(Ivy)My phone rings on my desk and I reach out to get it, and surprisingly it was my grandfather calling.I squint, my hand lingering on my phone screen a little longer. It wasn't often that my grandpa called me during work hours and whenever that happens, it only means one thing…I was more than certain that this call meant trouble. I could also be sure that it was about that asshole and my recent action against him.Pushing my gut feeling aside, I slide the green icon and bring the phone to my ear, somewhat waiting to be reprimanded and it happens as I thought."Is this true?" George Reynolds demanded.I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Good afternoon, Grandpa." I say, earning me a scoff."Did you file a restraining order against Daniel Moore?" My grandfather asked, his voice high-pitched.Yes, this call screams trouble at first ring and I'm certainly not in for it right now.I sighed, my patience wearing thin. "Seriously? Is this why you called?" I dare ask, my voice firm."You sti
(Calvin)"So, let me get this straight," Christian tilts his head. "You can't stand your new assistant?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed at me in confusion."She's annoying and it infuriates me," I say through gritted teeth."But you always can't stand any of your past assistants, why the fuss?" He rolls his eyes at me.Yeah, the same question Derrick asked me last night and even as I sit here, I still can't wrap my head around why I'm letting her get into my head.I bring my glass to my lips and gulped half the content of the liquid. I clench my fist beside me. "You don't get it," I let out. "It's as if she's intentionally getting on my nerves, and with that stupid smile she usually wears on," my face tightens as I remember the stunt she pulled at my last meeting, making the investors to praise and adore her.To her, she saved the day but my hatred for her only grew.I'm not used to my staffs trying to fit in, especially my assistants, they're always scared of me, they all cower at my
(Ethan)I inwardly laughed at myself as I stared at the amber liquid in my glass. I used to see all those men chasing after women and I felt sorry for them.I had never struggled to have a woman's attention, never chased after one before. I had no time for all that romantic bullshit.Stephanie said she loved me in college, she flirted with me and I got attached, way too attached, only to be left heartbroken in the end, Dean said it was love, and that shit scares me to no end.I can't say I don't believe in love, my father loved my mother, I see the way Dean adores Bella, he'd do anything for her and sadly I had just as much faith in their love.So yeah, love does exist but it's not just for me.And yet, this strange woman has managed to pull out a side of me I never knew existed.For over three years, there has never been a day I didn't go to La Dolce Vita to look for her.I searched for her over all social media but of course they were many Tricias, that didn't help. Arthur wasn't ab
(Ivy)I've been out of court about less than an hour ago as court hearing has been adjourned to middle this month."To Reynold, please." I tell my driver, as I manage to get away from the reporters, resting my head in the backseat.As soon as I shrug into my favorite armchair, I reach for my phone and dialed Tracy's number."Congratulations, Ivy. We should celebrate tonight over pizza and a bottle of champagne and we can —-,"I roll my eyes and interrupt as quickly as I can. "Slow down, Tracy. The case has been adjourned, there's really no need to go overboard, just say you want pizza," I stifle a chuckle."Well, there's that," she strained through her teeth, I bet her ears are turning red at the idea of being caught. "But seriously though, that case should be done with, if you say he's guilty, then he is,"I could barely stop my smile from spreading. "They can only try," I say, my tone dismissive, deciding it was time to change the subject to one she'd really love to hear."I have Ar
(Ivy)Three and half years later….."Oh, baby. You still haven't touched your food?" I retort as I descend the stairs, giving Aria, my daughter a meaningful look.She pouts, avoiding my gaze as she continues fiddling with her fork.Okay, fine. I can't pretend like I don't know what this is about, she's been sucking since last night and I have a huge part to play in it.Work has been taking most of my time and I hate that it keeps piling up.I mean, ever since I opened my own firm a year ago, it's been pretty hectic, work doubled, and coupled with the fact that I haven't lost a case in court before, it made my firm quite popular, piquing the interest of our clients and intended but I can't complain, it was nothing short of a dream come true for me.Not to mention my role as the CEO of Reynold conglomerate.Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to justify the reason why I do not have time for my child, it's— not something I'm proud of.I'm always gone before she wakes up in the morning, I
(Ivy)"How did he take the news?" Tracy asked as she shove the last slice of pizza inside her mouth.I shrug. "Well, he was quite upset, and even more when I refused to say who the father of my baby is." I say, taking a sip from my glass of fresh orange juice."I bet that's unbecoming of a Reynold woman?" Tracy says in a clear hint of mimic.I roll my eyes. "Very," I retort. "But then he was willing to bite the bullet and leave it be as long as Daniel Moore is still interested in me," I worked my jaw when I say this.Tracy opens her mouth but then she clamps it shut, it took her several seconds before she finally says. "Wow. How did you react to that?" She asks.I roll my eyes again. "I told him exactly what I've been telling him for the past one year and walked out,"Tracy gives me a perfect judgemental look."What? What was I supposed to do?" I frowned. "Should I have hugged him and asked him to fix a date with that douchebag?"She shrugs. "Most definitely not," she says and then he