She didn't know how to swim. That didn't surprise me at all. She didn't know how to swim yet she had boldly walked to the pool. I sort to correct that. I wanted her to learn to fight incase an incident of what her uncle did or what Isadora did happened again, I was added swimming to the list, she needed to learn how to swim.Her hands were tangled behind my neck, I could feel her breath gently caress my neck and the same smell of raspberry tingled my nose hairs. She liked raspberries huh? Or was it just another shampoo she used?Immediately we got inside the house we unexpectedly ran into my two siblings. The look on their faces telling me that they weren't in the least bit happy with my choice in a partner. And that's the thing with having a wealthy family, they all expected that you'd flow what stereotypes said. If you were rich then marry a girl from a rich family and if you were poor then marry a girl from your same criteria."Evening,"I greeted them taking the stairs with Eleanor
"You did well. I have never seen her so quiet in my life,"Niklaus chuckled his eyes on the road ahead.I had never had a good laugh with him and it felt nice for once. The dinner went on well, Ms Drizella hadn't tried to utter another word against me while Mario had made a rather shocking remark discreetly which was 'I hope you make my brother happy, he deserves it. I haven't seen him smile for a long time'That statement and his concern for his brother made me look at Mario in a different light. Yes he was a playboy, a major playboy infact, but maybe that was a cover for his dysfunctional family. For how messed up he was. I had learnt a thing or two from the Rogers. Jenna Rogers was still the same kind woman who had hired me despite of not having any work experience.And now, she was even nice to me having learnt of me being her son's girlfriend."What can I say, two years of staying with her and I have learnt a thing or two,"I stared outside the window my eyes going wide after seein
"Do you think I'm grumpy?" I asked Blaze the first thing I got in the office for the meeting about the finalisation of the Mill project."What?" Blaze questioned unamused."Forget about it. Eleanor said it and she sort of messed me up"Braulio. That I resembled a certain character from a Spanish telenovela who was always grumpy, put himself above his family, not to mention hit his own wife and son, loved a woman he couldn't have and would kill just to protect his La Donna. We were nothing alike, although Eleanor insisted on comparing me to him. That Mrs Chang was right and had a valid reason for calling me Braulio."Since when did you listen to her, man? Wait. Don't tell me- are you? Do you love her?""No...she said something and it bothered me do you have to draw your irrational conclusions everytime I bring her up?""Well,I'm just saying. You want her to love you not the other way around, she's Gregory's daughter, the sharpest arrow in his the quiver. His real daughter. You can marr
"I have zero experience but I promise you the dogs will warm up to me,"I smiled walking around the dog pound."As you can see here, Omar doesn't just bring the dogs here to be mistreated or anything. Some of these dogs are strays, some abandoned by their owners, others thrown to the street to fend for themselves. What we do here, is we nurse them to health and get them adopted,"Carl said walking me around everything at the center.There was the nursing room where Fridah the vet took a look at the dogs brought in by Omar the dog catcher then there was the grooming room where Hellen trained the dogs to act properly and from there it was to the cages where the dogs played with their toys until someone came and adopted them."What happens to the ones not adopted?" I asked concernedly staring at the golden retriever in cage fifty five, all sad and alone."We simply raise a fundraiser to give them up for adoption. For free ofcourse,"he added.I could really fit in here. It really seemed lik
The kiss was gentle and at the same time demanding. I could taste his mouthwash and inhale his masculine scent by having him so close. I guess I got carried away. Carried away by the fact that his hands roamed my body, carried away by the fact that just when I thought he was done, that he was parting from me, he grabbed hold of my upper lip simultaneously letting go and grabbing hold of my bottom lip.Like a dazed woman I got deeper into the kiss letting him gain entry into my mouth. For a while there, it was me and him. Something so impossible and yet true. It felt like it was me and him in the room. The illusion of our hearts beating rapidly blinded me not to let go, only after parting from the kiss and seeing his eyes did I realize it was all for show.Our foreheads rested on each other, our noses almost touched as the lights from the cameras flashed between us. Parting from the embrace, he grabbed hold of my hand protecting me from the gnarly questions the paparazzi had.When is th
I always had the same dream, well not the same dream every night but somehow everytime I dreamt I would always end up at the same carnival, out of breath looking around helplessly like a kid lost and couldn't find her parents."I'll hold you tight and I will never let go" The same words rang only his words were lies. He would always let go of my hand and again I would end up once again lost amongst the people like a pebble being pushed around.Today on the other hand, something new emerged in my dream, someone's hand. A bigger hand than mine trying to reach me. Trying to call me to him and when I finally got hold of his hand, a voice pulled me away from him. Away from the carnival. Away from my dream."Ms Eleanor! Ms Eleanor!" Martin banged on my door and I groaned rubbing my eyes.Opening my left eye, I peered at the alarm clock on my nightstand. 9:06 am. Why would Martin wake me up that early in the morning? Which was ironic because all my life, I would be up at seven a.m running a
"Would you calm down please? Everyone's worried so quit acting like you are the only one here that's affected by everything,"Blaze said,"and plus that girl didn't deserve being treated like that"Calm down, sure. It was easy for him to say. Unlike him everything solely depended on me. Mario couldn't handle such an issue, Drizella on the other hand never worked well under pressure that's why I had called Blaze to help me fix the matter. Only Blaze instead of doing the actual freaking job, he was out here trying to act like a saint.They all knew Daniel Harman. They all knew how in a matter of seconds he would drown a steady ship. Rogers Co's reputation wasn't going to be tainted simply because there was a snitch among us. I wouldn't let my father's company be dragged to the mud. One simple accusation like 'stealing someone else designs' would ruin us. Our clients would want to withdraw from the ongoing projects and ultimately we would end up bankrupt.I tried looking at everything, tri
I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't cry infront of his building that would only give him pleasure. The thought of going back to his home and packing my clothes came to mind. But wouldn't that make me seem guilty?As if I was running away? Which is why, even though I clearly didn't think anything through. Minutes later I was seating on a stool in some bar called Cougars staring at the tinsy cylindrical glass. I never drunk alcohol before, partly because I was a wuss who never dared to go and try new things and secondly because having seen Uncle Mike's addiction had traumatized me."First timer huh?" The blonde bartender asked and I slowly lifted my head to meet his eyes."Is it that obvious?" I asked and he swung the rag so gracefully wiping the clearly clean glass.With a short answer like 'pretty much' he went back to his job serving the girl seated next to me. The thing about bartenders, they had a way of looking hot without even trying, the drool worthy smile, the shirt ripping muscles, God