Omarion tapped his feet anxiously while sitting on his chair. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up in the process. He finally decided to meet up with the person who claimed that she had something important to tell him, but he had not seen the lady come into his office. After asking Rachel to let her come up to his office, his mind had been running wild on what the lady might be there to tell him. "I just hope whatever she's here to say is worth it," Omarion said, looking at his wristwatch anxiously. The door to Omarion's office opened and a pair of legs in stiletto heels came into view. Omarion looked up and was surprised to see the person standing at his door. She was a pretty lady and also young, but there was something about her that immediately got his mind unsettled. The lady, for reasons he could not fathom, smelt to him like trouble. "Hi, Mr. Yandel," the young lady greeted in a soothing voice and Omarion could only nod his head in reply, because he was sti

Omarion stared intensely at Phoenix that was also matching up with his intense gaze, the room getting heated with the two glaring at themselves. "You have been really saying a lot of fun stuff lately Miss, but I think this is the height of it, or don't you think?" Omarion glared at her, his voice cold. Phoenix felt a little bit suppressed by the man's cold voice. She knew that Omarion was a tyrant when angered and she was starting to think she had really taken the game too far. But what could she do? She had already put her eggs inside one basket and all she could do at the moment was to protect the eggs with her life and lose everything altogether. "You heard me, Mr. Yandel, I want to stay by your side and raise the baby with you," Phoenix said, picking up her courage, walking towards Omarion, placing her hands on Omarion's chest. "Our baby," she emphasized. Omarion immediately felt like some memories were injected into him at her touch. He could remember the flash memories of t

Back at Phoenix's apartment, after crying herself to death on the floor, Isis picked herself up and tried to get out of the house before Phoenix came back from wherever she went. She knew her friend meant it when she said that she wanted her out and that there was no going back on her words; she decided to act on it before the lady came back to embarrass her. She never knew a day would come when their friendship would be reduced to nothing. In just a day she had lost everything. A moment of pleasure had cost her so much.She just wished that there could be a time travel so she could travel back in time and retract her mistakes. She wished that she had never accepted Omarion's offer. No, that was not where the problem started. She wished that she had never applied for the job at all because that was when everything started to go wrong. "I ruined my life by applying for a job," Isis mumbled and she burst into laughter and for someone that had been crying herself to death, she was s

Omarion glared at the terrified Rachel angrily before he released his hold on her neck and he cursed himself for getting angry and also not being able to control his anger.He knew that he had been pretty frustrated that day and with his parents on his neck there was no way he was not going to lose his cool and Rachel parading herself in front of him made it all worse."I keep warning you, Rachel, but it looks like you just don't want to know your place," Omarion warned and Rachel gulped in fear of not being able to keep a straight face in front of an angry Omarion."Yes….I…" Rachel was a stuttering mess, not able to pull herself together but Omarion was too busy to listen to her stutters. "Everything is going to be alright if you promise to be a good girl, so if you really want to keep your job and your life, keep shut," Omarion warned, and Rachel nodded seeing that the man was not lying a bit and meant every word he was saying. His words were oozing with threat and he sounded so da

Isis walked on the street in one of the oldest neighborhoods in the city and gasped at the scene that had now caught her eyes. She looked at the building apartment that the studio she had rented was said to be on and she felt like running back. The place was filled with drunkards that were displaying their madness outside the building and she saw some people laughing at them and she shook her head not believing what she'd have to deal with for the time being. "I guess I can live here and it doesn't look like people here have access to the internet," Isis said feeling positive since that meant that the people around her would not judge her. It was the perfect place to hide, so for the time being, she would forget about the neighborhood being shabby and focus on herself. She did not need anyone in her business at the moment, so she liked that she would not get nosy neighbors. Isis avoided the drunk men at the entrance and walked into the building. She dragged her bag to the sh