Dorthy was too excited about this Alonso and Astor marriage, which I couldn’t comprehend. Sure, it was a high-profile, celebrity wedding, perhaps the wedding of the century, yet her teenage girl-like manner was only intensifying my headache. It had become a part of her routine to call me every night before going to bed just so she could eat my ears and head. She demanded every little detail about this wedding, from decoration to the guest list, which I wasn’t sure about yet as my clients were lately indifferent.Gavin didn’t give any thought to this wedding. He confirmed this fact by his imprudent attitude the day we met in the farmhouse. He was more into talking with me than thinking or taking part in the wedding discussion. So, I figured out it had to be the bride, Celine, who was going to help me with everything. She was excited and said numerous times that she couldn’t wait to get married in this place, but she looked like her excitement had disappeared somewhere.Following our vi
“What are you going to do now?” Dean asked me once I entered the warehouse to check on the human being sitting on the chair with an open mouth while Dean tied his entire body up to the chair.He was the same man I saw yesterday holding a baby. The one Lauren ran to in the middle of the conversation we were having. My heart was telling me to slap him to death or to punch him right in the face. That would be an excellent lesson for him. A man with a damaged face was unable to do the magic on a woman that his striking features could do.“Who was he to Lauren?” was still a question that I kept thinking about.There was a baby, their baby, his and Lauren’s. Suddenly, I was more interested in knowing what relationship he had with Lauren than beating him to death. What was the situation when these two crossed the path that led to love leading to marriage? The bastard was sleeping; he was in a deep doze. The one thing that I wished to do at this moment was waking him up to ask questions about
“Welcome to the world,” I said in a heavy voice in order to hide my identity. I was having serious doubts about whether I should reveal my face to this man or not. He could pay a visit to any nearby police station after I was over with him and file a complaint about me.That would be unnecessary trouble since Celine was going to eat me alive if she found out what my actual intention was behind kidnapping this man. She would forget all the bloody dreams she had in her heart about this marriage. The only thing that would matter to her would join her name with mine. For sure, she would drag me to the courthouse by my shirt collar for me to say the two words that had the power to latch me to her for life.I shook my head in horror. That would be worse than anything that has happened to me in this life. It was the nightmare that held the power to ruin my present and future. It would be a crime to jump into the firepit knowing that it would burn me if I wasn’t careful. I wasn’t that fooled
I was working my ass off at the wedding venue when a car stopped in the driveway. At first, I didn’t give enough attention to seeing who was my guest; I was already in the middle of an argument with the florist, who promised me they could arrange lilies even when it wasn’t the season. It was last night when one of my staff called to inform me that there were no lilies on the list that she got from the florist. I would have dialed the florist’s number that very moment, but I failed to do that. I should have, but I couldn’t, not when your child was weeping along with shrieking, which was frightening enough for the mother in me.Although Joy had a fever, from the last she was crying, refusing to eat food, and drinking water. Although she wasn’t crying or roaring like a lion this morning, I just couldn’t leave her alone with any stranger. So, here she was with me, sleeping quietly on my chest in the baby carrier.This was the first time I took Joy with me to work. Dorthy had a problem wit
“I want to talk to you.” Gavin stopped my path by blocking it.The little chit-chat I had with Celine was concluded following her announcement of the good news. They were expecting. Gavin Astor and Celine Alonso were on their way to embrace parenthood. I didn’t speak much, or should I say words didn’t come out of my mouth, or should I say my brain completely zoned out after hearing the joyful news? Which one to choose? Well, that was a brilliant question indeed, but for me, that would be only a waste of time.Coming back to Gavin’s life or allowing him to be a part of my life once again would be one of the foolish decisions to take, which I wasn’t planning to do in any way. I learned a pretty solid lesson from my past and didn’t plan to make the same mistake once again.I avoided Gavin as much as I could, and I’d grown suspicious of him in the last half hour. What I left here for him to say? He had already impregnated his former lover; they were getting married in the next ten days; a
“You aren’t picking up my calls. Is there anything wrong?” Dad asked me.“Nothing. I wasn’t in the mood to hear the same story again and again. That was all.” I signed the last page of the document that Lily gave me this morning.The only task my father could think of these days was how to break up this wedding, or should I say, how to rescue your son from the woman you hated. It had nothing to do with me but more with his taste. I couldn’t recall a moment where my father had shown any sort of affection to Celine or given his consent to our friendship.My Dad was friends with Celine’s family for more than two decades. The two families shared a tight-knit sort of relationship even before I came into this world. My dad saw this girl from the moment she was born until now. My father, surprisingly, saw this girl at each stage of her life. At this rate, anyone would have fallen in love with that kid, not just my father.He was affectionate with Celine when she was a kid, but that affection
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I heard a male voice screaming as soon as I set foot inside the house. “Did you fucking lose your mind?”“Perhaps I did. Why the hell do you care? Whatever I am doing is my business. I don’t see why you are getting so hyped up about the entire thing. Relax, dude, and let me do my job.”And that was my future wife, Celine’s, voice. So the male voice that I was thinking was coming from the TV was wrong. It was my friend Dean who was screaming at Celine like a caveman. I didn’t think much or ask myself a thousand questions like what he was doing here alone with Celine. Were they still sleeping together? Blah blah blah. What was the point of all these questions when there would be no clarity?I went through this once, and this time I was tired as fuck. Even if these two were sleeping all over California or fucking in this house, I wouldn’t give a damn.They were in the living room; I was able to see them from the main gate of the house, but nothing when
After I took this wedding project in hand, Dorthy was all over me, however, she was more affectionate with me, which was a rare scenario to watch when it came to this heatless money-earning machine. She showered me with all sorts of facilities, from food to a car. The one car that she assigned for me, so I could reach the wedding venue, which was an hour from my hotel. It was a gracious gesture from her, especially since with Joy I really needed something more than the bus.Every morning the car arrived at my hotel sharp at 9. This morning was usual too, despite that, there was an oddity in everything. I was enjoying the morning in California like always, when the car stopped at the traffic light, that was when a human being stood a few feet away from me. The man was all covered in black; a black hoodie, cap, and pants, and there was a woman with him. I knew it was my sister Ashlee.Although I figured out the female, I was having a hard time seeing who her friend was however; I had an