"Oh, my god! I can't believe this!" Emily screams hysterically."Shhhh, Emily, people are watching us," I tell her, looking around the cafe and finding a few people sitting nearby giving us weird glances."Can you believe this? Our Sam just aced in his exams. He is a freaking topper in his batch." She says now in a hushed tone trying to suppress her excitement."That's insane. Nobody would have ever thought this. Considering his behavior, I wouldn't have imagined him being capable of doing anything other than jumping like a chimpanzee here and there." She states, taking a loud slurp from her milkshake."Yeah, I guess deportments can be deceptive too." I smile at her."True." She laughs, and that's when Sam appears at our table, holding a tray in his hand."Butterscotch mousse cake for the ladies." He grins, placing the plates on the table. Emily and I exchange a few suspicious glances, and then together, we look at Sam in surprise."I know, you guys didn't ask for this, but guess what
"Then you should surely take advantage of this opportunity you are getting now," I tell him, leaning back on the chair. "In fact, I have heard a lot about your company too. If I am not wrong, Smith industries are ranking to be the second on the list of top imports and exports."He studies me for a moment, and a strange gleam appears in his eyes. "You seem to be a smart guy, Christopher.""Sure I am," I say arrogantly.He lets out a small chuckle, in the brief moment I look around, and when I turn back, I see him with a serious face. "Okay, shall we start with the business now?"I nod at him, straightening myself."So Christopher, we need a small help from you," He says in a calm yet dangerous tone. "But remember, it wouldn't be one-sided. We will return you the favor.""What do you want from us?" I move forward towards the table attempting to look more attentive to him."As you said earlier, we are on the 2nd position on the list of top companies." He pauses for a moment. "Do you know
ChristopherAlmost a week has passed since Nicole started living with me, and since that night, I haven't been able to talk with her properly. I have distinctly noticed that her behavior has changed a lot after the night we watched that movie together. I don't know why, but whenever it seems like I am getting closer to her, she pushes me and pretends to keep her guards up. And that's what she has been doing for the past few days, ignoring me like a fucking plague. I don't know what the hell is wrong with her. I know how badly she wants all of this to end. I know she wants to get rid of me as soon as possible and go back to living her normal life, but that doesn't mean she would ignore me all the fucking time while she is living with me. It is starting to piss me up. I don't know why is she torturing me like this. I just couldn't keep up with her mood swings.It is clear to me that she is trying hard to stay away from me, and I am damn aware of what she feels. She feels the same for m
I turn around and stroll towards the large beige colored sofa in front of my sight, sitting in the lobby. I take a seat on it carefully, not wanting to spoil anything. It shines perfectly and I suddenly develop a fear that I would stain it with my body. I admire the beauty of the magnificent chandelier right above my head as I see people making their way to the restaurant which is just to my left. Suddenly I feel very underdressed taking a look at the people who are walking in classy outfits. Calm your nervous ass down, Nicole and wait here patiently. ---------------------I look at my watch and see that it's been an hour since Becky went in, and I still find myself waiting here. As I am trying to adjust my eyes to the sparkling glory of the hotel, I see a familiar face walk out of the door behind the reception. He gets to the desk and I see the receptionist flashing a super sweet smile and batting her eyelashes as the man asks her something. I roll my eyes. She wasn't like this whe
The video of working on the latest X-ray machine plays on the screen in front of me but I don't see any piece of information making its way into my brain. My mind keeps drifting back to the last night's incident. The embarrassing event of my shirt getting torn by a stupid lamp. And then I remember how Christopher pulled me towards him. I didn't expect him to do what he did next. The way he ripped apart the shirt and tied it into a knot. To be honest, It felt extremely hot at that moment that I can still feel my throat getting dried simply thinking about it.I close my eyes and visualize the entire scene again. I imagine how his hands wrapped around my waist possessively. I remember the unambiguous desire burning in his eyes. The intensity with which he was looking at me. It still makes my knees wobbly. I grab the water bottle from the table and take a sip from it to erase the uneasiness forming in my throat. I start imagining weird things. How I wished he would have kissed me at that
When I get to the kitchen, I find it to be empty. What the fuck? Was Christopher expecting me to live here with no necessities? How am I supposed to make food? Then I remembered what Christopher said to me before going. If I need anything I can tell the guards to get it. I think of considering that option, but then I realize I am not in a mood to have a conversation with anyone and especially with Christopher's men. They kind of creep me out.So I decided to go back to my room. I know that I have a backup, I remember bringing a packet of chocolate chip cookies. I fish it out of my bag and stuff some immediately into my mouth. I moan in satisfaction as they melt in my mouth. They are so fucking tasty. After taking two more cookies, I jumped onto the bed. Basically, I can't even keep myself engaged in cooking now, so the only thing that I can do is to compensate for my lack of sleep last night. Taking a brief nap wouldn't do any harm, right? Apart from that, I don't want to stress mysel