“Aramide! Aramide! Please listen to me!” Cole's yells echoed throughout the streets as he ran after me,   I alternated between wiping my tears and trying to get a taxi, I felt used,  pathetic, and stupid,  once again, once again I had let someone play with me. Why? Why didn't I just stick to my career? Why? Why did I have to fall in love with the wrong person,  all over again?                “Aramide,” he said again,  as he managed to catch up and held my arm,  and in a split second my palm collided with his face.    “don't touch me” I gritted out through my teeth   “Oh my gosh!  Aramide where are you? Cole just—”   “Y-you knew?”   “For how long have you known?” I asked my heart breaking,  begging for the answer to be different f

        Cole downed another shot of vodka barely registering the impatient look on the bartender's face. He had been here for the past few hours, trying to get away from his present and maybe, just maybe reconnect with his past. his past, If someone had told him two years ago that his future wouldn't have his Aramide in it, he would have laughed in their face. but here he was now, tied to a woman he didn't even love because she had a child for him       “Another shot” his gruff voice whispered.            The bartender raised an eyebrow before speaking.  “I am sorry, but you need to leave now, the bar had already closed for the past 20 minutes now,” the man said trying to reason with Cole. Cole looked around. Indeed he was the only one in this bar excluding the bartender. Was he so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the loud music go low till

"Coming!" Aramide whispered as she rushed back into her bathroom. She washed off the tear tracks on her face and tried to practice her best smile in front of her broken mirror but failed miserably. She shrugged. Oh well.    She changed out of her dress into some jeans and a big tee shirt, she sighed as she walked up to the door, her hand lingered on the handle and for a moment there, she debated locking herself up in there, hiding from the reality that always awaited her the moment she left the room. Still, she braced herself as she opened the door only to be met by familiar green orbs    "Daniel," she said in a heavy tone. "Now is not a good time" she finished her eyes threatening to spill tears   Daniel smiled sadly "since when has it ever been a good time? Life isn't that generous Clarissa" he replied and they locked eyes for a moment before Aramide broke the eye contact   "Why are you h

Silence fell on both of them, only the sound of the breeze hitting their clothes, and the loud silence between them could be heard. Daniel bit his lip, He had probably realized that this was a bad idea   “it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, I would understand, that was so insensitive of me to ask, just because I told you about my past. I think I have overstayed my welcome, good—" He rambled.   "Wait," Aramide said before Daniel could take enough steps to the door. He froze just a few steps past her, his eyes still glued to the door, he knew asking such a question was a bad idea and he still did. He had no idea why he did it — why he asked the dreaded question, He was sure Aramide would not talk to him anymore. He had messed up. though Aramide's next words shocked him.   "I - I fell in love..." She trailed off, cutting through Daniel's trial of torturous thoughts as he glanced over at her, only to see she had he

The Clough mansion was a sight for elegant eyes; the walls and floors were designed with marble and all the interiors were made of either pure gold, diamonds, or artifacts. The floors were tile black and the whole house was painted with a dark shade of grey. A huge Chandelier hung right above the middle of the sitting room's ceiling. No one needed to be a genius to know it was pure gold.    The chairs in the sitting room were made of pure black leather to complement the large portraits of Aramide that sat on the walls and were designed In gold. The house had two floors, initially, Aramide's floor was the bottom and the workers' floor was at the top, but when she arrived Aramide felt that the room on the first floor had too much design and felt choking. Thus, she had moved to the top floor and stayed in the maid quarters while Blaire stayed in her room. and even this room, was elegantly designed too.    Though, the beauty of this el