~[CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE]~I quaked. And all the while I stumbled out the space of that office, all of me was to be found juddered. "Oh, Jane" I took in such forced smile on the face of the lady before me, eyes narrowed at my form proceeding out of Kristoffer's office. "I didn't know you were in there" Came those words, and soon, Adalynn had placed all of her focus on me. "You must have met Mrs. Holden, then. A charming one she is" She began. "Although you might beg to differ since she happened to walk in on you, screwing her son" For a split second, I struggled not to give her the reaction she so yearned to get from me, but my lips had without warning parted open at the drop of her words, eyes left gaping on at her form. "Oh I've happened to know for a while, now" That grin of hers which managed to cross that pretty face, was all but sheer terror, one in disguise of a sweet lady. "You didn't think it would arouse suspicion with you always being in his office, when your departmen

~[CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE]~The prying eyes of the crowd was sure to linger on me as I pushed into the space.Some barely concerned, some utterly displaying the discomfort in their eyes while gazing upon me, yet, one thing was sure to remain—I didn't fit into such crowd. Of course I was one to know that, especially since the form of Connie was now storming over to me, all with the rage in her eyes, and the worned out expression which had nothing on that face. And on she came, figure shot towards me, and in the time, the number of people had their gazes now settled on us, I only remained watching the lady."Why are you here?" She dropped flat. It took me everything not to break the gaze of the woman before me. "I thought I had informed you not to step foot here, dear" "Mr Holden invited me" My voice was low, eyes anywhere but hers. "I'm only here for him" I called firmly. The laugh that came tumbling out her lips, had me staring blankly at that profile, gaze beholding the amusement

~[CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE]~Life’s hectic. Believe me.Some days it brought smiles, other days, it pulled confusion, Frustration, utter dejection. I wasn't the weakest, nor was I the strongest, but surely could feel. I could feel weak, hurt, and even now I still was hurt. Now, the reason for that being, I don't know, but I knew how much I hurt—I was hurt that there was nothing more that could happen in what I had found myself crossed in. More hurt that there was nothing I could do about it. Sometimes we find ourselves longing for something, but realize those are just wants of our heart. Utter desires. I could hear the cars honking past my staggering figure, some peeking out their windows, throwing curses my way, but I cared not at this point. Body and mind was exhausted. One might as well run into me. Also, the wild downpour which had decided to come unannounced on a fine New-York evening, right in the middle of March didn't do much in helping matters at all. Form drenched clothes to

~[CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN]~That gaze remained soft the entire time, scanning the area, with a figure from nowhere coming up right next to him. I beheld the sight before me, watching as those forms made their way in. Arms linked in each other’s, figures strolling side by side, I caught a pang in my chest merely by the smile which had crossed the face of the lady who waddled in here with Kristoffer. Maddison. Motioning for her to go first, Kristoffer held back, and in a minute, they were making their way to a table kept a the end of the room. For the love of God! Why were they here? I had sank into into my seat, hands soon reaching for my face, doing everything I could to veil my profile from view. Diego must have noticed the sudden agitation, as his eyes soon paused at me, laced with concern watching as I shook my head profusely, turning the hair Tara had been kind enough to fix for me right before we stepped away from the apartment, into a large mess. "What's going on?" "Nothin

~[CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE]~"I'm a wreck, Tara" I muffled into the body of the girl who had been all attentive to every of my utterance since I stepped foot back into our apartment. Her eyes were fixed on me, eyes portraying a look that said 'uh-huh, tell me about it' I had soon pulled out her arms, at once gaze beholding the stains of mascara splotched here to there on her sweatshirt. The same one she had gotten on one of our wild trips to Cali. "I'm sorry, T" My voice was low, eyes clouded with tears, watching the black stains. "It's alright, Jane" She sighed. "It's probably gonna wash off" "The bleach downstairs will do the job. But that's not the matter at hand" She called at once."Are you saying you happened to find your boss who you're fucking, show up at the restaurant where you were having a date with his friend?" That's one way to put it, Tara. Being all vulgar. "Your life's been spicy lately, Janet Parker" She pulled me even closer to her body, hands stroking my hair.