"Come on, don't think too much, I am your best friend and I deserve to go first." Jessica leaned in and opened her mouth wide at Blair. Blair was about to put the piece of red velvet cake in her friend's mouth when Aaron grabbed her hand.
"What about me? I am you cousin, give it to me." He tried to take a bite but Jessica pushed him back.
"Don't play your family card here." She warned with narrowed eyes.
"Let them be, just give it to me. I am your boss after all." Raiden wishpered in between Jessica and Aaron's argument causing them both to look at him with a are-you-serious expression.
"On the other note," Jessica started, "I think Raiden should get a chance to be the first to taste the cake, after all he is the oldest one here." She teased.
Raiden rolled his eyes at his sister's comment. "On a second thought, I don't think I want to eat this." Aaron laughed at his pet
“Alright guys, it’s my birthday so my treat.” Blair said cutting the argument between Jessica-Aaron duo and Raiden. Jessica booed at her words, moving her fists in the air as a sign of protest. Aaron leaned back in his chair to prevent Jessica’s hand from hitting him. “Come on Raiden, it was your idea for us to go out and celebrate Blair’s birthday so according to the rules, you have to pay.” Aaron justified his statement by moving his hand in the air making random gestures. Raiden sighed in defeat. It had always been like that. Every time they got together, Aaron and Jessica would team up against him and Blair. Though he acted annoyed, he secretly enjoyed it because he always got to have Blair by his side. Blair felt grateful towards Raiden for his thoughtful action. He never failed to seem perfect in her eyes. His handsome, prince like visuals, responsible nature, dominant aura and sexy brain, everything was just so attractive. She always felt happy being a
Nora Park sat on her desk outside Calvin’s office. She pushed her short hair out of her face and continued to skim through the papers her boss had asked her to double check. Past some days had been very hectic for her as Calvin suddenly became way more workaholic. He came in early and left late because of which she also had to work overtime frequently. “Good afternoon, Nora.” She looked up to see the oldest Cartier heir looking down at her. She stood up and gave him a professional smile. “Good afternoon to you too, sir.” “Calvin is in there?” Denver questioned pointing his thumb towards the cabin. After hearing Nora’s positive response he proceeded to walk towards his brother’s office but stopped when she called him. “I am sorry sir but Mr. Cartier has asked me not to let anyone inside his office.” He frowned at her statement. “Is something wrong with him?” “He keeps on sighing every two minutes, works overtime and doesn’t even
Calvin smiled at Blair’s message. She had asked him to meet for dinner at an Italian restaurant. ‘She probably knows I like Italian.’ He deliberately didn’t text back, this time not because he was angry but because he wanted to surprise her. He made a reservation for two at the same restaurant. He thought of getting her an apology gift, something like a chocolate or maybe flowers but dropped the idea thinking it would be too cliché. He left his car at the empire and asked a driver to drop him off at K.S Law Firm. They could ride together in her car, it would be perfect. He rubbed his stomach a little to calm all the butterflies that had invaded his body. He was feeling giddy as if a teenager going of their first date. He missed her so much. He wanted to make up for all those days he wasted, for all those times he made her cry. The car stopped in front of a huge building located in one of the most expensive areas of the city. Eleven floors, glass windows all over, uni
Blair ran through the corridors of the hospital, bumping into various people on the way. The moment she heard Calvin was stabbed her throat went dry. She couldn’t talk or think straight. All she knew was that she had to be there, with him. Also the way Raiden was panting on the phone it wasn’t hard to assume that he was injured too. “Raiden!” She called out when she saw him leaning on the white wall, wincing in pain. His snow white skin was looking sickly pale and his previously cherry like lips had no colour in them. There was a huge gash on his arm which started from his shoulder and went all the way down to his elbow. His clothes were stained red and the thick material of his clothes made little to no efforts to contain the bleeding. “Raiden, how did this…” She trailed off, unable to complete her words. She had a lot of questions but it was not the time to ask. He needed a doctor. “Let’s get you treated.” She cautiously pulled his other arm. “You should st
Calvin groaned slightly as he tried to open his eyes. The bright light of the hospital was hurting his eyes. He could hear a sweet voice calling out his name. After struggling for a few seconds he finally succeeded in the task. "Mom..." He whispered after seeing Joanne's smiling face on the side. Joanne caressed his hair with fragile hands as if he was a delicate piece of glass. Her heart felt at ease once she saw her son looking at her. Calvin moved his head left and right hoping to see Blair around him. "Mom, where is Blair?" He questioned after noticing her absence. Joanne didn't miss the trail of disappointment in his voice. She smiled at his question. 'Young love.' "She was here the whole night so I sent her home to get some rest. Don't worry, she will be here soon." It didn't take long for Joanne's words to turn in to reality. Blair arrived just as Joanne placed t
Calvin rolled his eyes at Blair's failed attempt to peel an apple. For past 15 minutes she was trying to peel it, which wasn't very successful. His stomach was growling at the sight of the sweet fruit and Blair's poor skills were testing his patience. "You know, apple peels are good for your health. You should just eat it like this." She held up the fruit in front of his face. "No, I don't like the peel." Blair heaved a sigh. He was acting so high maintenance, it was annoying her. She had been so relieved to see him awake but now, seeing his tantrums, she wanted to smack him unconscious again. She once again tried her luck with the knife but this time it ended up slicing her skin. Blair let out a small scream at the sting. Red liquid slowly began appearing from her thumb. Calvin quickly grabbed her palm and observed the little cut. He clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment.
“Neither me, nor my family have anything to do with what happened. You have to trust me!” Raiden scoffed loudly, making sure that the girl noticed his reaction of disbelief. Trusting her was the last thing he would do. He could not put his faith in someone who claimed to be the daughter of a criminal. “Give me one reason why I should trust you.” “You are the only person who knows who I am. No one is aware of the fact that Byron chase has a daughter except for you. I am not lying, you are the only one who can help me, please.” Stephanie begged. She did not care if she sounded desperate. Maybe because she really was. She wanted to get away from Britney, from their house, from the place where she was kept like a prisoner for years. Raiden Kingston was an influential person. The main motive why she revealed herself to him was to make him trust her. Only then would he agree to be on her side. But of course it wasn’t easy to convince him. He was the sharpes
Calvin tried to supress his pain filled moans as he unsuccessfully attempted to get out of his tshirt. Before Blair arrived at the hospital to pick him up, he had already changed out of hospital clothes with the help of a staff. But now, he could not wear the sweatshirt he wanted without dying from pain. Ever since he got married, he had made a habit of not going to bed undressed. The door of their walk in closet opened and Blair walked in. "Are you alright?" She asked with concern. She must have heard his moans. "No, get me a pair of scissors so I can rip this off!" He exclaimed, harshly grabbing on the fabric over his torso. He was already struggling by not being able to use his dominant hand and that stubborn shirt frustrated him even more. Blair walked closer to him and began to lift up his shirt. He grabbed her arms to stop her when the shirt was already half way up through his stomach.