Two hours later, I'm not completely sure that my prayers were heard. The driver says it was normal for us to spend at least two hours given the distance, but it wasn't for me. The traffic was thick at some points, and thank goodness the driver was so sleek, he was able to manoeuvre his way, eventually though we still get there two hours after I entered the car. I look at my watch and see that it's 9:36 am. So I thank the driver and make sure to tip him before getting down. And oh my God am I met with the biggest building I've ever seen, in forever! The driver must have thought I was from the village or something, not to know a place like this. It's like a picture out of my movies. Tall as hell must be a couple of storeys high, all sleek and clean. Grey, white and black is what I can see from the outside, and there are so many, so so many glass windows. I get the sudden urge to throw a little stone to see what happens but I quell the urge immediately. How many people must work here???
Jake's POV"Theresa Thompson?" I say as I look at her, trying to ignore everything rioting through me. I won't be subject to the weakness I feel at the sight of her, after so long. I won't be subject to the feeling in me, the part of me that wants me to draw her close and kiss every part of her body over and over again till I place my mark on her. She's here for business, and so I am."You may have your seat," I nod towards the seat at my front, trying to be as proper as I can be. And then she looks at me as if she's hurt I can't remember her but she doesn't know what else to do she walks right to my front, looking pale as hell making me want to end this farce. Only I can't. I just can't. I have too much for her in me to put her through what being with a bastard like me would do to her. I want to protect her. It's why I haven't reached out to her all this while. It was like fate was laughing me right in the eye when I received her entry, right in the early hours of the morning after I
Jake's POVWhy's she taking so long in the bathroom? How is this going to even go? Maybe I should just come clean, but that will definitely be a mess. I can't do it. For her, I can't. It will be too much trouble for her and any other living family she has.Suddenly, she walks out, looking like a diva and as if she suddenly gained a lot more courage in the bathroom, and her voice, silky and throaty, comes right at me strongly."I'm so sorry, sir. I think it was what I ate. I'm better now, can we go on with the interview please?"At first, I'm dumbfounded because that is so not what I thought would come out of her mouth. It shows me that she indeed has guts because somehow she's been able to get herself together, and maybe she thinks it's not me, I don't even know, but she's not flustered anymore. Now, it's my turn to keep up."Alright, Theresa. Tell me about you." I say as if I don't already know a little too much about her from that night. It was such a perfect night. I see her mouth
Why shouldn’t I take my own life? It’s a question that has run through my mind one too many times. Even now, I think, and I wonder why I don’t have the balls to do it. Sometimes, I imagine that it’s because I won’t make heaven. But even I know that that thought is just bull. At this point in my life, making heaven is not one of my top priorities. Other times, I think it’s because of my selfishness. Now, that’s more reasonable. I’ve always been selfish. I’ve always never given two fucks about anybody but myself. All things considered, I think I'm permitted that leisure. Although, I do think that no matter how much I hate my life, I’m simply too selfish to end it. Yes, selfishness is a more logical reason for me. And if I'm not selfish with myself, who would be? That aside, suicide is not something I think I can do, even with all my issues. I just wouldn't be able to bear putting my mom through the pain. Doesn't mean I don't think about how it'd be though. Just a thought. I only won
“Hello, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know anyone was there. Are you okay?” He says, trying to check me gently all over for injuries or anything. And even in the dim lighting, I can see his soft smile.He’s probably laughing at the stupid girl who’s been looking at him as if she could swallow him all in one piece. All of a sudden, my bitchiness reappears. I’m angry because of everything and nothing at the same time. “I am okay. Thank you,” I say as I snatch my arms from his hand angrily.“Maybe next time, you should watch where you’re going very carefully though.” I turn to leave, happy that I was able to find my stupid voice to at least has said something.“Alright. I’m sorry again. I was so distracted. Please, let me buy you a drink,” I try to look at him more carefully but he only smiles more and says, “Please? Just take me to your table. I’d buy just one drink. I feel really bad, please?”And I could say that’s what did it. Well, not just the gesture but the stupid dog grin al
When we step into the room, it’s as if a sudden spirit comes over me suddenly, and it takes my whole confidence away. I don’t understand it, I swear. All night, I’ve been so confident in myself. And even when I knew we might end up here, I never thought twice.But that first step I make into the wide room makes me shiver. I honestly don’t know why. I think it’s because we talked for hours and I didn’t get his name, or where he works, or anything else that can make me know him after today.This room is simply not a room–it’s too big to be called one. If he wasn’t stinking rich, I don’t know how he’d afford this. And of course, I don’t even know if he’s a serial killer or something. And even though my mind says otherwise, what if he lied to me about himself? I don’t have any more time for what-ifs. Because he moves over to me with apprehension on his face.“Hey, everything is okay, right? If you’ve changed your mind about this, there’s no problem. We could go back downstairs and continu
"Tess, are you okay?" it's my best friend. Since we got home after that night, she's been unusually weird and she said it's me that's being weird. How?Well, maybe because we usually talk about everything yet I haven't said a word about what happened the other day and she hasn't asked. It's just crazy but everything will be fine. I just don't want her to fret that I had the best sex and time of my life with a handsome nameless stranger. And trust Josephine to be really scared at that. She knows that no matter how bad bitch I am, I'm still a softie and a traditional lover girl at heart. However, I have to make sure she doesn't worry. Not that I won't tell her, but not yet. I honestly don't know what I'm waiting for, maybe to be sure it's not a dream since but I guess it's not cos dreams have never been so happy for me. And that was way too vivid to be a dream. But then, I also think that if it were a dream, I wouldn't have wanted to wake up so soon because why would life be that perfec
"Content Writer" for X'Development, a marketing agency. That was what the application form stated when I applied. I didn't even tell Jose when I applied because she'd warned me that in the bid not to be desperate, I shouldn't apply for every single job I see. And honestly, I understand that.When I think of it, it's funny how I studied Accounting yet my source of income is from Writing, a talent and a skill I honed. Getting out of the university and seeing that there was no job anywhere was tough. I applied to places that my CV resonated with, yet I wasn't able to get a decent job with decent pay. Everyone everywhere else said it was better to get a skill and I almost laughed at that, at first. You mean I spent four years and then some in a university only to come out and not see a job and then get a skill to get one? Why then did I disturb myself with the university process when I could have easily sat at home to learn a skill after secondary school? I asked myself that question a mi