The next day, I woke up earlier than usual. I was in the kitchen blankly watching Elsa and Noemi prepare breakfast. Elsa glanced at me once in a while but Noemi glued her eyes on the vegetables she was cutting."You're up early!" Elsa nudged me with her words and I flinched in my seat, obviously, I was physically here but my mind was wandering somewhere. "Yeah, couldn't sleep and checked the winter blossoms in the garden!" I lied about my second reason."Hmm!" making Noemi groan. Even if she wasn't staring at me, I knew well that violent reaction was meant for me."And you groaned because!" I questioned, arching my eyebrow at her."Nothing!" she plastered a forced smile when she lifted her head. "You're just hurting yourself!" and muttered while giving the cut onions to Elsa."Heard that, Noemi!" I grumbled in a low tone avoiding making my voice loud. At any minute, Don Miguel and his wife would come downstairs."Noemi is right, Desmond. She's not the right girl for you. She's as high
Those last words I heard from her shut my series of flashbacks as my mind went back to reality. The reality that she was here, standing tensed in front of me, the intensity of my gaze wasn't comforting. Though my orbs couldn't control rummaging her from head to foot like a precious specimen on a Petri dish, I restrained my urge to touch her face. She was attractive five years ago. However, the beauty that gave me sleepless nights was even more stunning now than ever."Desmond, you're alive!" her flabbergasted voice horned in on my little view. She looked joyful that I was standing in front of her, breathing."Surprise?!" the smell of sarcasm fumed my wide study room and she could scent it, too, for sure. "Why? Amy Leah, do you expect me to be an ash now?" I taunted as I stepped closer just a couple of inches away from her and she stepped back hitting the door. She had nowhere else to go."I...I don't understand what you mean!" she stuttered while tears began to roll down her cheek, my
Amy Leah POV.."How could he say that to me, Iñigo? After all these years. He hates me a lot. I understand that he built grudges against me for what I've done to him but!" I couldn't continue my litany, in deep thoughts, he had all the right to get mad at me.However, the only person I was venting my rage to at the moment was smiling from ear to ear while he glanced at the entrance of his glorious villa from time to time."He's alive. Desmond didn't get burned by that fire!" he even adjusted his seat and glanced over his shoulder. "Señorita, are you sure that's Desmond?" I could feel his euphoria in the air."Iñigo?!" I stomped my feet while giving him a dagger stare. Don't mess with me now, Iñigo. I'm not in the good mood!"Ops! My bad!" he shrugged off and sat still. "Just that I can't believe, he's still alive. I mean, there's been no news about him for the past five years!" he revved the engine while he kept speaking about Desmond. "Also, he has changed his last name. From Thomp
I was exhausted yesterday that I slept without a hassle. Totally different from the past few months. Since I received a letter from the court about six months ago that Liam didn't leave Bailey International to me, I became restless. Added to that was dad's passing and then this current company's situation. All of these drained me to the core.I stretched my hands in the air and inhaled the fresh air in the morning. I even forgot to close the window last night, hence, the winter breeze welcomed my presence."Great morning, sunshine!" my alarm clock on the side table spoke as it ticked to six.That's been my morning routine since, waking up at six and exercising before I would head to the dining room and have my breakfast. I was not really a breakfast person but one particular individual in the world taught me how important to fill your stomach in the morning.And that individual was the one I met yesterday...again. After five years.I got off my bed and planned to head to the gym that'
In the afternoon, I had an uninvited visitor. It's Guinevere and she looked stunning in her off-shouldered knitted light pink sweater and blue skinny jeans. She paired her outfit with knee-length and three-inch-high-heel white boots and her long straight hair was ponytailed, it contoured her oval shape face. On her earlobes were round earrings shaded in metallic gold. Her beauty was effortless."Mrs. Bailey!" her voice was calm and angelic, too."Good afternoon, Ms. Basile. May I help you?" I asked in return.Knowing she was Desmond's current girlfriend made me feel unconscious that I had to secretly glance at the glass wall for my reflection. Shame! I was just in my simple home one-piece dress, decent enough but couldn't be compared to hers. I didn't also comb my hair yet. Hadn't showered since yesterday yet."Actually, it's the other way around. May I come in?" she smiled briefly.I nodded and stepped aside giving her a way. "Let's talk on the 3rd floor. The lift is this way!" I rai
I glanced in the direction of that manly voice and saw a gorgeous man in uniform. Beside him was a fierce-looking woman holding a long leather stick."You okay, Ma'am?" the woman asked, her smiles reassuring me that I was safe now."Yes, I'm fine now. Thanks!" I replied sighing deeply and striding between the two officers. I knew the guy and I was so glad to see him again."All right, you three, are staying at the station tonight!" he shouted at the three hooligans who were about to run away but the police officers scared them. "Don't waste your energy assholes!" he took his gun and raised it in the air. The three knelt on the ground right away."Part, you know that's against our jurisdiction!" the woman beside him sternly uttered."No jurisdictions for me when it comes to my family and friends, Part!" he replied then glanced at me. "Welcome back, Amy!" he also whispered."Thanks, Adam!" I whispered back. "I'm glad you're here!" I took a glance at the woman who was now busy shoving th
Desmond POV.."I dropped the bomb!" my señor assistant, Guinevere, dropped herself on the couch in a sitting position and crossed her long slender legs while her exhausted face frowned at me.I smiled at her expression and turned off my laptop for a while. "You know what I always tell you. You're gonna get a lot of wrinkles if you won't stop frowning!" and she frowned even more.She crossed her arms over her chest and then sighed, perhaps the longest deepest inhale I had ever heard from her. "That's the last straw, Des. If she still doesn't want your proposal then it's her loss!" she then got up and sauntered towards me. The swaying of her hips and sultry walks could fall any man on their knees, I should say. Guinevere was an ethereal beauty."Why do you wanna pursue her anyway?" she leaned her body forward showing me a portion of her richness which, to be honest, was indeed an asset but no! I would never do that to her. Guinevere was like a sister to me. "She hurt you and her fathe
As we exited the lift going to the Chairman's office, we heard a commotion in every cubicle. The staff was in their spare time gabbing about their bosses. Alden snorted and shook his head out of annoyance."Hey, you!" he then grabbed the shoulder of a male employee who was busy whispering with the other ladies. The poor lad clamped his mouth with his hand and jumped on his feet."Goodness! You're so handsome!" the male staff widened his eyes upon seeing my bodyguard. "Oh, my! Two gorgeous sons of Adam!" he added when he saw me making my dim expression darker.His female friends quieted when they saw how stern we were. Joking wasn't exactly our flavor of the day today. We needed answers!"Yeah! Save your adulation. Answer my question, son of I don't know!" Alden cut in. "What's going on inside the Chairman's office?" the press on the lad's shoulder had gone deeper making him wince in pain."Ahm! Mrs. de la Frontera and Mrs. Bailey are argumenting!" he twitched his lips, Alden had no in