The next moment, I woke up with a bad headache. I realized that I was not in my room. The wall was painted white. It was almost bare with only a cabinet and a small table beside the bed where I was lying.    Suddenly, a scene flashed in my mind. My heart beat fast as I recalled what happened last night.    "Am I dead?" I asked myself as I touched my body and felt every part of it.   "No, I'm still alive," I uttered. Then, I looked around the unfamiliar room.   A few seconds later, the door opened. A man i

Everything happened in a blink of an eye. That same day, I found myself signing the marriage certificate. I was now married to a stranger. I didn't even see his full name. Sigh!   Then, Alfred paid my father's debt. I didn't know where he got the money, and I was not interested to know, so I didn't ask. What made me wonder was those black men who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. First, at the bar, and the second was when I was in trouble with Robert. I was now suspicious if Alfred was a member of a gangster or a syndicate.   "We're here," Alfred mumbled as we arrived at the condominium where he brought me the first time we met. He got out of the car and opened the door for me. Then, we took the elevator to his condo unit.

Four days later.   I was starting to get bored seeing the four corners of this condo unit. I was spending all my day alone as Alfred would usually go to work in the morning and would come home at night.   If I was not chatting with Emily, I was watching tv, or browsing social media. I was not used to this kind of life. However, I still couldn't find a job. I already submitted my application to five companies, but unfortunately, I still haven't received an email nor call from any one of them.   Sigh. How long would it be before I could find a job? I'd go crazy if this took longer. Weird. I was beginning to think if my previous employer blacklisted me, that's why I couldn't find a job until n

I quickly stood up as the coffee began to drip on my dress.   Mr. James continued to scold me. “What will you do with these documents? These have been signed by most of the bosses. But now you splattered them with coffee. I couldn’t believe that they hired a clumsy Secretary like you."   "I-I'm sorry, Mr. James, but it was you who spilled the coffee on my desk." I couldn't afford to stay silent. I knew what I saw.   "What, Ms. Simons? Did I hear it right? You're blaming me? If you didn't drink coffee, it would not happen!” He shouted.   I was not able to refute.

Alfred's steely blue eyes wandered over my face. Then, he tucked the strands of my hair behind my ear and held my chin with his right hand while his left hand gently pressed on my waist, drawing me closer to him.   I was frozen. I couldn't move. I couldn't avoid his gaze. Am I being hypnotized by his steely blue eyes? I asked myself.   Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub! Oh my! My heart was like jumping out from my chest. I was so nervous. Was he going to kiss me?   Heat rose from my stomach to my chest as his face was getting closer. Then, I caught my breath when I felt his warm gasp against my cheek.