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Sitting in an almost trance–like state, Emerald stared unblinkingly at the light purple card she held so dearly in her hands. Her gaze shifted to the purple coloured flowers lying vibrantly on her office desk as her delicate fingers brushed softly against the intricate designs on the wonderfully scented card.
Thinking back to the numerous amount of cards which laid haphazardly in the drawer of her nightstand, a beautiful smile graced her face. Today marked the fifteenth day Jordan had been sending her flowers, cards and really delectable meals and she had to admit that it had now become a norm for her to the point where her heart never failed to thud with anticipation at the start of each day as she always timed the arrival of the deliveries.
Letting her eyes come to focus on the view of the flowers, Emerald allowed the surprise and awe she truly felt to show on her face. Since the first day where Jord
A/N: The name, Superiority Burgers, which is the restaurant opposite Emerald's Therapy place and its owner have been changed for copyright reasons. The new names are now Debonair Burgers owned by Sebastian Novak. Decided to state this in case I omitted editing that part out on some apps. Laramie❤️.
Moving around his closet while humming a tune with a wide smile on his face, Jordan absentmindedly looked through his rows and rows of clothes for what to wear for the day's occasion he had been invited to, while also reminiscing about the letter he had received from Emerald previously.A mirthful chuckle escaped his lips as he thought back to how she had tried to hide her concern for him by ‘strictly’ shunning him from delivering more flowers and cards to her. He knew that by now, her apartment and office would be looking like a garden or greenhouse but if that would earn him her speedy forgiveness, then he wouldn't back down at all, not even in the face of an allergy he never knew he had until that day.Jordan was happy, sincerely happy and for the first time, he actually allowed himself to bask in the happiness the thoughts of her gave him. Suddenly missing those bottomless emerald eyes of hers, Jordan dove into his closet to
“Auntie, I really love your hair.” From amidst all the little voices that surrounded her, vying for her attention, Emerald could make out the petite voice of a little girl. Before she could turn around to see and thank the owner of the little voice, she stopped short when she felt a light, feather-like touch on her hair. With a suppressed grin on her face, Emerald decided to pay no attention to the soft fingers coursing stealthily through her strands as she continued to chat animatedly with the energetic kids around her, trying all her best to give them all equal and undivided attention, albeit that task was proving to be a tad difficult. Few minutes and a earful of Disney princesses talks and Marvel characters rants later, the hesitant fingers of the little girl had turned more intrepid as she literally ran her hands through Emerald's golden locks and all Emerald could do was mentally thank Oriana for the half up
Jordan heaved a sigh for the umpteenth time tonight as his eyes continued to survey the mass of guests, his chocolate orbs persistently searching for her familiar figure hiding somewhere in the crowd, but to no avail. It was like she had disappeared into thin air since he had approached her at the kids area.Jordan face–palmed, internally scolding himself for approaching her in such manner. Knowing how Emerald was, she had probably thought of the use of that title on her as absurd and for all anyone knew, she could have receded and be on her way home at the moment. Jordan's eyes had been following her since she had excused herself from the incessant kids plaguing her to spill the beans on the existence of her supposed ‘boyfriend’.He had seen her talking to his sister, Carol and even stealing a few curious glances his way, indicating that somewhere in their discussion, his name had been brought up. But, when he had th
An apartment that was usually drowned in darkness and discomforting silence was now bedazzling in rays of the white lights streaming from the ceiling as soft music wafted from Emerald's boom box and echoed round the entire house, loud enough to chase away all whispers of muteness.Completely acting in contrary to what she would normally do, Emerald had turned on all the lights in the ground floor of the apartment, ranging from the ones in the living room to the ones in the kitchen and down the hallway till up the stairs. She had also gone further to patronise Spotify, rather than basking in the quietude she usually craved.Ever since Jordan had left — or rather, ever since she had told him to leave — Emerald had become irritated with the same silence and darkness she usually couldn't do without. Whenever she stayed in a dark and quiet place for a little while, her ears would start to zing in the silence and for some reason, now,
“Are you sure this dress isn't too extravagant? He did say to dress comfortable,” Emerald grimaced subtly, moving her palms over the fabric of the dress her friend had chosen for her. “And to dress comfortable to you means a pair of sweatpants and tank tops, isn't it?” Oriana mocked, snorting as she rummaged through Emerald's shoe shelf. “Leave it to Emerald Pearce to wear sweatpants or a suit to a dinner date,” she laughed, dodging the white pillow Emerald threw at her. Oriana couldn't believe that her best friend had actually changed all of her dark and gloomy bedspreads and comforters into bright coloured ones — well, not technically bright coloured, just white, but it was a huge step out of the darkness for her. She had also changed her thick velvet curtains, which had always stood as an hindrance to the penetration of the beautiful rays of sunlight and now, as Oriana helped her get ready for her date, sh
Serene and remote.Those were the first words that sprung up in Emerald's head as soon as her green eyes had taken in the sight of the building standing before her. Since they had departed from her apartment — after Emerald had being very embarrassed to find someone else sitting patiently in the driver's seat while they had shamelessly displayed their affection for each other — Emerald had been constantly asking Jordan where they were going to, but he had stubbornly refused to utter a word.When the ride seemed to get farther and farther away, taking more days to reach — in Emerald's perspective — she had continued pestering him but he had only shut her up with a kiss everytime she opened her mouth to ask again. Emerald had to admit that she had continued to ask him just to get more of his kisses.Now that they had finally arrived at their destination, Emerald couldn't keep her lips
“Oh come on, Mera. I'm trying to help you out here but you're making it very difficult for me to. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you to spend more time with him like I'm very certain you want to. Or am I wrong?”Emerald sighed and bent forward to lean her elbows on the cool metal of the high balcony banister. A call from Oriana had interrupted she and Jordan's conversation and to give her some privacy, Jordan had cleared the table and had left to bring their desserts while Emerald spoke to Oriana.Her friend had called to inform her of her plans to spend the night over at Amari's high-end penthouse suite — one of the perks of being the personal assistant to one of the richest billionaires in America — alongside Aubrey.They had hoped to invite Emerald as well but later decided against it and instead, chose to let her enjoy her first ever real date. Oriana ca
This chapter is dedicated to Samira Mashni. Thank you very much for your comments and support, ma'am. ▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ The irritating sound of a phone ringing weaved its way into Jordan's dreamless sleep, chasing away the darkness that had cloaked his mind. Jordan's eyelids flew open with a start, before immediately shutting again at the sight of the blinding lights coming from the half-risen sun outside the glass door leading to his personal balcony. With a loud groan, Jordan placed an arm over his eyes in attempts to block out some of the light from the balcony as the irksome phosphene danced in circles behind his closed eyelids. He let out a sigh when his phone went silent and the peace and serenity of his room was finally restored, but only momentarily before his ringtone went off again. The caller seemed persistent. Irritated by the lights and noise and perhaps, everything in sight, Jordan a