"Gard?" I call down the little hallway that leads to her kitchen.
She pokes her head out the door, her bun bobbing to and fro atop her head. I swear I have to bite back a smile at the sight before I tell her, "I'm going to go park my car in the basement's parking, yeah? I kind of just parked outside when I came, but I better park it somewhere safe now that I'm staying the night."
"Okay," she quips, before disappearing into the kitchen again.
I don't think I need to describe just how much her bun bobs again-- at every movement she makes.
I finally let slip a laugh, making my way out of her apartment and to the parking lot. The complex where Gard lives is, to be honest, pretty basic. I know the rent parameter might be why she chooses to live her, but then this place is pretty much like a five minute drive from my office, so that might also be a reason why she lives in such a cramped place. I'm pretty sure there's just one bedroom in her apartmen
My heart is still pounding in my chest. Almost as fast as a damned jackhammer.I blow a long breath out of my mouth, depositing my platein the sink and hunching over to lean on the counter. I can't believe those scenes started playing in the movies when Gerrard Southerford was sitting right next to me. All those hot and heavy moans, all those erotic whispers, those sounds... I swear my vagina is still singing a heartbeat to me, even now after I fled the living room.The night from Gerrard's house flashes in my mind for a quick second, when I'd walked in on him without his towel. My pulse beats wildly at the recollection.God, this man might just be the death of me...I pour myself a glass of water quickly, and gulp it down like I just ran a marathon. But how is it my fault that my throat feels parched all of a sudden?Tucking a loose strand of my hair behind an ear, I make my way out of th
Gard had a boyfriend.Three years ago… but still,could he be the one who sent me that text?’Stay away from Priscilla’…Thisa shot in the dark, if I’m being honest, but it’s something. Because if someone got the impression that Gard and I are together, and sent me such a text, then it’s got to be somebody who’d rather be in my place.And only someone who likes her or wants to be with her would do something like this.For example— an ex-boyfriend.I rub my beard slowly, thinking.If it was only about the first message Ireceived, the ex-boyfriend explanation would make sense. But the second text message... it was a clear, obvious threat. Point blank. And unless her ex is a sociopath...It can't be him...I bunch my lips together, thinking harder. Because if it isn't some past lover of hers, then who
Gerrard Southerford is the most confusing man I've ever met. Ever. Like, even the guys at school weren't so hot and cold.This man, though,surpasses all of those idiots.As I make my way out of his room with absolutely no idea where to go, because I don't have a room of my own and he just kicked me out of his, his words play in my mind like a loop on repeat. 'Do you have a boyfriend, Gard?'The fuck?I swear this man has been trespassing the invisible boundary of our employer-employee relationship since day one, and then when just a bit of hope blossoms in my chest because of the shit he pulls on me, he goes ahead and douses even the last flame of that flimsy hope that I dare to feel. Like, why did he have to ask me why I laughed when I asked him about Bru and Keith in his car?Because if he hadn't, I never would have had to answer and tell him that I didn't like seeing him with his PA
The party is in full swing.We're on the rooftop-- the deck, to be exact, where the lighting's dim and flashy. It's blaring pink on one face then shifts to green on some other face, shining yellow on the mob of dancing bodies somewhere in the center of the makeshift dancefloor, but I? I'm just standing off to the side with my brother, a red solo cup of tea in my hands.Keith, on the other hand, sips on his red solo cup of coffee.What can we say?We learned from our father the hard way that alcohol never does anybody any good.A few people have asked me to join in on the fun-- dance with them, play pong with them, drink and go bottoms up with them, but I find I can’t be swayed from my spot in this random corner of the deck. And that’s because mentally, I’m not even here.I’m back in my office, sitting in my chair in shock as Gard tells me she’s Ruben’s date to his family dinner. The si
I’ve only been dancing with Ruben for like five minutes-- but when I look ahead, over his shoulder, I see none other than Gerrard Southerford dancing with a woman in a tight as fuck red latex dress, his hands trailing so low on her waist that they’re pretty much grazing her ass. Shock grips me, to the point where I almost stop dancing. She has her arms around Gerrard's neck, her body pressed flushed against his, grinding her pelvis on his thigh as they sway raunchily. I watch them, transfixed, unable to get my eyes off of Gerrard's when he leans in, close to the slut's ear and whispers something. I swear my heart feels like someone's broken past my ribs to squeeze the shit out of it at this point, because that's how much it hurts to watch him with some other woman like this. I don't realise when it is exactly that I stop dancing-- all I know is that I break Gerrard's cruel gaze to stare at my feet instead, only
I think I’ve taken it too far. We’re driving down the Six, on our way to my Ma's house, the drive kind of long from the office. But it didn’t turn out like Ithought it would, or rather, hoped it would, because Gard’s sitting in the frickingbackseat,for fuck's sake. I sigh quietly, glancing at her through the rear view mirror once. But just like last time, she’s staring out the window. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, because this is really not how I’d imagined the car ride to go. I’d thought Gard will ride with me, in the front. But when this other girl, Hannah, slid into the passenger seat instead, Gard didn’t do a thing. A thing. Just stared at me like I was responsible for this. Like, the fuck? It’s so frustrating to see that after that moment we had in the lift, after everythingthat's happened between us, she's never tried to... stand u
"Actually, Ms. Southerford,” Ruben says out of the blue, making every person swiveltheir headshis way. He pushes that hoeforward by a step."This is Gerrard's guest. Priscilla is with me."I know Ruben said the wrong thing when Gerrard’s eyes practically glow with fury. “They bothare with me, Ma. That’s Hannah. You see, the person she came to the office party with left her for someone else, so I decided to tag her along.”Ms. Southerford beams. “That wasso sweet of you, honey. Now,come bring your date insid-”“Actually, my sweet,” Smith interrupts, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Ruben’s quite right. I, myself, took it upon me to invite Priscilla to our family dinner, as Ruben’s date, no less. You know how lonely he gets on family nights.”I don’t know if my eyes are weak or the dark’
This bitch Hannah has been giving me the biggest of signals that she’s interestedsince this night began. But I don’t know what I have to do to get it through her dumb brain that I— am not interested.When absolutely none of my silent treatment thing made her budge, she flung a whole spoon of ice-cream on me. I sawher do it.“Oh, no, babe!” She mocks me, so loudly that everyone at the table hears her. I could literally throw her out of the house right now. “Your pants are ruined!”Yeah? Like I just couldn’t see it.She moves to pick that scoop of ice cream she threw on my goddamn zipper, but her moves are so sluttyon my trousers that I don’t think I need to explain just how inappropriate this is at a fucking dinner table.I push my chair back hard and get up, the ice cream dripping down my pants. The a