A PACT TO LOVE

As I stepped into the dull lightened bar, the heavy scent of alcohol mingled with hushed conversations going on in every corner made it rowdy and I desperately needed a drink, and the anonymity of this place offered a temporary escape from reality. I took a seat on a worn-out stool, feeling a mix of loneliness and longing.“My usual please,” I said to James who worked as the bartender in the club.“Hey Bails, I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?” He asks in his what I have always assumed to be an Irish accent. James was a charming guy with loads of tattoos on his body and face, it took me a while to get used to seeing him without being frightened. “You know I only come here when life becomes unbearable,” I say and He chuckles.“Those types of days, right?” Give me a minute, I'll have your drink ready in no time.” He says leaving me. As the loud music of the club clouded my ears, I couldn’t help but wonder why the club was so packed today. “Here you go, damsel,” James says,

The Next day..As I got back home from the café I work at during the day, I picked up a bottle of water to drink water then proceeded to pack my hair into a bun, I picked up my work bag and worked my way out of the little flat I call home. Playing with the ring on my index, I stand at the curve of the road waiting for the bus to arrive. Seeing People dressed sharply coming back from work made my heart ache a bit because I knew that no matter how much I dreamt it wasn't a luxury that I would never be able to afford.Dreaming was just not for me anymore.The bus finally arrived and I got on by tapping my card and finding a seat in the middle. I look out the window and watch the scenery go by. I close my eyes for a nanosecond to get myself together to face the world I was about to walk into once more. I sigh as I open my eyes as another passenger comes to sit beside me.Finally, the bus gets to my stop and I alight. Looking up at the neon lights of the club, I crossed the road to get i

THE MYSTERIOUS MANW-What, is this a joke?”I exclaimed, literally jumping up from my seat as I glared at both Mr Orton and the mystery man who just kept staring at me like I had something on my face.“This is crazy, outrageous even. I-I can’t do that, I don't even know you guys.“Just think about it. “Ok?”There’s a lot you’ll be gaining from it, and…“And what?”. I say, cutting him off.“How do you know I’ll be gaining from it? You don’t even know me.”“Trust me Mrs Simmons, I am well aware of your financial situation, and this contract is offering more than you make in a year with your two jobs combined.” The mystery man said while staring at me intensely.“And also,” Mr Orton chipped in. “A contract will be drawn so you’ll also get a say in everything and it will be tailored to benefit you both.” I guess Mr Orton was trying to do some damage control. As he probably noticed me standing there with my two arms crossed around each other fuming with anger and wondering why I thought co

“Have a wonderful day,” I say to the customer I just finished serving as the next customer walks forward. “Welcome to Daisy’s, what can I get you?”The day has been quite a struggle. Aside from the busy chatter of the customers and the heat wave outside of the cafe, what my decision to the offer I was made five days ago would be was also bothering me, the thought kept on lurking and burning at the back of my mind. And I couldn't stop thinking about it no matter how hard I tried.I would have just called Luke Orton or William Armani himself but I don’t have either their personal or work number so I will just have to go to the office to see them and be faced with the Likes of Stacy one more time.My thoughts were interrupted by a young woman dressed up in her office uniform.“Hello, welcome to Daisy’s, what can I get you?”“a black coffee, no sugar, two vanilla lattes, and a box of doughnuts. Here’s the company card.” She hands the card over to me and I debit it and hand the card back t

“Pfftttt,” she spewed the water right out of her mouth in a sudden burst, splashing water all over the table and my clothes.“Shayna!” I exclaimed“What’s wrong with you?” I said as I stood up to get a napkin to wipe my shirt with.“Sorry, it was a mistake,” she pouts.“But Bails, you’re joking right?” she exclaims immediately after.“No, I am not, why? What happened? Do you know him or something?”“Know him? You can’t be serious right?”“Ha-Ha-Ha,”“you got me because…” She took a sip of water and continued her rant.“There is no way that you are entering into a pretend marriage with ‘the’ William Armani, He has only been featured on Clique magazine for being one of the youngest and hottest billionaires for like what, 4 times in a row now? He even campaigned in that weird but sexy Calvin Klein underwear advertisement last year.”“So he’s like a celebrity?” I ask with uncertainty and she rolls her eyes smacking her forehead.“Yes, Bails, what are you Patrick?” She says and she smacks