, and Ricardo couldn't look away. He was angry, yes, that Alana interrupted his sleep, but what was she doing?He tried to look away, but he couldn't, she was only wearing a white towel exposing her slender legs. Her arms were exposed, and her hair was pushed to one inside, showing her neck. Ricardo lowered his gaze awkwardly And climbed off the bed, he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. It was hot right, he chuckled silently, he
(Alana)“Here, it's a bit cold…have some coffee,” Felix said and placed a coffee mug on the desk. I glanced at him and nodded with a smile.“Thanks, Felix… you should get going now,” I said with a smile, hoping he wouldn't bother with me. It was late, I asked Dennis to let me stay for a bit longer, and he agreed. Felix suggested staying as well. I saw how he was glancing at his watch now and then.“No, I can't leave you here… I'll drive you home once you are done,” he said with a grin and sat down across my desk. I didn't want that. I could see he had somewhere to go.“That won't be necessary, I'll take a long time…you should leave I'm sure you have somewhere to go,” it was best he left, I didn't want him driving me home and seeing where I lived. Felix seemed to have understood my point, he was hesitant, but when he glanced at his watch one more time. He agreed.“Fine, but if you need a ride…just call me, and please don't stay for long…” he said, shoving the hot coffee mug to me and I
When Alana woke up the next morning, she was surprised to find herself in bed. She looked around and found the room empty, and she was lying in Ricardo's bed. Pushing herself up, she ran her hands through her hair. Trying certainly to recall anything. “How did I get here?” She muttered and slowly climbed out of bed, she scanned herself, and she was wearing her nightgown…strange as it was, Alana wondered who changed her. The thought of Ricardo doing it made her hug herself in fear. Suddenly, the door opened, startling Alana, thinking it was Ricardo. But to her relief, it was Mrs. Marks who came in carrying a tray.“Good morning madam, it's good you are awake… I brought breakfast," Mrs. Marks said with a smile and walked to the sitting area. A confused Alana was disturbed. She scanned the tray Mrs. Marks came with and there was a heavy breakfast. “Mrs. Marks, this wasn't necessary," Alana said, wondering why Mrs. Marks was treating her like a special person. Mrs. Marks grinned and dr
Alana arrived at the office, she found everyone busy, and she was informed Ricardo had visitors. Hence, she took some files and some coffee to Brigitte.“You look tired, are you sure you slept fine,” Alana asked with a chuckle and handed Brigitte a cup of coffee. Brigitte let out an exhalation and took the coffee.“Well, when you stay up all night nursing an old drunk man,” Brigitte said with a frown and slammed a file on the desk, Alana chuckled and took a seat. Brigitte was indeed tired, she had dark circles around her eyes.“Well, just admit it… you want that man, he's handsome you know,” Alana remarked with a sly grin and Brigitte rolled her eyes in annoyance. “No, he's a fool… tell me is the boss done, I saw Rocco and his men rush in,” Brigitte said while flipping pages of the file Alana delivered. “I didn't see…what is he doing here?” When she came she went straight to her office, surprisingly, Felix was avoiding her. “I'm sure something is up…how on earth do you explain? Roc
Everyone was shocked, Brigitte was the most shocked. She followed Ricardo to the hospital, and so did Camilo. Alana was in critical condition. Ricardo kept yelling at the doctors to do their jobs correctly, or they would face his wrath.Brigitte felt guilty, she didn't know what to do besides to pace in the waiting room. Camilo entered the private waiting room and Brigitte stopped.“Did you give her anything?” Camilo walked up to her and asked coldly, she stared at him in disbelief. How could he ask her such a question? She considered Alana her friend. Why would she do anything to harm her?“So you knew about this…why didn't you tell me,” Brigitte asked, ignoring his question completely. She wanted to know if Camilo was aware that Alana was Ricardo's wife.“Does it matter…she's his wife,” Camilo scoffed and walked right past her. Brigitte was furious as she turned around to look at him.“You two are just the same…this is what you do huh…she's his wife, but he treats her like a strange
Ricardo was certain, Alana getting sick wasn't a coincidence. He asked Mrs. Marks back home if Alana ate anything bad or had said anything about getting sick. And Mrs. Marks explained everything which transpired before she left. The doctor told him, it was either food poisoning or she ate something she was deathly allergic to. All of it led to her fellow employees. He called three of them to his office. They knew any better than to lie to him.Brigitte was relieved to hear what happened wasn't her fault. Ms hart who normally baked pies for her fellow employees had stated exactly what happened.It turned out the supervisor was busy making the pies; hence she entrusted Eva with the task. Eva admitted to making the pie and adding peanuts. But she defended herself and said it wasn't intentional. That she had no idea that Alana was allergic. “It's not my fault, okay… I didn't know she was allergic to peanuts,” Eva said defensively, she only told the boss what happened. Brigitte was busy