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[13] MEMORIES AND REGRETS
Cole downed another shot of vodka barely registering the impatient look on the bartender's face. He had been here for the past few hours, trying to get away from his present and maybe, just maybe reconnect with his past. his past, If someone had told him two years ago that his future wouldn't have his Aramide in it, he would have laughed in their face. but here he was now, tied to a woman he didn't even love because she had a child for him
“Another shot” his gruff voice whispered.
The bartender raised an eyebrow before speaking. “I am sorry, but you need to leave now, the bar had already closed for the past 20 minutes now,” the man said trying to reason with Cole.
Cole looked around. Indeed he was the only one in this bar excluding the bartender. Was he so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the loud music go low till
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Aramide exited her car the moment she pulled into the driveway, she shoved past her maids and workers and went straight up to her room, the dark-skinned beauty locked the door and slid down it. She sat there, not speaking, or making a sound, just letting all the tears she had bottled up over the years slip down her eyes. All the memories barged into her mind, breaking through the security she had built over the years. Aramide felt raw, exposed, and vulnerable. A feeling she had sworn she would never feel again. Guilt tugged on her, she didn't want to feel this way, she was betraying herself, just by failing to keep to the rules she set for herself. She wiped a tear off her face as realization hit her; Coming back to London was the worst decision had ever made. Loving Cole still topped the list though. At this rate, she would have an epistle.
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"Coming!" Aramide whispered as she rushed back into her bathroom. She washed off the tear tracks on her face and tried to practice her best smile in front of her broken mirror but failed miserably. She shrugged. Oh well. She changed out of her dress into some jeans and a big tee shirt, she sighed as she walked up to the door, her hand lingered on the handle and for a moment there, she debated locking herself up in there, hiding from the reality that always awaited her the moment she left the room. Still, she braced herself as she opened the door only to be met by familiar green orbs "Daniel," she said in a heavy tone. "Now is not a good time" she finished her eyes threatening to spill tears Daniel smiled sadly "since when has it ever been a good time? Life isn't that generous Clarissa" he replied and they locked eyes for a moment before Aramide broke the eye contact "Why are you h
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“thank you” Aramide whispered as she pulled herself from the well-needed hug Daniel had given her, the man only gave her a small smile as he sat on the ground Indian style, Aramide chuckled. Daniel raised an eyebrow seemingly confused as to what was amusing. “W-why are you staring at me like that?” He asked as his eyebrows creased in confusion. Aramide chuckled once again before sitting in an Indian style too, very aware of Daniel's eye digging into her skin, the melanin beauty finally caught her breath and spoke up “don't mind me,” she began with a small smile, “It's not every day you see a white billionaire sitting on the ground Indian style” Daniel bit his lip at the racist remark and even though he wanted to say a lot, he knew nothing could change society's view, besides how could he change society when his household was racist, Aramide must have sensed t
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Silence fell on both of them, only the sound of the breeze hitting their clothes, and the loud silence between them could be heard. Daniel bit his lip, He had probably realized that this was a bad idea “it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, I would understand, that was so insensitive of me to ask, just because I told you about my past. I think I have overstayed my welcome, good—" He rambled. "Wait," Aramide said before Daniel could take enough steps to the door. He froze just a few steps past her, his eyes still glued to the door, he knew asking such a question was a bad idea and he still did. He had no idea why he did it — why he asked the dreaded question, He was sure Aramide would not talk to him anymore. He had messed up. though Aramide's next words shocked him. "I - I fell in love..." She trailed off, cutting through Daniel's trial of torturous thoughts as he glanced over at her, only to see she had he
ARAMIDE [18] MISSING
“Aramide!” Blaire screamed. She barely registered the fact that she had just used the wrong name but it was certain that even if she knew she couldn't care less at this moment, the woman began to frantically search the room, fear spread across her facial features as her hands shook terribly. It didn't take too long for the army of soldiers they considered workers to storm into the room each other froze in place at the sight of the bed neither daring to make a sound or move. Olivia, Aramide's most trusted maid had tears threatening to spill down her eyes, she was the only one who knew Aramide's true identity apart from Blaire of course, the sight in front of her was one for more than sore eyes, the sheets were completely soaked in blood, and holding written on the mini mirror beside her nightstand table was "247" The trail of blood
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"Bola? When the maid had told me you were here, I didn't believe it,” Mrs Dante said as she saw Bola, as he moved closer she realized the girl was pacing around. The woman raised an eyebrow and asked; "Is something wrong?" Bola chuckled sadly "Is something wrong?" She repeated with an emotion filled voice "Is something wrong? Are you seriously asking me that? Everything is wrong mother! Every single thing!" She said as she threw her purse to the ground breathing heavily as she continued to pace about. "Calm gone and tell me exactly what is wrong,” the woman demanded. "Well what do you expect? It's the same pathetic story. Cole doesn't love me! He doesn't care! And when ever I try to be close to him, his memories of that girl come back! I can't take it anymore. We've been married for two years mother, two years, yet your son can't even bear to stay in a room with me, talk less of share a bed with me! He is like a st
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