The doorbell rang for the third time and she hurried to the door with a flushed breath and an escape sigh. It was Lucas. "Hi," she greeted with a smile. "Hi…," "Come in," she said, opening the door wider to welcome him in. He gave her a brief smile and entered the room that had the scent of lavender. His eyes observed the pink in her cheeks, her marble cheekbones, and her slightly scattered light brown curls. Her dim gray eyes looked tired. "Sit," she said, handing him a glass of wine. As she sat beside him, she clasped her hands tightly together, wishing he would not pick the scent of alcohol on her skin or anywhere else in the house. It had taken quite an effort to put her messy house in order, so he dare not ruin her efforts by finding out. "How did you know I was back in town?" She said to satisfy her curiosity. "Ellen told me," he said without an effort. "What?!" She gasped in surprise, batting an eyebrow. What did he mean Ellen told him? Her best friend? How the hell
"What?!" Her face grew pale until it was completely white."I'm calling because I'm disappointed. You're a hard-working staff, Purple, and the company is proud, but recently, you've proved to be undeserving of our support,""Sir…," she said, but her voice trailed off. What was really her offense? Why was he suddenly firing her out of the blues? Yes, she had skipped her job on some occasions, but it was not enough to just fire her, was it?"Sir… please, this job means everything to me! I cannot afford to lose it!""You would have thought of that before trying to play smart,""How exactly did I play smart?!" She wanted to retort but kept quiet. Arguing would never solve the issue, it would only escalate it.If she lost her job, there would be no one to run to. She had no helper, no sponsor, nobody that could help her, so why the fuck was he doing this?Cold sweat broke at the back of her neck and trickled into her blouse. Her mouth suddenly felt dry and she felt her hands tremble, like
Purple sat behind her desk, punching off the keys of her laptop. She sighed and straightened her neck, trying to shake off the tiredness that was beginning to build in her muscles.It was a new day at work, a new day to put in her best. There was no room for laziness.Across the desk, her phone rang and she reached out for it. As she saw the caller, she smiled. The balm to her pain had finally called. Lucas."Hey," she said, smiling."My queen, how are you?""I'm fine, how about you?"I'm good,""Your voice sounds extra cheerful today, what's the news?" She probed."I have a surprise for you, a lovely one," he sang the words.She gasped in excitement. "A surprise?""You'd love it…,"She placed a hand on her chest in gratitude. "Wow… I cannot wait,""I'll pick you up after work, call me when you're done,""Yes, my king,"He chuckled. "Can I get a kiss before I go?""From here? It wouldn't feel real,""It would, just send it,"She closed her eyes and tilted her mouth. "Muah…," she rel
It was a car!A fucking brand new SUV!"Oh my goodness!" She gasped, covering her mouth, and turning to look at his pleased face."You bought me a car?""You like it?""What do you mean, I love it, I love it so much, and I love you…!" She shrieked and gave him an embrace.He hugged her tighter, excited by her happiness. The past few months had been rough for both of them. He had thought to surprise her, to make her happy, to prove his love, and yes, It felt so good to spend his money on her.She withdrew from the embrace and kissed him on the lips."Thank you, my love," she whispered into his ears."You deserve it," he whispered, biting her ears softly."You're the best!" "You deserve it," he repeated.Her hands moved around the car. It felt so soft, so posh, so expensive. She smiled, she had always planned on getting a new car to replace her previous one that was beginning to wear out, but here it was, right before her, a brand new car, bought by her lover to fulfill her plans, her
"Yayy!" Purple shrieked, dancing along to the music coming from the stereo in the car.She ran her hand again along the leather seat and drew in a long gulp of air. There was a feeling of breathlessness in her bosom that made her hands tingle. She smiled."It feels so good to have a brand-new car!" She danced, drumming repeatedly on the wheels.It would feel so good to show off to her colleagues, to show off to Ellen, to show off to the world what an amazing boyfriend she had."I cannot wait to get Ellen's jealous reaction," she chuckled.She hummed along to the music, but as she was about to make a turn into the next street, she stopped and looked again in the rear mirror.A car was trailing after her, a blue Jeep. She had noticed the Jeep from the moment she drove out of her apartment. At first, she thought it was nothing, but as she drove, she saw the same car behind her over and over.After the incident of the previous evening, she had become more picky of little sounds, moves, an
Ellen shrugged with a smile, but said nothing, as if Purple's reaction meant less to her."What do you mean by dying?!" Purple yelled, pissed off by the silence.Ellen shrugged again. "Nothing, just forget it,""No, I won't, and don't try to brush me off. Tell me, is Lucas dying?""You're trying to put words in my mouth, Purple,""Then explain what the fuck you meant by dying?""I don't have to answer to you,"Purple chuckled dryly with a wave of the hand."When did you become this jealous, hating, irresponsible daughter of a bitch? This isn't the El I know as a friend…"At her words, Ellen's eyes widened, then narrowed."I'm… I'm…I'm a jealous, hating bitch?"Purple blinked, maybe she shouldn't have said that, the harsh words had hit Ellen hard, and it was obvious, but it didn't matter, being apologetic would not solve the problem."Can you explain your words then?""You know what? Just forget it, and excuse me," she said icily and brushed past her to the elevator.Purple turned to s
"Dear Purple," it read."I hope you're fine. Well, I guess that's the least important question you hope to hear right now because it's obvious that you're far from fine. Your days have been, well…, crazy, for it shows in your eyes. Is it because of me? I hope not.I'm writing this so you can stop fretting or being paranoid because although I've been watching you from a distance, the fear in your eyes is giving me the bumps. I know you're oblivious of me, and I hope it remains this way, till, well, the right time to strike.You hurt me purple, in more ways than one. Your betrayal felt like thousands of needles being stuffed down my throat, it felt like a raging fire. I really hope you can turn a new leaf and see me for who I am, love me, appreciate me, and stop being so proud and haughty, for it doesn't suit you.In the meantime, stay safe, stay sound, stay fine, and sleep well, for the bags under your eyes have extended to your cheekbones, and it's really not appealing.Bye my darlin
Two days later."How's the new marketing proposal kicking off?" Lucas asked.Bryan cleared his throat. "Much better than expected sir, the investors are ready,""Fair enough. The new branch in Atlanta still needs a partner. Have you found someone for the position yet, or are you perhaps Interested in being the new partner?As he asked the question, he hoped that Bryan would not be interested. He could not afford to lose a great brain like his, an asset, not just to him, but to the company.To his relief, Bryan replied. "No sir, I very much enjoy working with you, and yes, I'm still looking into the applicants for the position,""I'm impressed, Bryan,""Thank you, sir,""That's all, you can go," Lucas dismissed."You have a conference call by two, sir. I sent all the messages you'll need to your email, the meeting starts in an hour,""And the copies to the board of directors?""They are all in the conference room,""Thank you, Bryan. Did you confirm tomorrow's appointment?""Yes sir,"