The week has been a hectic one filled with errands, meetings and functions. The most absurd thing is that the day I am almost free, I have to spend it seated with a bunch of sixty year olds which are my dad and George, Henley and Brad and not forgetting my nemesis which is my brother. "I was talking with Genevieve and her husband last week. I got to meet their daughter. She is a beautiful and a good girl. I want Crescent to meet her." Dad says. I scowl. When did my father start playing matchmaker? I bet it is mom putting those thoughts in his head. Henley glances at me. Aaron smirks."That's great to hear." George mutters."I am sure they will make a good couple." Aaron adds with a grin. I doubt her would think so. What would he know about a good couple when he couldn't save his marriage?"What about Gretchen? What happened to her?" Henley asks. The nerve of her to act like she cares. I glare. Gretchen is the daughter of an investor who hosted a party we attended during the week. Our

Lunch was great and things went on smoothly between her parents and I even after that conversation with her dad. That wasn't the climax of the day though. While Della and her dad caught up, I remained with Susan talking about her upcoming show. The conversation was good until she cut in with a sharp question. "You and my daughter are not dating, I get it. However Crescent, do you see yourself dating my daughter in the future?" I don't understand how far that future she meant was."Your daughter is...""Don't beat around the bush boy. Just answer the question." It was a tough question to answer."No. I would if the situation was different." she gazes quietly."Does that mean there is someone else?" Susan cocks a brow."Yes. She is my ex fiancé.""Engaged?""We were until she broke our engagement six months back.""I see. Where does my daughter fit in your equation Crescent if you are still in love with this ex-fiancé?" Susan raises a brow. I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life

When I returned home last night, I couldn't find sleep. When we said farewell to everyone and I drove Della home, she didn't talk to me the whole journey. When I tried to apologize, she told me she was tired and we would talk next time. She must be pissed for the way I talked to her. I am to blame. I let my emotions get into my head.When my intercom buzzes, I answer immediately."Mr. Armstrong. Ms Henley is here to see you." Kristy, my secretary announces."I don't want to see her." I mutter immediately. "Ms..stop. He says he doesn't want to see you. She is coming." Kristy informs.I sigh when I hang up. Immediately my door opens to reveal a scowling Henley."What was that Crescent?" she says angrily."Just the person I didn't want to see." I glare. I don't bother hiding the annoyance in my voice.Henley walks further taking a seat without my permission."What do you want Henley?" I ask impatiently."I was from lunch with your father and I passed by to say hey. I didn't expect this b

The whole ride to the airport has been super chill and quiet except for the soft music playing on the radio. Della has been busy reading something on her phone while texting away. She told me it was something about some patient.I on the other hand have been divulging into my head like a freaking cave man. Since the other night Della took me to dinner, I haven't been myself. That day, I realised something I hadn't taken time to notice. It is something that scares me. It sounds so pathetic but it is the truth.Could this have become more than sex and I hadn't realised?Heck no! It can't. Della sees me as her fuck buddy nothing else. At least she has made it clear everytime we speak about it were she stood with all this. For fuck sake she convinced me to embark on our agreement after her parent's visit when I wanted to end it.Perhaps I am losing my mind over something small. I know how my heart pounded that night. I know how empty I felt when she left for her house. I realised the feeli

Della and I can't stop laughing about whatever just happened back there in that room and then with her mom. The look of disgust on her face when I opened the door almost made me want to cringe in guilt."Mom,"Susan's curt look cut Della off. "Did you two have sex in there because I swear...""We didn't." I cut her quick. Susan's nose scrunched further in disgust as she assessed us."So you were about to?" she raises a brow."If you hadn't interrupted, yes." Della fought back a smile that threatened to escape from her lips."You two are disgusting. At least you should first take my dress off. I don't want it smelling like wild sex."I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "What the hell is wrong with this generation?" she muttered as she walked away."And please no sex before the party ends. I don't want my daughter ending up in a nudist column "Her comment made us up break out in giggles.After the cock block from Susan, we decided to mingle for sometime at the party before we bot