(Kim's Point of View)"So, what do you say, will you work with me and achieve our goals as independent women?"I immediately shook my head to clear my mind. But I couldn't stop thinking about it.Self-sufficient women? Her perspective of autonomous women was that they used others to acquire what they wanted, even Arthur.Did not go as planned?What exactly did she mean? It couldn't be that she was the one who caused the accident that left Arthur in that state, could it?My lips parted in a gasp, and I clamped my mouth shut fast. It couldn't be, I was simply thinking too hard about it, it had to be."Are you insane now?"My train of thought was cut short as Arthur's voice interfered. I reeled toward his direction on the opposite couch scrolling through his phone while I was lying on the sofa with a magazine. "Huh?""You have been speaking to yourself for the past ten minutes," he responded without looking at me, and when he finally looked up at me and I felt struck by his grey eyes. I
(Kim's Point of View)I didn't know what hit me as I stood in front of Arthur's door, chewing my lower lip and fiddling with the hem of my shirt, pondering whether or not to walk in.It was 1 a.m., and I couldn't sleep, and ice cream wasn't doing anything for me after waking up from a nightmare.I pushed the door slowly, intending to flee the moment he sent me away.As I reached the bed Arthur was sleeping on, his eyes opened as though he realized I was in his room. I nearly fell over as he focused his attention on me and asked what I was doing in his room."I-I-I," I stuttered. He wouldn't get mad, would he? "I can't sleep, can I sleep here with you?"He looked at me as if I'd suddenly developed a twin head on my shoulder, maybe I have. He rolled his eyes, which I interpreted for approval as I got on the opposite side of the bed, gleefully snuggling beneath the blanket, and finally, I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling so peaceful that I let out a sigh and didn't notice when I slept ou
(Kim's Point Of View)I wasn't aware Mrs. Evans was here again as I paused abruptly at the front of the kitchen and watched without catching her attention as she opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of juice, pouring it into a glass. I found nothing out of the ordinary as I nearly made my presence known till she pulled out a tiny bottle from the front pocket of her red jumpsuit. I peered in confusion as she poured the content of the bottle into the glass of juice with a creepy smirk on her lips, it made my skin itch. What was she doing?!"If you are that curious, you can always ask, don't forget we are partners," she suddenly said looking over her shoulder. I was startled. I almost turned to leave but recalled what I came for. I ignored her and went to the fridge, getting myself a bottle of water.I turned to leave but her voice stopped me tauntingly."Don't you want to know what I'm doing?" She came to stand in front of me with the glass of juice. She smirked. "If you are curious
(Kim's Point of View)I peered across the adjacent sofa at Arthur. He was absorbed in a pair of office files Lucas had brought 30 minutes earlier, and to my chagrin, Mrs. Evans was also present, but at this juncture, she wasn't my problem; Arthur was.I angled my head, scrutinizing Arthur's face, my hands itching to photograph his deadpan look, and those spectacles at the bridge of his nose were always doing something to me, it was as if he was aware of the effects they had on me.Sighing, I eventually shifted my concentration away from Arthur's flawless features and onto the magazine in my hand, without reading a single word.Did I like Arthur?Yes, I appreciated Arthur as a person. He attempted to seem frigid, but it was only because of the circumstances. Arthur had smiled at me a few times, and he appeared even more exquisite with a grin, while my heart thumped and chuffed every time I was gifted with his beautiful smile.Did I have feelings for Arthur as a lover?That was a questi
(Kim's Point Of View)I locked my gaze on Arthur's lips as he talked, sitting across from me on the couch. I watched those lips move like a creep as he told me how to operate a corporation, but the words pierced one ear and flew out the other.Those lips were mesmerizing."Are you listening, Kim?"He abruptly hollered, jerking me from my stream of thoughts."What?" I pulled back, noticing a glare on his face.He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I can't believe I was conversing to myself all this time," he sighed, but that was the least of my concerns as I stepped from the sofa and crossed over to him. He was giving me a quizzical look. "What?"I debate my ideas by biting my bottom lips. "May I experiment?" I made a request."What?" he inquired.My attention shifted to his lap, and I gradually climbed on top of them, straddling his hips on the couch and resting my hands on his shoulder. He returned my look with a blank face. Why couldn't he let his emotions go for a change? What was he thi
(Kim’s Point Of View)I never knew sitting in a board convention could be this monochromatic and exasperating. It’s baffling how I haven’t fallen senseless yet. Possibly it was because of the piercing and challenging gaze I was reaping from Mrs. Evans who was crouching among the board members.“We need an edifice site for our new endeavor,” One of the members suggested.“I already told you haven’t I, we could use the lands from the south,” Mrs. Evans resolved causally, crossing one leg over the over but that immediately attracted my scrutiny.“The South?” I inquired. “Isn’t those lands occupied by the less privileged?”She scoffed. “Who cares about them? Give them a bit of money and if they declined, hauled them by their feet,”I shook my head, disagreeing. “Well, I do and those people use those lands to farm and graze their families, we can’t take that away, no amount of money you give them is enough and there's no way we would hustle them out of their homes, not only is it not right
(Kim’s Point Of View)I never thought one could look this athletic with just a brush in hand and stroking it on the sketch caravan.I placed my chin on my palms and graced my eyes with this magnificence. Arthur was fictitious. How could one person possess this much glamour? My hands were thrilling and I didn’t stop them as I reached out to trail a finger on his lips, making him freeze and gawked at me bewildered but I smiled and just carved out his flawless lips but he shook my hand off. I pouted.“What are you doing?” He grilled with a grimace.“Nothing!” I retorted in a high-pitched tone. “I just thought you looked glorious, you look so out of this world,”The frown on his face was exacerbated. “I guess first impression could be wrong sometimes,” he tsked.“What do you mean?”“When I first met you, you appeared to be a sheepish kind of girl but every day you prove me was wrong. You are rather unabashed and flirty”I gasped dramatically. “Did you just call me shameless because I admi
(Evy's Point Of View)The brass of that bastard! How dare he call me a whore! I rode my fingers through my hair as I spurted into my office but unexpectedly paused at the person crouching on my chair at the back of the table, skimming through a file."Sebastian,"He hoisted his head at the sound of his name. He placed the file down and our eyes met. He broke into a thin smile."Hey Baby," he stood up and advanced, coming to stand in front of me."What are you doing here, you didn't tell me you were coming?" And then again, when had he ever told me he was coming before abruptly showing up in my office? His eyes flicked to my jumbled hair then my scowling face. "What's wrong baby, did something happen at the meeting?"I rolled my eyes as I thought of the bastard that tarnished my day. Ryan Ferguson was another terror I didn't want to happen. "Nothing," I retorted flatly, sauntering past him but he clasped my wrist and held me back. "What?" I almost snarled."From your reaction, I can