"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
Bar fights. I never got into bar fights before and now, I had left a man half dead in some bar downtown. It didn't matter though, I would have killed him right there and then if he so much as laid another finger on her.I suppose that's how it worked. Even back then I was always her guardian angel, her protective big brother and she, my little sister. Except the Isabella I knew had grown up, had no recollections of us and was even more stubborn than before.Immediately Cam opened the gates to my mansion, I steadily drove around, parking my car infront of the house. Looking at her, sleeping so peacefully while snuggling my jacket closely to her body made me smile rather than be mad that she plainly denied of knowing me. She was mad that much I had figured and I suppose in one way or another her anger was justified.I had not only let my anger and stress on her but also told her to leave. At that point, I didn't know whether I was telling her to leave my life or my company. I got out o
Ever been ran over by a snowplow and suddenly came back to life or better yet ever been operated on without anesthesia. Of course none of these things ever happened to me rather it was the same intense pain that hit my head that had me thinking about those experiences I had heard of hangovers but no one, absolutely no one warned me of how intense they were. My head throbbed and I winced in pain waking up and resting my back on the headboard."You are awake, finally. Here, have this,"Chica stood infront of me, a glass of water in hand and what I would presume to be pills to kill the headache.I took the glass off her hands, taking the meds and trying to remember what happened the previous night. There was a lot of alcohol involved for sure last night, a hot blonde bartender, a couple of hookers dancing on poles and lastly, a brawl. A brawl that involved an angry Niklaus Rogers on top of another drunk man hitting the living daylights out of him.I couldn't recall much after that but on