A pretty thing, I won't lie. But just like I said, a pretty "Thing". She's like an empty can, painted with beautiful colors. Her voice sounds exactly like an empty can when it meets the floor. She has been yapping non stop right after I introduced myself as Ronan's date and politely asked her to discard her hand that was wrapped around Ronan's arm. She of course obeyed but for some reason I dislike it, now I have no reason to punish her. Well, if she continues with this yapping, someone will have to shut her up and I will be more than happy to do so."My yatch is so amazing, you have to come and watch the sea with me sometime, you'll love it" She squeals with a bright smile on her face which I immediately remove with just a sentence."He won't be able to do so, Ronan here gets sea sick." I say without flavor. Her face becomes red all over, almost matching the red one eyed mask she wore "How would you know?" She tries to sound mature and unbothered but fails terribly. I smile sweetly
Fucking Rico! I'm seriously going to fuck him up. Especially for making me go through this stress, like I've not had enough of it. I track his location with my phone as I follow it up the stairs. It leads to the rooftop where I see Rico, curled up like a ball on the floor. I rush over to him, he groans in pain as I pull him up to his feet. "Run" He mutters weakly. My eyebrows furrow."What?"The sound of a gun clicks and in a flash, I remove my dagger from my garter and fling it at the person behind me. My hands pull Rico fully to his feet and I push him away from me. "leave. Will deal with you later" my voice sounds weak, I do feel weak. I must have really overworked myself this time. Rico leaps away from me and escapes through the back door. I turn to face the fucker behind me. It's the same waiter, he still has the mask covering his face but his sleeves are folded up to his elbow and I can now clearly see the tattoo on his left hand.His left hand wraps around the gun in his hand i
I killed him. At last.The walls of my room echoes of my loud groan. So I'm reduced to a girl who lays binded to her bed by handcuffs with only her phone to act as her source of entertainment, playing games meant for teenage kids. I hate games, Tiana loves them. She beats me at every one of it and maybe that is why I hate them so much but today I find solace in it. Helena told me she had already bathed me while I was unconscious so I have no reason to leave my bed. She also spoon fed me my breakfast which I found completely annoying and frustrating. "What if I want to pee?" "Ring the bell and Butcher will come take the cuffs off and then return it after you are done. No funny movements" She warned, pointing the spoon at me. They really did me dirty. Now I'm stuck.I go back to the home screen on my phone and search for another means of entertainment. I find none. How do people live like this? Instagram, the rainbow colored, small size shaped instant camera stares right back at me. I
The shuttle sound of my blinds when I pull them down. The way I slam the last file that needed my signature, my last sip of my coffee and the small buzz my laptop makes when I shut it down so I can get ready to leave for Moscow. Don't get the wrong idea, it's been long since I've been there and it has really great views and sites. I'm only curious to see how it looks like now not because of the insanely handsome man who has a gift waiting for me in Moscow. As much as I would love to deny it, it's the truth. The promised gift has been the only thing on my mind since I woke up which was exactly at 12 in the freaking morning. I'll be spending a week over there. To talk about business, I'd like an overview of businesses where I could invest in and open a branch for my sole business. There is nothing like "enough wealth" you always have to keep investing and growing business beneath you. Being a Ceo of "The Jewels" fashion line as been by greatest pride. I'm sure I've mentioned my love for
"Miss, we've arrived." My eyes flutter awake by the sound of the stewardess voice. Again with the smile, her eyes beam down at me. How do they manage to look like this for the whole day? I realize I'm still seated on my seat with my legs crossed and my head resting on the knuckles of my right hand on the arm rest. She moves to grab my bag but I stop her with my hand on her wrist. Clearly not expecting that, she jumped, I roll my eyes. "I can handle it. Thanks." I send her a tight-lipped smile as I check my bag and make sure everything is intact and pick it up. The first thing that greets me as I make my way done the few plane steps is the cold wind of Moscow. I should have brought a coat or jacket. " Here," Andrei must have read my thoughts or saw me shiver because he instantly covers me with his thick long coat. "Thank you" I mutter to him, glad that my voice didn't sound like dry fish this time. We landed on the in the railway backyard of a building, I look around. It's surrounde
I'm starting to think that Bonnie doesn't like me that much with the way her greenish brown eyes glare daggers at me but I'm caught by surprise when she bows slightly at me. "I didn't know you were the guest he had over, Miss Veleno." She says with a sly smirk lining her pouty lips as she raises her head. Oh, I see. She must have heard of me. My face has never been this expressive before. My eyebrows are up the roof and my lips stretch to a full amusing smile. I look back at Rolan. He simply shrugs at me. "Why are you here Bonnie?" Rolan questions without much flavor in his voice. I guess I'm the only he prefers to see. How nice. Bonnie struts over in her pink heels. She walks past me to Ronan's desk where she brings out a brown file from her bag and slides it over to Ronan's front with a little stretch forward. Clearly to make him see her perky boobs underneath her shawl. Unfortunately for her, Rolan is more interested in the brown file in front of him. He opens it and checks th
Did I really make a good decision of coming here? I walk briskly to the front, ignoring his piercing gaze at my back. Andrie opens the back seat door of the shiny black Rolls Royce and I immediately step in. Andrei and Ronan remain outside the car and I wonder what is it they're talking about. After a few seconds, they both get inside. With Andrie in the driver's seat and Ronan getting in beside me. Andrei starts the car and drives out of the parking lot. My eyes take in the wonderful sight of Moscow. Although the area we are is very much modern and techy but it looks beautiful still. We pass by Rolan's hotel. The Crowns hotel, one of the best hotels in Russia and in other countries as well. Aren't I one lucky latina? Taking one last glance at the hotel before It passes my sight, I realize it looks familiar and not in the "I must have seen it in the news or something familiar" but in the, I've seen it up close before. Especially the crown with the chain in the middle golden logo. A m
It wrenches my heart in a tight grip. My grip on the fork tightens every fucking second. I loathe it, the crippling undisguised feeling of loneliness and deja vu with a collaboration with irony slipping down my veins,spreading throughout my body. I did not make a good decision coming to Moscow. "Are you alright, dear?" Mrs Dimitri's sweet fruity voice breaks me out of the humiliating feeling of self pity and loath but still I manage to send a smile to her when I reply, "Everything is alright."I feel the scorching heat of Rolan's gaze on me,burning my side profile where he stared. His family isn't at all what I stereotyped to be. It beats my motion of never to be suprise by the reality of life. I expected a sophisticated home with intricate and complicated designs and a long dining table made for royal families with each person sitting five feet apart from one another but instead I enter a comfy home that smells like holidays with the heat turned on to make the body warm and comforta