Willow
The coffee shop is packed.Way more packed than it needs to be on a Sunday afternoon. What happened to church?I’m waiting in the long line, smothered by the litter of other people waiting to be attended to when the ‘baby shark’ song blares through the room.Inwardly, I cringe. Trying my best to bite back the swell of mortification, I pull the roaring device out of my purse, pressing the silence button on the side.Ugh.I make a mental note to change that.And no, I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide I’d love to have the kids tune alert me every time I get a call or notification, but that’s what happens when one looses a bet to Kenzo Wesley. I love my boyfriend, lord knows I do, but in all the years we’ve been together, I’ve lost every single one of our random little bets, forgive me if I’m bitter about how the bastard always wins.People shoot me weird glances, but I shrug them off, moving further up the line. I missed the call, staring at my phone screen, my mouth twists, realizing it was from an unknown number.“Your order, miss?”The cashier drags my attention away. “Oh, a caramel iced coffee to go please.”Just as I’m about to dial the number back, my phone pings with an SMS. Hello Willow,Make your way to room 506, Glazier Hotels. Kenzo has a surprise waiting for you. He needs you there right away. My cheeks warm.Oh, Kenzo. He knows how much I hate surprises, but for some reason, he always wants to make a big deal out of the littlest things. I act like it aggravates me, but deep down, I love how much he cares. And how much effort he always puts into his gestures.I reminds me of the year prior, when we went on our vacation to the Bahamas. He’d said it was nothing, I was complaining so much about how my work had been stressing me out, so he thought we could take a little break. That’s all it was to me, but I ended up coming back home a week later announcing our engagement.My teeth worry my bottom lip. It could be nothing, really. But with Kenzo? Anything is possible. For all I know, the man could have a Priest and an officiant waiting to seal the deal by the time I arrive. I take my order, pay, then make my way out of the busy coffee shop.I have no idea whether or not I should change. It’s been a long day, and it’s barely even three pm. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats and a cropped t-shirt. My hair is piled in a mess of brows curls atop my head. I’m not sure if I want to be caught on camera looking this scraggly. It might be nothing, hell, this might just be an exaggerated booty call. But I’m not willing to risk it. The last thing I need is a scathing call from my dad about how I’m staining his image by letting pictures of me not looking my absolute best touch the headlines.And best believe, they would.Dad is no joke around Boston, his reputation precedes him. Therefore, it preceded my entire family as well. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of the old man’s wrath.That settles it. I’m juggling the items in my hand while walking on the busy street, trying to dig my keys out of my purse. Once I’m in my car, I make my way to the closest high end boutique in sight, opting for a casual fitting dress. I pair the outfit with a simple pearl necklace stored in my glove compartment, one of Kenzo’s expensive gifts to me.I’m giddy, my entire body thrums with excitement. The drive to the hotel isn’t long, half an hour maybe, but in the short minutes, I let my mind wander, my fingers curling around the wheel as I smile to myself.Once I make it to the Hotel entrance, I hand my car off to the valet, impatiently trotting up the concrete steps. I keep an eye out for any loitering cameras, if Kenzo used a third party to get that message to me, the person could have leaked it to the press for all I know, it’s any easy way to make a lot of money. But the coast is clear. Good.Room 506It’s on the seventh floor.The soles of my brand new heels click on the linoleum tiles as I walk across the hallway. You need a key card to grant you access into the rooms, but the door of room 506 is already blinking green, unlocked. I school my features, resting my hand on the doorknob, taking in a deep breath before pushing it open.And then I hear it.I hear them.Her moans carry through the otherwise quiet room, breathy and full of pleasure. My heart drops to my toes.“Fuck, Beth,” Kenzo groans, “You’re so warm. You feel so fucking good.”Beth?My Beth?My steps quieten, I walk further into the room, halting at the sight in front of me. It’s a face full of his bare ass, flexing as he thrusts into her. Her hands tighten on the sheets, legs wrapped tightly around his waist.My best friend and my Fiance. In bed. Together. It takes everything within me not too drop to my knees on the spot.They’re so lost in the pleasure of what they’re doing that they haven’t even noticed me watching them. They’re fucking, enjoying themselves, and it feels like I’ve forgotten how to breathe.“Kenzo!” She moans.I need to get out of here.My feet move on their own, darting back out the way I came. I press a hand to my mouth, trying to muffle the sob that breaks free.It’s hard to believe it, every inch of me wants to refute what I just saw, to deny it, to burn the image out of my memory and never see it again. But I cant, I cant do any of that. I can barely see a thing, my vision blurred with tears as I trudge through the lobby, making my way out of the hotel.How could I have been so stupid? How long has this been going on? How long have they been sleeping together, right under my nose.I’m lost in thought, in grief, not paying attention to where I’m heading till I bump into a wall.No, a person.I stumble back a couple feet, the figure doesn’t even budge. Wiping at my eyes, I mutter out a broken apology, tilting my face to meet the eyes of the person in front of me. I look up… and up, he’s standing at a little over six feet, cold grey eyes already pinned on my tear streaked face.Luciano Roman.WillowThe sight of him sobers me up.He stands immobile, hands shoved in the pockets of his dark slacks. That’s Luciano for you, dressed to the nines in fitted Armani, even while idling the busy streets of Boston on a Sunday afternoon. Something about it has to corners of my lips twisting.I try to move past him, offering another apology, but he gets in my way. Wordlessly shoving himself in between me and my current path.I look up at him, a bite to my voice, “Is there a point to all this?”He’s unbothered, unnaturally calm as his eyes rove over every inch of me, starting at the top of my head, lingering on my face and moving down to the pointed tips of my black heels. “You’re crying.” He states.I scoff, “Oh, you don’t say. I had no idea it was that obvious.” I move to step past him again, but just like before, he blocks my path. I light up like a fuse, all my patience diminished.“What the hell are you doing? Can you let me through?”He doesn’t respond immediately, just patiently
CHAPTER THREEWillowIt’s a blur of designer, expensive jewelry and the finest champagne.I’m getting sick of it all.The fundraiser is packed with people pretending like they actually give two fucks about endangered whales. Yeah they showed up, dropped off fat checks that would never put a dent in the fortunes they owned. But all this is nothing more than another elaborate event held for the multiplication of the money they just let go of.It’s a playground for broker deals.There isn’t any regular in sight. The ball room is flooded with the richest men and women in America, each of them gathered here under the pretence of saving the earth, but only actually bothered about strengthening and spreading out their oil rigs and fuel ports all around the world.“Cheer up, Love.” Kenzo says, his hand settling on my hip, “You might scare the potentials away.”I try not to stiffen, or pull away from the bastards touch. It’s been about three days since the afternoon I caught him fucking my bes
CHAPTER 6I try as much as possible to hide the shock from my face. His intense gray eyes never break away and I understand. He is joking with me. It has to be.I place my hand on my stomach as a laugh erupts from my throat."God, you really got me there, for a second I thought you were being serious," I say to him as I wipe off the imaginary tears.With his hands in his pocket, he still stares at me. I wait for him to say something but he only stared."Are you serious?" I ask, and he only shrugs in response."Why would I marry you?" I ask seriously this time."Because it would also help you," He says before he settles beside me."Are you even listening to yourself?" I ask as I watch him place his hands inside his hair."Yes, Willow, my ears are fine, and my brain is still connected to my mouth, you heard what I said, Marry me," I repeats again.He never seems to stop amazing me."How did you know I was here in the first place? You left just a while ago," I ask and he gives me no repl
The little lights from behind the curtain find their way into my eyes as I open them. I can hear Kenzo's light snoring beside me. Last night was the perfect definition of hectic and not doing a second did I want to spend too morning here.I pull the blanket on my body as I make my way to the bathroom. I had to escape here before he wakes up. If he calls I would tell him I just went for a short vacation but I intend to not come back here for at least a monthI take a quick shower before I dash into the room to start packing up. I just grab a few essentials after I dress up in a black romperI glance one more time at Kenzo before I grab my things. The white platinum card on the white marble beside the table stares back at meI hesitate at first whether or not to take it, but a slight change in position on Kenzo's end makes me dash out of the room with the card in my handsI shove it into the back pocket of my white Gucci bag. Dad would find it an abomination if he finds out that I was d
"Water! Water!" I say in between coughs. Beth handed me the jar beside her and I poured it in my glass cup by myself."Perhaps my question caught you off guard?" He ask and I nod."I will answer that question later but first tell me, how is work?" I ask to distract him."Oh speaking of that," He startsBull's eye!"We will go over to your branch next week, we ought to make sure you are doing a good job there," He says before he bites into his sandwich. He glances at the untouched glass of cranberry before him."For how long?" I ask."Three to four months perhaps, we might leave before the current telecommunication project is over," He says before he leans into his chair."I will be expecting your arrival, and mum how about you?" I ask hoping to drag more time till I am done.By now, I am sure, Beth has already caught on to my plans."The hospital is fine, but of course will be visiting with your father, for support," She says before she glances at him.I think romance died in the nine
I stare out of the window as I drive Beth and I back home. She asked for a ride because her car had apparently broken down."Why did you lie to them?" She asks."I don't know, it was best if it remained that way," I say as I focus my attention on the road."Really? What is going on? You have been distant these past few days, you don't talk to me the way you used to, now you are keeping things from me," she leashes out as I can't help but throw her a dirty glare."Don't you think you have something to tell me?" I ask."What? Why? Since when did I start hiding things from you? I will tell you everything, I will never lie," She says again and I almost want to reach her and slap her face. "Please, save me the strength, I just want to happen to have a temper nowadays after I discovered something," I say and she leans back on the chair."We are here," I announce as we arrive in front of the mansion. I get out of the car and I hand the key to the chauffeur, leaving Beth in the car."Kenzo!
Luciano kicks back his head as the lady beneath him works her magic with her mouth."Sorry," I mutter as I walk out of the office."I told you he was busy," His secretary fumes beside me."He personally called and told me to come," I say to her. "So please, you can return to your work station," I say to her and she shrugs after she turns.His grunts were loud enough for me to hear, I move away from the door as I wait for them to finish up with their business.After two minutes, the lady girl who was giving Luciano a blow job earlier walks out of the office, cleaning her mouth with the money he probably paid her. She glances at me before she leaves."Come in," I hear his voice and I walk in."Busy afternoon, you have," I say as I settle in front of him."If you are jealous you could switch places with the girl that walked out of here," He says as he buttons up his shirt."Have some respect at least before I walk in on your business," I say before I roll my eyes."You could have joined,
WillowThis is bad!This is going to ruin all my plans, and Ashely is on her way here."Why did you lie to me?" He asks as he walks into my apartment."What are you doing here? Late in the night, it's not safe at all," I say.How will I get him out of here before Ashely comes? I could lie about the dress but the wedding dress? I have to find something to do.I grab my phone from the table, my hands tremble as I search for her number. If he finds out, he is going to appear to my parents before me. Worst case scenario he will tell my parents that I am planning an arranged marriage and my parents will never transfer the properties to Luciano's name.I send her a text hoping she would receive it."Come back home with me," He says."No, I can't . I haven't even traveled for work yet," I say."You told me you were out already, why did you lie?" He asks."Because I didn't want a situation like this," I explain."Are you still going? What is wrong with my love? Ever since that party have you