14Nicholas RussellI moved nearer to her with a smirk on my lips.Staring at me like she was astonished on spot, she took a step back but I was quick. My hands snaked around her waist, stabilizing her from falling in tune with the pink flats she was wearing.“Y-You want me to kiss me or it?”She said, referring to the gift only for me to remove the white thread that was sitting on her gorgeous dark hair.“Neither of the above,” I brought the strand to her attention, only for her cheeks to redden.They were pink and had this rosy essence that made me chuckle slightly.“Oh... that, thanks for helping with that.”“Yep.”I muttered, taking steps away from her.“I have to go- I mean we have to go now,” she said, rushing ahead to the rehearsal room’s direction. I went after her that minute.“What now?”The character, acting Declan in Romancing a Spinser muttered in an angry tone. “You’ve been away for the past three months, then you finally show up, city girl? Why... why are you here, I wa
15Nicholas RussellThe Doctor removed his glasses, standing up and walking towards me to place a hand on my shoulder.“…After that,” he continued. “A section of her skull will be removed to access her brain underneath and get to the tumor. Typically, it takes 6 hours to complete and there are risks but in Miss Emma’s case, a skilled neurosurgeon will be performing the surgery due to the complexity and number of years we had to wait for it. It will therefore reduce the possibility of bleeding, infection or any loss of mental functions but we will have to dissuade the use of anesthesia so it’s completely favorable.”“Anesthesia? Isn’t that to relieve pains and induce sleep?”“Yes... but,”I stared at him in disbelief as he said those words, with an apologetic expression. It meant she will have to go through pain. The thought irked me. I wished I could do something.“Impossible!”I banged my hand on the table angrily, staring at the Doctor. Brain tumor? Smears of tears covered my eyes.
16Emma StarrThere was Mrs. Elton from the supermarket. By her side was Morticia and a few familiar faces, Mr. Henry didn’t exclude himself, as he was just right at the front.To my surprise, they brought themselves down here to the hospital making my heart flutter with so much appreciation held in them.“I’m so sorry, Emma. I should have listened to you when you said you couldn’t manage the party. Who knew this was what you meant? Oh, this is so hard to take in...”Mr. Henry sounded sober, bringing out some hanky to clean his eyes. “We agreed not to make her feel sad.”Someone whispered, but I could hear making me smile a bit watching an elderly woman come forward,“Whatever this is, we are fighting it together, Emma, don’t you worry child.”I nodded, as she hugged me in comfort. My hands moved to return the hug, feeling extremely foreign. There was a reason I didn’t want any of them to know about my condition. I didn’t want them to worry so much about me.We were like a family. Any
17Nicholas RussellEmma buried her head in my chest, making me smirk.She wasn’t the kind to be shy thus, making her like this was quite rare. This was cute however, thinking of the fact that she kept something so delicate from me was scary.When the doctor told me those words, it made me feel lost. It reminded me of the familiar feeling that passed my chest when my wife left me... I abhorred every inch of that feeling because there was nothing for me, in it.So painful...Unnerving and heart wrenching...Her yawn brought me from my thoughts. The sun in the bright sky was starting to set. And it looked like it was going to rain anytime soon. Walking with her in the hospital arena wasn’t something I planned.I wanted the opposite of this for her. Especially with knowing that she might not be here soon.“Gosh, I’m so tired.” she said, stretching while I arched a brow at her.“So,” I started, “Will you tell me the reason you kept something big as this from me?”“What was I meant
Nicholas Russell “Hello, yeah, speak.” I took a phone call as I drove the car down Nevada town. “Sir we just spotted your ex-wife in Nevada’s airport, from her coordination she seems to be making her way to you.” One of my movie crew members, said to me leaving me wide-eyed, “What? How’s that, are you... sure about what you saw?” I asked with a fierce grip on the steering wheel bringing Emma’s attention, she stared at me curiously at what was happening. “Yes sir, I thought to inform you so there won’t be surprises.” “Okay, thanks for the information,” I said. “One more thing sir- her luggage it seemed she’ll be staying for a while.” “Really? That’s strange. Thanks for the call, Reuben.” “It’s nothing, sir, one more thing though, she seemed-“ I hung up so I didn’t leave Emma curious any longer. The last thing I needed was her worrying about her state. “Everything okay?” She asked, from her seat only for me to nod a ‘yes’. “Just business call on the movie ratings and some othe
[Skye Canyon, Las Vegas] Nicholas Russell To me, love is hopeless. It’s like waiting for a thousand dead roses to bloom again with slim chances. Almost the same as the thought that no matter what you do, or how long you invest in it, the rose remains dead. Therefore, love is full of lies, deceit, and cheating. Ever since my divorce, that feeling is a no-go area for me. Otherwise, why will I be in bed with three women I felt nothing for? Women who were desperate, too anxious as I slipped a condom around my tool, to fuck the shit out of them. They were actresses seeking roles in my star movie. Pressing one’s boobs, I was currently fingering the other who moaned my name. The third actress bounced her rounded bum on my dick, twirling around it while I slammed into her, without mercy ripping her walls apart. The Queen-sized bed rocked erratically as I thumped into the actress’ cunt with her staring at me desperately, with her mascara-stained eyes which were teary. The other two
Emma Starr “Excuse me?” I let out, wriggling my brows and wondering how many women fell for those lines he just used. Right from when this famous movie producer rented the entire lake, I just felt something in me flip. I mean there could be families willing to come here, only for a condescending billionaire to stop them? All shades of wrong. Here was I, thinking of these, with Nicholas Russell resting his biceps on the kiosk’s surface and tucking his index finger in a cream. I gave an open-mouthed expression as he licked it, staring at his almond-brown hair which was gelled to the back and packed with a hairstring. There was just something about the way his tongue and thin lips, twirled around his finger cause it was a big turn-on. It made me wonder. Did this devil know what he was doing? “You heard me correctly.” he smartly retorted. “I suppose I don’t have to repeat myself, or else you want me too and I might just be doing that in bed, sweetheart.” “W-What bed? Do you think
Emma Starr A brief knock on my door brought me to reality. “Who is it?” I stood up, walking to my doorstep to see an envelope slid under. Narrowing my eyes, I picked it up. It was sealed with a gold stamp and neatly wrapped making me knit my brows as I opened it. “Dear Emma Starr,” It wrote. “We got your application to work as a governess in the Country Club’s house of billionaires. I must say, we were impressed by your outstanding experience and decided to hire you as a manager of our staff. Feel free to begin tomorrow! Yours, Management. I stared blankly standing on my spot entirely shocked. Couldn’t believe I just got a real salary job. “Oh, my goodness... oh my goodness!” I jumped up excitedly, re-reading the letter over and over again. “Thank God! Yes!! Yes, yes, yes!” Little did I know. My life complications began. ------------------------------------------------- Five years later. “My niece is coming back today,” The owner of the country club let out, with pride