Sandy’s POVFor the umpteenth time that night, I checked my phone for time with a heavy heart. Anthony had not returned and it was close to two in the morning. I could barely sleep or sit or lay at a spot. All I thought about was what he was up to so late at night and why he hadn’t called me. It was unlike him and I purposely did not want to over think anything, especially in the direction of him and Ida. But something in my guts made me believe he was away from the room because of her and the more I put my mind to it, the more I felt like I was going to implode.When the time on my phone swapped from 1:59 to 2 am, I sighed and went to the bed. My body was tired but my mind was too active. I sat on the bed and stared at the door for a while before looking down at the phone in my hand. I was tempted to call him but I did not trust myself to stay calm without being moved by my emotions, especially the hurt I was feeling.I shook my head and laid down on the bed. I stared at a random spo
Sandy’s POVThe four of us sat around a small round table at the small restaurant Trent had told me about. They served a fairly good food, suitable for their rich lifestyle. Ever since we arrived, I had lost my appetite and only put a few spoons of food into my mouth while Ida chatted away with Trent and Anthony about work. It was almost as if I was at a business luncheon with my boss, sitting quietly like the obedient assistant that I was. Anthony only gave me a few glances and that was only when we ordered and when the food came. Ida was all up in his face, getting his attention and making him respond to her. I wanted to believe that she was so invested in him that he barely had time for me. I knew Anthony well enough but these past few hours have been quite confusing for me.“Sandy?”At the sound of Trent’s voice, I raised my bowed head and made eye contact with him. He smiled and looked at my plate before looking back at me.“Why aren’t you eating?”The table became quiet and I di
Sandy’s POVI looked from one person to the next, trying to decipher what Ida had just said. Even Anthony had barely said anything or moved from the sink, and it was making me very angry. Ignoring me was different but not telling me about this as someone who was his best friend and fake partner, that he lives with pissed me off. I was getting tired of this treatment. Just when I was about to march my way to him, Ida got down from the counter and approached me.“I hope you don’t have problems with this. You see, I was the one who asked, and he didn’t want to agree at first, but I told him it is just for a few days. The paper for my apartment is already prepped.”I looked past her to glare at Anthony. My heart was burning from the anger I was feeling. I scoffed and looked to the side. I squeezed my eyes shut for some seconds before nodding my had in agreement.“I am fine with it since my opinion doesn’t count. And you,” I pointed at Anthony. “Mr. Hogan, we need to talk.”I did not wait
Chapter’s Soundtrack: Skin by Sabrina CarpenterSandy’s POVI was stunned to the bones at what he had said. I stared at him, trying to get a hint of joke from his appearance but there wasn’t. The most part was how he had said such to the hearing of Anthony and his secretary. It made my cheeks flame up from embarrassment and from the strong meaning behind those words. My heart fluttered a bit just from hearing him speak and when he came closer, I swallowed. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Anthony move as if he wanted to approach us, but Ida popped out of nowhere and held his arm. I sighed and focused on Trent who was still looking me in the eyes. He took my hand and pulled me into my office with him. He shut the door and leaned on it before looking at me with a smile on his face." Trent,” I said, being loss of words.He chuckled. “Ignore what I said out there. I wanted to piss the fuck out of him.”I blinked and craned my head sideways in confusion. I furrowed my eyebrows, and he
S A N D YI woke up to the sound of my phone ringing so loud. It made me groan, hating the fact that I had to wake up, cutting my sleep short. I wanted to let the phone ring but I knew who it was from and how consistent the phone call was going to be if I don’t accept it. I opened my eyes and rolled onto my back, then sighed out loud. I groaned and looked to my side where my bedside table was. I glared at my phone that sat on the table before pushing myself toward the furniture. I grabbed my phone and laid my head on the pillow. I rolled my eyes at the caller's identity. It was my boss, also known as my high school best friend. “It’s Saturday, why the hell is he even calling me so early in the morning?” I grumbled as I stared at the ringing phone. When the call stopped, I smiled, hoping he would take that as an answer and know that I am asleep.As always, he did not stop and called again. I hissed and accepted the call.“Yes?! What it is, Anthony? Can you let me enjoy my weekend? Do
S A N D Y“To celebrate another business deal been a success, we will go to the club,” Anthony said with a clap of his hands. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his words. He was always going for one party to another, to almost every club in the city. He was never tired and I was always the one left with taking care of him if he got too tired or drunk to do any work.“I’m not interested,” I said and rose from the seat I was sitting on. I grabbed the files on the desk of his house office and arranged them in a corner. “Come on, Sandy,” he pleaded and went around the desk to stand beside me. “You’re not doing anything this weekend. So, let’s have fun.”I looked at him incredulously and he smiled, blinking his eyes rapidly in a way that he used in begging me to do something for him.“Have fun? More like you having fun all night while I sit in a corner watching,” I said and walked away from the desk.I heard him follow me as I walked to the door. I held the door, ready to open it wh
S A N D YAnthony was drunk to the max and I had to deal with it. I always had to deal with it. It wasn't anything new to me.I had driven a drunk and non-stop talking Anthony in his sports car, back to his mansion. All he did was talk about the girls he danced with and the ones he took their numbers to sleep with when he wanted some fun. It was heartbreaking to hear but this was what I had to deal with when I fell for my best friend. When I pulled into his garage by the mansion, I had the help of his butler to take him up to his room. He reeked of alcohol and the thing he smoked. It was annoying to see him the way he was because it was bad for a businessman who ran part of the family business and would someday head the whole business.His parents would not be happy as always and he didn't care as usual.“I need to party again,” Anthony said in a drunk manner, pointing at the ceiling as he was laying on his large bed.“No, you won't,” I said and knelt on the floor to take off his sho
S A N D YI woke up to the feeling of a weight on my chest. I groaned and tried to move my arms but felt restricted. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw a familiar ceiling then looked downward. My eyes widened when I saw Anthony's head resting on my chest while half of his body was on mine. I gulped and stared at our position for a minute before I placed my hands on his broad shoulders. I tried to push him off me but his heavy weight was too much for me. “Anthony?” I called out in a low voice.He moaned and turned his head in the other direction. I rolled my eyes and shook his shoulders. He barely moved so I began to wiggle under him, trying to see if I could roll out but before I knew it, he woke up; his head up and eyes wide. He hissed and rolled away from my body with his hands between his head.“Shit, my head hurts,” he said to himself and groaned.I sat up and tugged the shirt downward, covering my stomach. I stared at him as he rubbed his head.“Ow,” Anthony said and dropped his ha