The thing Madison liked about the beach was the sort of freedom that came with it.From the feeling of the sand beneath her feet, to the cool air that billowed through her clothes, and her hair, Madison couldn’t deny the fact that everything was peaceful, putting her at ease…At ease… That Madison wasn't sure about, and as she stood at the shore seemingly enjoying the scenery and the cool evening air, her mind was miles away from here. She had her mind in the past, during times like these when things had been different, and the thoughts all rushed through her mind… There was this particular one Madison had drifted off to.It was to painful, and she longed to forget this memory, bury it deep where she couldn’t reach out to it, but just as she kept running away from it, it kept coming back…Flashback… Some years back…"You dare disrespect me in this manner? How dare you!"Madison shook from head to toe as her father thundered over her, pure rage dripping from his tone as he stared down
"Come in.” Damien said as a knock resounded at his office door. Without waiting to see who was walking into his office, he resumed his typing on the computer, sighing when he came across some errors on the document. He had been so caught up in other things this week that he was unable to concentrate on work, hence all these errors. For the first time since this whole Madison saga started, he felt disappointed in himself for misplacing most of his priorities.Now though, he was determined to focus more on work and let everything else be, at-least for the time being. When he finally looked up from the computer, he saw that Alvarez was the one who walked in, and instantly the atmosphere became tense. The memory of their unresolved tiff from the last time flashing through his head, Damien kept a straight face, choosing not to say anything as he was equally annoyed about the way Alvarez had spoken to him the last time. "Yes?" He snapped adding, "I'm quite busy so whatever you want t
Madison recounted the wad of cash in her hand for the fourth time this morning, and it still amounted to nine hundred and ten dollars. She mentally calculated the estimate of the money she would spend on transport back to London and the miscellaneous expenses, and she breathed in relief when she saw that it would do. Still she needed to have some cash on her when she got back to London, at least until she managed to get another job. To cut costs, she decided to skip breakfast this morning, and maybe just get a burger or a doughnut and a bottle of water, instead of a full course meal. Not now though, she would have that when she had stayed at least an hour on the train, so the snack would last her until she got to her destination. Nodding in agreement to herself, she took out roughly fifty dollars and stuffed it safely into her purse. After Madison packed up her belongings which weren't so plenty, she lugged her bags outside the motel and hailed a taxi that would take her to the tr
KATHERINE Katherine forcefully fluffed her pillow on the bed, for the hundredth time since she woke up.It was still the early hours of the morning, and so she saw no need to get out of bed and do anything. Readjusting herself on the bed, she pulled the duvet up to her neck as she shut her eyes, and tried not to listen to the soft sound of Damien's light snoring. She was still quite pissed at him, and she had expected him to do more to prove that he was truly sorry. She wanted him to beg for her forgiveness, take her out, treat her like the queen she was amongst other things, but instead what did he do? He had gone out drinking and came back so drunk, he could barely stand on his own two feet. What if she had not been at home to help him inside? It was like he didn't even notice her sulking still, and it hurt her.Kathrine felt her jaw tic as all these thoughts ran through her mind. She had come over to his house with the hopes, that he would at least act remorseful and beg for h
Two Days LaterLONDONMadison tried and failed to stifle her groan, as she climbed out of the train, one hand lugging her bags behind her and the other supporting her waist. To describe her situation in one word, she was simply exhausted.She was so tired, and the two days spent on the train had felt like two years to her, especially since she had to ration the cash she had so she wouldn't spend all of it on food. This was also one of the reasons, why she felt like there was a huge hole was forming in her stomach. Despite her legs hurting so much from sitting for so long, she continued the journey from the train station to outside, noting that she still had a long way to go. She flagged down a taxi that would take her closer to the town where she lived, and praying silently that it wouldn't cost too much, luckily for her she got a really affordable one, and after about thirty minutes of driving round the busy street, she finally arrived. She was home at last.The tiny house was e
KATHERINE Slicing red apples before eating them usually calmed Katherine down, the reason being because that she was terrible at anything that concerned kitchen work. So if she kept struggling to cut the shiny fruit, it would take her mind off other troubling things today, but today it did little to calm her down. If anything, it only made her think of other satisfying things she could be doing with the small kitchen knife. As she deliberately cut through each slice, carefully as though it was a kind of ritual, her eyes flew over to the pictures laid on the table in front of her. The picture irritated her to no end, and the huge grins on the faces of Damien and his ex lover seemingly mocking her. Her anger beginning to resurface again, she kicked hard against the lowly kitchen table making every single thing she had struggled to peel, along with the plates to fall to the floor, clanging heavily and making loud noises. "Fuck!" She yelled, grabbing up the pictures and ripping throu
Damien fixed his tie once again, checking to see if his hair was still slicked back. Satisfied with his reflection in the mirror, he grabbed the files he would need for the meeting today, tucking them under his arm as he waited for Katherine to finish up. Like always, her hair stylist and makeup artist took hours following her instructions until they'd dolled her up. This was why he had instructed that they come hours before. Of course, Katherine hated being made to wake up earlier than she intended when taking a nap, but she had no choice if she truly wanted to escort him to the meeting. It was a business lunch date with Mr Ramon, the Italian man they had met that day at the event, and Katherine insisted she would come along. After the last time they had argued, Damien had expected her to be quite cold and distant to him, so he couldn't hide his surprise when she had been all smiles and flirty asking if she could come along. Of course he gave in, as he couldn’t refuse for no ju
Damien leaned into his chair, listening closely as his secretary ran him through his schedule for the week. There was nothing too serious to do, but he needed to have all the info, just to make sure. "That's all.” She finished finally, looking down at the tablet in her hand to make sure she was right. When she had confirmed that she was she added again, "That's all for this week, sir."Damien nodded slightly. Things were looking pretty great so far, and of course it could only be better, but still he needed to make some few changes. "That reminds me, schedule a few interviews. We need to find a replacement for Mr Carson. We almost lost that Wilder deal because of him, so I need him out of this company."His secretary nodded, “He claims he didn't know the man was Mr Wilder."Damien waved it off, "It doesn't matter. Whoever walks into this company and isn't a member of the staff, should be respected. He should have known better. Send him his termination letter as soon as you leave th