Days were shorter, nights longer. Winter had marked its arrival as night fell too early as compared to summer where 7p.m. was sunset.
Gauteng Maboneng. A very unique description of the beauty of Johannesburg at night. The streetlights and house lights illuminated the city, marking its beauty with its brightness.
Sandton was the ‘it’ place in Johannesburg. Always busy. From fancy hotels to fancy restaurants, from fancy shops to fancy apartments, but nothing could compare to Cnr Grayston Dr and Rivonia Rd. Expensive cars piled up the streets, marking the presence of very important people, and a very important and big occasion.
A red carpet laid on the grounds of The Maslow Hotel from outside, all the way inside, and journalists littered outside the entrance of the hotel, taking pictures and interviewing some of the guests.
The inside of the hotel was exquisite and the most luxurious. It was covered in gold from head to to
Twenty-eight years ago she had been brought into this miserable world. A world filled with so many inevitabilities; love, hatred, failures, riches, disloyalty, treachery, abuse, defeat, deceit – a whole lot of pointless things. But none of that mattered; she had seen it all, she had been through it all, and yet, here she stood, not even a single scratch on her face or as little as a single tear burning in her hollow eyes. But still, none of that mattered.This was how she had always spent her birthdays, whether it was in New York, Australia, Ireland, New Zealand, Cape Town or London; it was the same thing every night before the clock hit midnight and her birthday was over. She would either be in her office or her house, watching the stars or the black night sky like she was doing right now.She stood on the rooftop of The Maslow Hotel, staring at the sky while counting the stars, something she was well accustomed to now. She would count the stars whil
“This is a special party for a very special person. We have a lot of things lined up for you, but before we continue, I would like for us to give the birthday girl’s brother a chance to speak. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Jorge Billings to the stage!” Anita said, and the guests clapped as Jorge made his way to the stage.“Uhm…first of all, I would like to thank you for coming at such a short notice, I’m really grateful for that, thank you.” Jorge spoke up. “People often ask me what’s the most important thing in my life, and the answer is always the same – MJ Billings." He said with much-held adoration. "You are probably listening to me right now, and if you are, I want you to know that I love you, MJ, and my words don't even begin to describe my love for you." He said and his eyes wandered over the crowd, the only person he was looking for, missing. "Not only did our mother leave this world on this day
It was a Wednesday morning after her birthday when MJ woke up to the sound of the door banging. She groaned and walked to the sitting room, and strolled to the door. The banging continued, and she pulled the door wide open and was caught by an unexpected sight, all the words she had at the tip of her tongue forgotten. “Morning, beautiful.” Logan greeted with a smirk plastered on his face. He was wearing all white - white jeans, a white long-sleeved T-shirt, and white shoes.“What are you doing here?” MJ asked grimly. She had not seen him since the night of her birthday, and Logan had expected her to show up for work but she never did.“Aren’t you going to let me in?” He asked, but she just crossed her arms. He sighed and stared at her, but she did not budge. "We are going cruising, we really need to talk." He said with a deep breath, hoping that she would not turn him down again as she did on the night of her birthd
4th May 2017; a Thursday like any other. From local newspapers to the world’s top newspapers, social media, local radio stations, TV shows - they were all buzzing with Logan Parker’s engagement and the sudden wedding.MJ stood at the balcony outside Jorge's beach house in Cape Town. She was wearing Jorge's oversized black sweatpants and a T-shirt. The cool breeze blew her brown hair as she leaned over the railing with a faraway look.Jorge walked in quietly with two mugs in his hands. “Tea?” He asked and handed her one of the mugs.MJ turned around and took the tea. “Thanks.” She said and took a sip of her tea. She turned back around and looked at the beautiful view of the ocean from the balcony. Jorge stood next to her, slid one of his hands in his pocket, and drank his tea. They drank their tea in silence, with Jorge stealing quick glances at MJ whenever she was not looking.“I can’
Logan was on his way back to work when he found Carmen with the helpers lined up in the sitting room, and she pulled him towards them and asked him to tell them the good news, but instead, his anger flared up and he ordered them to get back to work.He threw his bag on the couch, took off his jacket and threw it on the couch as well, and then he rolled up his sleeves. “How could you do something like this?” He shouted at Carmen while pacing about his sitting room.Carmen frowned. “What do you mean? You proposed to me, here’s the ring!” She said and waved her left hand in his face.Logan stared at her and wondered why he had done this. He had obviously proposed to Carmen to get back at MJ now that it was in the open that he knew the truth, but instead, it seemed as though he had dug his own grave. “This is so absurd!” He shouted and laughed humourlessly.“You proposed to me, you got do
“Oh my God! It is the Billings!” One of the girls from McEnroe Enterprises squealed as MJ and Jorge walked into the building in their mighty suits and billion dollar looks. MJ was wearing a white suit and short black heels. Her brown hair was tied up into a neat bun. Jorge, on the other hand, wore a black designer business suit, white shirt, and a grey tie with white stripes.A young woman approached them. "Good day, Mr and Miss Billings, Mr McEnroe awaits you in the boardroom. Please follow me." She said in a strict business tone.Jorge was quite shocked by her attitude. He swore she was one of the few women who looked at him as a normal human being. She led them to a private elevator and they landed on the fifth floor, and then she directed them to a room with big double doors. She opened the door and they both entered.There was a huge table at the centre of the room, with about fifteen chairs in which only seven were occupied by
It was early on a Friday morning when the doorbell at the Billings’ beach house rang continuously. “I’m coming!” Anita shouted from the kitchen. She was the only one up; MJ and Jorge were still asleep. Anita rushed towards the door in her apron and opened the door to reveal two faces that she had spent the previous day with. “Hey, please come in!” She said happily.“Good morning.” Jameson kissed her cheek and walked past her, and then Reina greeted and hugged her before she walked in. Anita led them to the sitting room. “Where do I put these?” Jameson asked, referring to the bowl that he was holding.“I’ll take that.” Anita said and took the bowl to the kitchen where she was still preparing breakfast. “Make yourselves comfortable, breakfast is almost ready!” She shouted from the kitchen.“Are we too early?” Reina asked.Anita stood
“Hey, Anita! It is Jorge again. I was just checking if you had heard anything from MJ. Please call me as soon as you get this message…” Jorge said into the phone. His hair was wet and he looked like he just got out of the shower. He was wearing blue jeans and a blue shirt, which was tight around his body, and the sleeves were neatly rolled up, giving his big and fancy watch a better view."Hey, Jorge!" Anita and the Dos Santos women budged into the house with a handful of shopping bags. He sighed in relief and walked towards them. "Wow! You should never go shopping with these two; they made us go from door to door." She sighed tiredly as she placed her bags down, and then she plopped down on the couch and took off her heels.“What the hell happened to your phone? I’ve been calling you all day long!” He shouted, frustrated.Anita sat up straight, and the two women who were busy mingling stopped what they were