LOGIN"Diane, honey, Lea's here to see you," Stella said as she walked into Diane's room. She stopped as she saw Diane still in bed, curled under her sheets, fast asleep. "Diane?" Diane opened her eyes lazily, rubbing the sleep out of them as she adjusted her body under the sheets. "Hey Mum." "Did you forget we were having dinner with Nathan tonight?" She asked, standing at the edge of Diane's bed. "Lea came unexpectedly, so she is joining us too." "Oh, Nathan. I forgot to set an alarm." Diane said, then yawned. Stella shook her head, placing her arms on her hips. "How do you forget something this important? You even stayed home from work today." She finally sat up and stretched, throwing her arms above her head in the air. "I'll start getting prepared now." "Hey Dii!" Lea called out as she walked into her room. Stella and Diane looked up as Lea beamed when she saw Diane. "Oh, good, Lea, you're here. Hurry her up. I'll go check on the kitchen and dinner preparations."
"Don't you think we should meet up more often, baby? I feel like I barely get to see you these days." Nathan whined, placing a kiss on Diane's shoulder as he hugged her from behind. They were in Nathan's penthouse, where he occasionally came either for work purposes or to spend time with her. They were half naked, wine glasses in their hands as they stared down at the heavy traffic from the full-length glass window.The faint scent of the candles that burned by the nightstand filled the air, giving the room a soft warmth that slapped against their skins. "You know how busy work gets from time to time," Diane replied. "Especially now that we're on the Blue Haven project."Nathan slipped a hand across her neck and pulled her into him, burying his head in the small of her neck and inhaling her scent. "I know, baby, I just really miss you.""I miss you too," Diane replied.His hand slipped into her lingerie bra, and he cupped her breast and squeezed it gently, which made her giggle."C'
Diane looked at Michael, studying his face for a while. Slowly, her lips spread out in a smile first before a low laugh followed. This was because, of course, she knew he was being serious. But being serious didn't stop her from being taken aback by his audacity. "Break up with Nathan?" Diane asked, bringing up her hand to cover her mouth as she cleared her throat. "Mr Belmont, when will you ever stop surprising me?""You don't belong with him, Diane," Michael told her. His eyes remained fixated on hers unapologetically, as if him asking her to leave Nathan was the most reasonable request he had ever made. "He does not deserve you.""And you do?" She retorted. "Oh please. Don't be ridiculous."Michael's lip twitched at her response. "I am not saying I do, Diane. I am saying that there's a slim chance you still feel something for me, even though you are trying so hard to bury it."Diane rolled her eyes. "Just, think about it," Michael told her. "About giving us a second chance.""The
Seeing it was only Estelle, Diane settled back into her seat with a scoff. "You showed up here.""I'm sorry, Ma'am, we tried to stop her." Ryan apologised while her secretary nodded in agreement. "No, it's fine, don't worry about it," Diane replied, dismissing them with a hand wave. "Must have been something important if she had to sneak or fight her way through security just to see me."Estelle rolled her eyes at the statement and folded her arms while Ryan and her secretary left, closing the door gently. "What's the problem now?" Diane asked, turning her attention to the files on her table. "What do you mean, what's the problem, you b*tch!" Estelle snapped immediately. Diane sighed, "Language, Estelle. Here isn't Father's house."Estelle moved closer to the table, irritation beginning to mount up as she saw Diane was giving her almost no attention. Her eyes rested on the papers Diane was looking through, and in a second, she grabbed them and flung them across the room. "Don't y
Diane smiled as she leaned against the elevator wall, folding her arms and closing her eyes. She hummed a song in a low tone, swinging her head from side to side while tapping her foot gently against the floor. It was just the two of them in the elevator. And Ryan stole glances at her from time to time, nibbling on his lower lip to try and shake off the subtle anxiety creeping through him. He was beginning to wonder if she had some new revenge plans up her sleeve, if she was planning something threatening or if she was just simply happy. With Diane, he could never tell. He could only hope whatever she had in mind to do was still on the safe side. Because if there was one thing his boss was exceptionally good at, it was keeping him on his toes. She stopped humming immediately and turned to him, grinning from ear to ear, which made him swallow hard. He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away, avoiding her gaze. "Ryan.""Y-yes Ma'am." He replied, tightening his grip on the bag
Lea took a mouthful of her citrus-flavoured water, panting heavily. "Bruh, Pilates is killing me." Diane settled down beside her, panting also, as beads of sweat trailed down the side of her face. "Tell me about it."They watched as the women from the Pilates class divided into their usual little groups, chatting away with the fake smiles plastered on their faces. "But why did you come back from Fest already? The Fest isn't over until tomorrow morning." Diane asked, focusing her attention on Lea, who looked like she was going to pass out at any moment. Lea shut her eyes for a moment and lay on the floor, taking calculated deep breaths. "I was... I was bored out of my mind after you left."Diane laughed. "What happened to your fans? And all the pictures you spammed online?" "Those are just for show." She replied, clicking her tongue. Diane shook her head. "I can never understand you."There was silence between them as Diane's eyes wandered towards the other women at a distance. On
The party was halfway through already. Guests were seated, the waiters doing a perfect job by making sure everyone had everything they needed at their tables. Diane shared a table with Ryan and there were two empty seats which were supposed to be occupied by John and Stella. But Stella had decided
Diane's head throbbed. Badly. The pain felt like there was a drill boring holes into different parts of her head impatiently and making her want to cut her head off. She blinked a bit, scrunching up her face and groaning, a poor attempt to make the pain go away. She had no idea why she was feeling
There was a brief moment of silence and then Tiffany chuckled from behind while Michael sighed. "Is this your way of trying to get me back?" Michael asked indifferently, his expression remaining unfazed. "I'm telling the truth." "Like when you cheated?" Michael asked. I wasn't cheating on you
Diane spunned around, cleaning off her tears with her cloth fabric, to see Nathan surprisingly. Nathan was Michael's best friend whom she had only seen on countable occasions which were the few times in college, on their wedding day and the first time she had started working in Michael's company.







