Adrian Moore stopped reading the document he needed to double check before signing it when his phone beeped with a new notification.Picking it up, he swiped at his lock-screen to check the new message he’d received from an unknown number. Nothing prepared him for what he’d see.It was a picture of Liz and Ivan, cozying up at some bar.“What the fuck?” He swore under his breath.He clenched the papers in his hand, his fingers tightening.Some emotion hit him hard in the chest. He recognized it immediately: regret. This was the wrong time. It seemed like Liz had already made her choice. That would explain the smile on her face in this picture. They both looked so lost in one another’s eyes.If only he’d given her a chance to speak yesterday, maybe things would have been different today and maybe, just maybe he would have had more confidence in himself, in their relationship so far. Now…it appeared to him that it was too damn late.He’d taken his shot – as much of possible ones as he co
Liz Walters angrily stomped all the way back to her bedroom and grabbed her suitcase from beside the wardrobe and threw it on the bed. Unzipping it, she dumped all her clothes and stuffs in it before closing it shut.She gulped back the lump that had formed at the back of her throat, stiffening the tears threatening to break free. She didn’t want to cry over Adrian Moore anymore. He didn’t deserve it.He'd misunderstood her, questioned her character and never gave her a chance to explain things. He never made an effort to clear these misunderstandings between them, to make things right. He'd always been busy with his office works.Today also, Liz waited for him to come back but he never did.Instead, when she called on his office phone to ask about his whereabouts, a staff picked up and told her that Adrian was in a meeting. She’d felt relieved knowing he was at least over there but then, she was hurt that he’d left home earlier than normally.She’d woken up hoping that his anger migh
“I’m not here to sit and drink with you.” Liz rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest.He arched an eyebrow at her as though seriously askance. “Why are you here then?”Liz’s mouth dropped open. “What?”“I asked you to come here to have a drink with me.”“I won’t have a drink with you –”“Uh-huh,” he raised a hand to stop her. “Don’t forget that I haven’t told your grandparents about your whereabouts yet. If you don’t listen to me, I’ll tell them about it.”“Are you threatening me right now?” She couldn’t believe her eyes.He just shrugged in response.Liz hated the guts of this guy and to think she was ever friends with him, disgusted her.She proceeded to take a seat in the couch opposite his but she was stopped by him. “Not there, here,” he pointed at the couch he was sitting on.“I’ll sit here,” Liz argued with him.Ivan snatched his phone off the table between them all while holding her gaze and then asked with a smug smirk, “Are you sure you want to do that?”
Adrian Moore clenched his jaw. He’d been played, a pawn in another woman’s game. But he was no one’s throw-away piece.His mind raced, relaying conversations and quiet moments between them, searching for a time Liz could have used him or the opportunity he had provided her – the contract. The harder he searched his memory, the more desperate he became to prove to himself she’d lied to him and used him.Hell, he’d settled for her having misled him in any way. But there was nothing to find. Nothing stood out as deceitful. In fact, she’d been there whenever he needed her. Still, that didn’t change the fact that she was two timing him. That would explain why she’d gone to meet her ex-lover twice without finding it necessary to tell him.Even though they weren’t in a real official relationship yet, he’d imagined she would at least inform him about it but she hadn’t.His gaze shot to her face in the picture he gripped in his hand, the same picture that the media had taken of them when he’d
“About damn time,” Anna said under her breath, relieved that her brother had finally understood and was doing the right thing.He was pissed at himself for having made such a stupid mistake. But, he was more furious at that bastard, Ivan Smith. Because of him, he grew suspicious of Liz and began to lose trust in her. And those pictures that anonymous person had sent him, didn’t help one bit. It only made matters worse.I have to make things right before it’s too late, he thought.Adrian glanced at her sister. “You,” he commanded, pointing at Anna but looking at Liz’s and his picture on the coffee table. “Sit.”Anna’s hands went to her hips and fire sparked in her eyes. “How dare you order me like that? I’m your elder sister.”“Sit!” He pressed.Anna made a face at her brother as she took a seat, every movement slow and precise and watched him from under a furrowed brow. She couldn’t believe that her little brother was ordering her around.“I need some advice from you.” He said while l
Liz Walters arrived to her hometown and immediately, she found herself standing in front of her house, the same house she’d escaped. How long she stood in the doorway she didn’t know, but when she realized she needed to do something, rather than just stand there and stare, she realized that her cheeks were wet with tears.Tears for Adrian… for their initial budding relationship… for what had happened and now this reunion with her grandparents…A new concern…A new fear…She’d told herself she was brave enough to do this, but was she ready to face them? She’d barely made it through before. Walking out of Adrian house with her luggage had been like leaving a piece of her heart behind.She’d known she’d never be the same again… at least not any time soon.Lifting a hand, she knocked on the door and waited for someone to open the door. She braced herself, preparing herself to face her grandparents but then, she felt apprehensive…Just as she turned to leave, she heard the door opening beh
That night when Mrs. Walters came to check on Liz, she found her deep asleep. She’d heard her crying when she’d left her bedroom earlier. “She must have wept herself to sleep.” She mumbled to herself.She sat down beside her and then, lightly brushed her fingers across her forehead. Liz looked so worn out, she thought to herself as she gently shook her on the shoulder to wake her up. She gave her a few minutes and watched as she slowly pried her eyes open.Liz saw her grandma leaning above her. “Gram,” she gulped, sitting up against her pillows. “What time is it?”“”It’s seven o’clock. Dinner is ready…” her grandma murmured. “Do you want to go down or do you want me to bring yours upstairs?”“Did you eat?” Liz asked, looking at her with heavy eyes.The trip back home had been one hell of a ride. She felt so drained out that she hadn’t realized when she’d fallen asleep.“I wanted to eat with you,” her grandma reached forward and held her hands.“Can we eat here?” Liz did not want to go
Liz Walters stirred when her alarm woke her. Groaning, she blindly reached out to grab her clock and switch off the irritating noise, then flopped back against her pillows.It’s been a month since she’d returned home. Things have been so different from when she’d run away. She believed her grandma has spoken to his grandpa and the air has been strangely calm and light, not oppressive like it’d been before.Although at first her grandpa had seemed a bit angry and close off around her, he’d gradually eased up to his wife’s new set of rules and to having Liz back in the house.One night, he’d started a conversation, one which Liz was trying to avoid at all cost – regarding the family business. He wanted to inform Liz, not like he hadn’t done so before for a hundred times already, that she would have to take over the family business.She was already aware that she would have to take care of it someday but she wasn’t ready yet. And, her grandpa never wasted a second to educate her about th