Finding Closure

chapter twoFirst approach Hazel's povOkay, not what you might be thinking, though. A few seconds later, I returned from my shock, with my appetite gone. That message is the last thing I expected to see just yet. Not this woman again. I peak at the message again, and multiple thoughts and scenarios fill my mind. I am not ready to meet with Andrea; that's a known fact. The unknown fact is I am not even prepared to hear from her not to talk more about meeting with her. How did I go from bad to worse in the space of a second?Maybe it's the caffeine in my veins or Maia's words in my head, but I finally see some truth and an escape in all of this. Maia is right. I can't possibly call quit everything I've worked for all my life. It only takes one step to begin the journey of a thousand miles, they say. And I'm going to have to take my first step. I only pray it's in the right direction.I've been sitting for exactly twenty-five minutes, and I kno

Chapter fourIntrigued Andrea's povMy recollections are tinged with supreme scorn. I swear in my life, I would never make a mistake like Hazel again. In the light of getting past my awful memory with Hazel, I throw my half-eaten sandwich into the trashcan beside my desk. That's where such memories belong. It had been a boy’s mistake. I reminded myself wryly. I am now, by far, less ignorant about the nature of the female sex. I'd never lavished my wealth on a woman who isn't more excited by my money than by anything else I have to offer. A satisfied smile broke out on my face and loosened the hard line of my wide, expressive mouth when my mind wanders off to my current lover, a gorgeous French fashion model who went to great lengths to please me in bed and out of it. And all without the fatal suffocating commitment of rings or nagging or noisy kids attached. What was not there to like? I was indeed an extremely generous lover but what was money for but enjoyment when you had as m

CHAPTER SIXintentionsAndrea's povI can't for the life of me figure out what possessed me to step in her path.Her auburn tresses tumbled about her face like curtails, her attention solely on something in her hands, I'll recognize that luscious figure anywhere.She was so distracted that she did not pay attention to where she was going. I purposely placed myself in her line of walk and stopped moving knowing fully well she would bump into me. She was dressed in a grey V-neck Bodycon dress that hugged all her full figure and my eyes had been glued to her hourglass shape; a small waist and her round ass that was sporting a really tight skirt from the moment I saw her.The instant her body hit me, I almost smiled, it was crazy the reaction my body had to that proximity. I watched the look on her face change from shock to embarrassment to heat.A mirror of my own feelings I might add. She always does this to me, mess up my thinking and control my train of thoughts. I was drowning in

Chapter eightAndrea's POVNatalie was out with someone yesterday, I thought she said it was an after shoot party. When I got to the restaurant she was sitting inside alone, the restaurateur recognized me immediately and I stepped into the building. He gave me her purse and coat.He is the reason I know for a fact she was not with a team, she was in fact dining with someone. "A young lady, you just missed her, she called for a designated driver to take her home. Poor thing was too drunk to drive herself home." Mr Dante said to me as he helped me drag a very wasted Natalie to my car.Natalie is a very levelheaded lady, one of the many reasons I have entertained her company for so long.She is a stickler to rules, hardly does anything gossip worthy. Imagine my surprise when she drunk dialed me yesterday professing her feelings over the phone.Was that the alcohol talking? BullshitI know for a fact that moist times alcohol makes one truthful. When did those feelings start? And just h