Araceli's Pov
Back in my cramped apartment, I quickly prepared instant noodles as my tummy was void of food. I got comfortable on the couch trying to watch another episode of Love******, but I couldn't as my thought kept drifting to the stranger at the club from last week. I couldn't shake off his gaze. Who was he? What did he doing in a club in the slum? His presence had fueled the ease of my performance, turning my steps into a desperate plea to have his eyes on me only and when he came up on stage, I felt like he had some sort of control over me. I have encountered lots of men while dancing but there's something intriguing about this Mr stranger. He had awakened senses in me that I didn't even know existed. I almost kissed him.I returned the empty plate to the kitchen, dropping it in the sink as I was too tired to wash the dish. I quickly showered, wore an oversized, faded polo, climbed onto my bed and I was out the minute my head touched the pillow.My phone rang, jolting me awake from my sleep. I squnited my eyes at the phone, trying to ignore the brightness of the device. With sleepy eyes, I searched for the caller's ID, It was the doctor. All traces of sleep immediately vanished from my eyes and I clicked the green icon on the screen and held the phone to my ear."Araceli, how are you?""Good morning doctor, I'm fine, what's going on?" I asked wanting to get down to business. Doctor Michael, is the head doctor in charge of my mother's treatment and he only calls when something isn't going as planned. My stomach tightened as I waited for his reply. I heard him take in a deep breathe before he spoke,"Araceli, your mother isn't doing well.""What do you mean, the last time I left, she looked okay.""She was making progress Araceli, but, she is in a bad shape as I speak to you right now.""What do you suggest we do?" Another pause and another sharp intake of breathe before he spoke,"Araceli, you have done enough, I suggest we take her off the life support machine."WHAT"Hell no, there's no way I'm killing my mother.""You are not killing her Araceli, you have done more than any twenty old year can, take a break and focus on your life, go live life a little.""I am not doing that doctor Michael, and you cannot take her off the machine without my consent, else I will sue you and your establishment." Angry tears streamed down my face as I spoke, my emotions were all over the place, I wasn't ready to let go of my mother yet."We need money for her next round of treatment which is due in a week, this will be our best shot at any chance of survival she has left." his voice sounded grave.My eyes found the calendar on my bedside table, and sure enough, I had the date circled in a blue marker.My mother's treatment, the only hope left, required a staggering sum that I couldn't afford. I hung up, the harsh reality crashing down like the curtains on a failed performance.Job hunting wasn't my forte. My resume, adorned with years of ballet and theater, lacked the glint of corporate experience.I freshened up, and got dressed in a black pants, white shirt and a black blazer, nothing elegant but it will have to do for now.After a long morning of having unsuccessful interviews because of my incompetent resume, I trudged on, not wanting to quit now. I may not have a certificate from any University, but I'm sure as hell smart.I stood before a sleek high-rise building, the tall glass building looked like it was mocking me. 'Monolith Cooperations Inc' was boadly emblazoned on the glass at the top of the company. It's the rave of social media, with it's CEO claiming to be anonymous. I let out a snort at that. I would be a fool to apply for this organization, as it's rated top in the city but when have I never been a fool.I was allowed in by the guards when I told them I was here for a job interview. My corporate outfit also made things easy.I stopped at the receiptionist desk"Hi, I'm here for an interview, can..""You are late for the interview." The receptionist, a woman with a perfectly sculpted face and a nametag that read 'Valerie,' looked me up and down with irritation clear on her face.I suddenly felt nervous, I didn't know the company had interviews scheduled for today but I wasn't about to tell her that. I felt my confidence plummet with every passing seconds. "Y-yes?"Valerie raised an eyebrow. "I don't want to waste my time with you, if you are incompetent enough to not stick to a schedule, I'm sure you wouldn't meet the boss's criteria. Do take a seat with the other ladies and wait your turn." She pointed a coffin shaped manicured nails in the direction of where three other ladies sat.She went back to typing on her laptop while I made my way towards the ladies, trying my best to ignore the fact that all three women are impeccably dressed and exuding an air of quiet confidence, waiting patiently in the plush chairs. A suffocating sense of inadequacy threatened to overwhelm me but I pushed it down, my aim for being here stronger than how I felt.The wait felt like an eternity. Finally, a door opened, and the woman strode out. "Next please." The lady called for the fourth time and it was my turn. I stood to my feet, straighting invisible wrinkles with my palm. My sweaty palm.Hesitantly, I entered the opulent office. Fate, it seemed, had a peculiar sense of humor and was mocking me because sitting on a big luxurious black chair behind a massive mahogany desk is the man from the club. On the desk plaque, 'Zayn Vanderbilt, CEO of Monolith Enterprises Inc', was written. He is the CEO of this company, Fu*k me.His face was more prominent and dare I say he was even more imposing in a sharp grey suit that screamed luxury, his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes holding an air of authority that left no room for argument. The black Rolex on his left wrist definitely didn't go unnoticed. All these captivated my attention."Miss are you here for an interview or you want to keep staring at my me?" I snapped back to reality, he looked impatient and bored."I'm sorry Sir." He stretched his hand towards me and I handed my file to him. He fleeked through the document, his eyebrows furrowed in a frown."Do I look like a joke to you?" As he yelled, his voice reverberated through the room. But I was undaunted. He pushed the file towards the edge of his table. "Am I supposed to hand over a job to you based off of this documents here?"Despite the tone of his voice, I refused to be intimidated, he can yell all he wants but I'm not one to back down. He definitely didn't sound like the man who had asked for permission to hold my waist at the club. Guess he doesn't mix business with pleasure.Unfazed, I met his gaze with unyielding determination. "I'm very sorry, sir. I apologize for not meeting your standards, but I can assure you that I am more than capable. There's no one better suited for this job than me."I finished not knowing what position I was fighting for yet.Without a word, he glanced through the open book on his desk, his gaze ever returning to mine but I refused to back down, I am in need of money and this job is my ticket to having that and I would not stop until I have what I wanted."What's your name?""Araceli Sir." He raised his eyebrows at me"Araceli Willson."His eyes danced on the book again"I can't find your name here, when was you interview slated for?"I chewed the inside of my lips before replying"I wasn't aware there's an interview going on here, I just walked in."An expression crossed his face for a second but it was gone before I could comprehend it."So not only are you not qualified for this job, you also don't have an appointment with me. Do you know what position you are applying for?""No sir." I answered honestly.He ran his hand through his thick black hair, his blue eyes glued to my brown ones.I swallowed, my voice strong and audible "I need this job Mr Zayn, and I promise not to disappoint." My mind went blank as I had nothing else to say."Your lack of qualification makes handing this job to you an impossible fit, I suggest that you attempt other companies as I have a set standard for my employees and you are way below that." His voice was cold and almost held cruelty.Feeling, tongue-tied and discouraged, I walked out of the office without bothering to pick the document on the table.When I finally left the building, my head hung low, the rejection echoing in my ears like a closing curtain. Stepping out onto the bustling street, the city lights blurred as I pushed my tears.Back in my apartment, I collapsed onto my bed, tears stinging my eyes. The stark reality of my situation washed over me, leaving me feeling utterly defeated. As I buried my face into the pillow, my tears stained the sheets, carrying with them the weight of a broken dream and the bitter taste of poverty.I only had to wallow in my self-pity session for an hour because my phone dinged as a notification, an email, popped on the screen."Be in my office at 8:00am on Monday morning."WHAT.Aracelli's PovMy feets screaming in protest as I walked around the office in heels, dancing in heels,apparently, isn't the same as working in them for hours.Starting this Monday morning was rough. While Fiona (Zayn's former PA) did a great job getting me acquainted with the basics in just two hours, her training wasn't enough to prepare me for my bosse's incessant yelling.He was so grumpy, arrogant and bossy, "Guess that's why he's the boss Araceli." I joked in my head to keep me from losing my mind.I stopped at the reception desk, Zayn had asked––, scratch that, my boss had ordered me to hand a few documents to Valerie which I'm here to deliver."Hey," I smiled sweetly at her, "Mr Vanderbilt asked me to hand these papers to you, said you would know what to do with them." I placed the paper on the desk, pushing it towards her, she collected them, her eyes shooting daggers at me."Of course I know what to do as some of us have competence in what we do and didn't get this job by sle
Zayn's PovI drove home in anger, not at Araceli, but at myself. Today, from the high rise windows of my office, I had seen her going out with David during lunch break, it had made my jaw tick seeing her with another man and that was absurd to me. I shouldn't be feeling this way. I thought back to my wife, it's been months since I was intimate with my her, she doesn't want me touching her anymore. The fact that I almost kissed Araceli made my inside boil in anger, I had never cheated on Freya during our years of dating and I wasn't about to start now after four years of marriage.I quickly stopped by a flower shop to buy her favourite flowers, a mixture of lily, lavender and other flowers, the arrangement looked beautiful. I also bought a card and once in the comfort of my car, I filled the card with an expression of my love for her. A smile grew on my face as I thought of her reaction to my hand-written card.I parked the car in the garage and handed my briefcase to the butler who w
Aracelli's PovI chewed nevously on my lips as I looked at my outfit in the mirror, the awkward scene between my boss and I still playing in my head, the car had been filled with sexual tension, one can cut it with a knife, and here I am, preparing to face him at work.Today, I was dressed in a black dress that was pleated from my waist down and it stopped at knee length. I paired it with a black blazer and black pump heels. I could pass for someone going to mourn a dead person.My hair was in a loose bun, I let two strands fall freely down the front, though shrinkage was eating at them, preventing me from rocking the length of my hair.I took a cab to the office, my anxiety eating away at me as I got into the elevator.As I stepped out of the elevator, I looked sideways, wanting to make sure the 'coast was clear' before I tiptoed to my office, trying to make as less noise as I could, but my heels made it almost impossible.The sound of a person clearing their throat had my head spinn
Zayn's PovFreya's image, tangled in the arms of another man, burned behind my retinas. How long I stood here, frozen in disbelief, was lost to me. A hand clasped my shoulder, a grounding touch that ripped me from the daze. It was Louis."Hey, you alright?" he asked, concern etched on his face.The question hung in the air, 'Am I okay?' I pondered. My fingers raked through my hair, tugging at the strands as if to dislodge the image that clung to my mind. A tightness constricted my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs, the veins in my neck bulged.I wanted to break something, it had taken a lot of self control not to cause a scene in the bar, I wanted nothing more than to break the man's nose and take her back home with me."Yea, I'm good."Mark looked on, he said nothing but he eyes looked far in thoughts."I'm going to head home now." I shook both their hands, I needed to be alone."Are you sure you are good?" Mark finally found his voice. "I can drive you home."I smiled gratefull
Zayn's PovI stared at her as she opened her mouth but said nothing, my eyes followed the moment of her throat as she swallowed hard.She bent her arms at her back, hiding the pharmacy bag behind her as she took few steps away from me, the sharp click of her heels echoing against the floor."I thought I saw something dart under your car."Her eyes blinked, her long eyelids fluttering rapidly as she did. Liar."Pray tell, what was it you thought you saw?" I took a step towards her and she took one back."A mouse." She blurted.Really?. A smirk danced around my lips as I advanced towards her."A mouse, in my parking lot? Then it seems I need to find new set of janitorial staff. They clearly aren't taking their rodent problem seriously.""No, no, please, don't do that." Her hand shot out from behind her back in a desperate plea, then retreated just as quickly. The bag crinkled as she clutched it tightly. With every step I took towards her, she took another back, until her back was press
Zayn's Pov"My man, where you at?" Caleb's voice boomed from the other end of the phone, he sounded excited. I ignored his use of slangs as I responded."I'm out, why?""Nothing, just that I stopped by your house and you ain't home, it's been a while and I wanted to catch up with my brother."I signed heavily. I have missed Caleb and his usual jokes and pranks. During our family meeting three months ago, he had said he was going on a business trip and would be away for a few months.I am enjoying my time with Araceli and didn't want to end it, but I have also missed my brother. Her gaze was focused on the lake, while she chewed on a slice of pizza."Wait for me bro, I will be home soon." "No problem, I will make myself comfortable and at home."I rubbed my temples with my fingers, "Don't go close to my bottles of henri jayer richebourg Caleb.""I would never." I can imagine him placing a palm on his chest as he swore not to do something I'm sure he has already done. I rolled my eyes
Zayn's PovI didn't talk much about Freya to Caleb, I only hinted at him my suspicions of her cheating and me still being in the dark of who her partner is.He was clearly intoxicated, slurring his words, and in no state for a serious conversation.Honestly, even if he were sober, I wasn't sure I was ready to fully voice my concerns about my wife's possible infidelity, I didn't feel comfortable talking about it.It's been two weeks since that conversation with Caleb and I haven't spoken to Araceli.All I have done is yell out orders to her, send her emails to attend to and contracts to look into.She had knocked on my door on the first day, a smile on her face as she walked in. I could tell she felt more comfortable around me because of the time we spent together the previous night at my property. Her eyebrows had raised a noticeable arch at my tone while addressing her, she had seem confused at first, but had quickly adjusted to my behaviour. I have to admit I was surprised with how
Araceli's PovI crossed my arms under my boobs as I stared at the man on the chair, his devilishly handsome face sat in a slight smirk, his hair was a bit tousled, he was still clothed in the suit he had wore to the office. His eyes held mine as I glared at him, how dare him show his face here? For two weeks, he has treated me with nothing but comtempt and anger, it was like the night we spent together didn't mean anything to him, I knew it was just dinner and a night of fun, but i had thought we made a little progress with our friendship.I swallowed heavily my throat weighed with the heavy feeling of anger and pain. The night we spent at his property had meant a lot to me and I had thought that it meant something to him too.Aside anger, I also felt a longing to seat on his thighs, run my hand through his hair, know what is on his mind, and the reason he had blocked me out.I wanted to know him, even more, I desired to know this mysterious man, to truly know all of him.I cleared m