LOGIN***~~Jenaya~~***I toss and turn on my bed, unable to sleep.My mind's all over the place.I'm moving on fine, that's how it all seems, but sometimes I just can't help but think about him.Kelvin.And all his deceit and lies.Sometimes I blame myself, some days I blame the bastard, generally I blame fate for making our paths cross.I let out a deep, frustrated sigh and sit up straighter, tossing the covers aside.I grab my phone.“Snow, can I come over?” I type and send, waiting.Her response comes in quickly.“I'm at the club with Jordan,” it reads. “Come hang out with us,”“Text me the address,” I put my phone down and leap out of the bed, suddenly energized.I head for the bathroom, have a quick bath, and throw in a red backless dress I got from a thrift store a week ago.I look like…well, me. Gorgeous in anything I put on, thrifted or branded, I'm just that girl.I call for a cab, and before I know it, I'm on my way to a club, to clear my mind.****The club is buzzing as usual.
***~~Soren~~***I actually do want to help.I've carried this guilt for far too long, and seeing Lilah alive makes me want to get it right this time.But she doesn't want me close.I thought the photo might help stir her up.Help her remember.It didn't.She got defensive, like really defensive, and now I can't help but think…is this really a memory lapse?I don't care how this goes, or what it is.It won't derail me.Delilah isn't dead. I've got a chance to do right by her.No matter what it takes.I'll have to stick around long enough to make her want to remember.And I think I've taken a leap by getting her on this project.*****Eunice, my father's secretary has been calling and texting me for a while now.I'm more than certain it has everything to do with my interview a couple of days ago.And the news of my partnership with Delilah must've gotten to them.I ignored all of her calls, deleting her texts as it enters.But this morning, my father called me himself, followed by a t
***~~Dahlia~~***He did this on purpose.That's for sure.A waiter greets us with a warm smile as we neared the end of the room, the only soul in sight.Soren walks over and pulls out the chair for me.I don't sit.I don't need to. This isn't a romantic date and I'd like us to act like it's not.I reach for the other chair, pull it out and settle in.His eyes trails me, but he sits down.I clear my throat. “You wanted to discuss the drafts,” I say, diving right into it.But he stays silent, eyes on me.Suddenly he pulls a photo from his suit jacket, hesitates for a beat, before he pushes it to me.My heart limps as I see it.Our wedding photo.But I don't take it, and I don't react. I just keep a straight face.He exhales. “I know you probably don't remember, but we were married, Dahlia. Still married,”I tense but I don't let it show.Wait.He actually bought that?I want to roll my eyes, but I don't. Instead I steady my tone as I say. “Right. I can't remember anything from before
***~~ Dahlia~~***I signed the contract over the weekend and had Jenaya deliver it to Sam.It's official. Soren and I would be working on this together.Right now, I just finished a meeting with a brand and I'm currently on my way to Soren's site.I had asked for a request though, to handle materials, providing solid reasons.I haven't gotten a feedback yet, but surely I will.My lips curls. I lean back into the backseat and hopped on a quick call with my manager at Deloitte.Half an hour later, Tyler drives into this large land and park just beside a car I recognize as Soren's.I take a steady breath, slip on a trained smile and step out of the car.Soren spots me immediately.“Over here, Dahlia.” he calls, waving.The gravel crunches beneath my flats as I approach, each step measured.“Hi, Mr Lancaster,” I say tersely.He smiles.I'd actually prefer if he didn't, he turns to the man beside him. “This is Philip, the construction manager,”The man's eyes shifts to me, head to toe.T
***~~Knox~~***It's not the sight of the kid that has me staring.Marcus had reported it.A kid.Her boss's son, it seems.But this little tornado, dark hair, ocean blue eyes— everything about him just feels like I'm staring at a mini version of…Soren.He stood silently as he looked me up and down.Then, he smiles.I blink.I do not like kids. They're unbearable, cried a lot. I can't deal. And to be fair, they do not like me either.I often scare them away.But not this one.He grins at me.And for some twisted reason I smiled back. It's subtle but it beats me.He inches closer, his eyes pinned on me with wonder.Jenaya crouch down, ruffling his hair. “Maybe it's time to try other stuff,”His brows lifts. “Like what?”Naya smiles, and stand. “Bake a cake.”His eyes lights up, which means he's very much interested.I stared at them.Is it odd if I say I'm jealous of a kid?Jenaya finally turns to me. “You should leave,” she strained, voice low, and cold.But the kid steps forward, st
***~~Jenaya~~***We exited off the highway, and instead Tyler took some back roads.He seems to know his way around, but I guess that's why the boss hired him full term.Finally, he pulls the car to a stop a few blocks away from my apartment.That's where he'd stop, he obviously can't get past that. We'd have to walk through the narrow road to my house.I started to feel bad for my poor Liam that insisted on coming with me.I turn to Liam, who lifts his brows as soon as the car stopped.“You live here?” He asks, staring out the window, eyes wide with wonder.I shake my head. “No, Liam. But it's close by. Do you mind if we walk to my house?”His eyes lights up, much to my surprise. “No, Auntie Naya. I love to walk,”A chuckle slips out of my mouth, and I ruffle his hair gently. “You do?”He nods quickly.“I'll take you for a walk often then,”The way his smile spreads even wider tells me he loves it, and it warms my heart.“I'll call you when he's set to go home,” I tell Tyler, who si
***~~Knox~~***I used to believe I had control over my choices.Over my impulses.Over the things I wanted.Until I met her.Beautiful, black wavy hair, a shape to die for and a face that belongs to a damn billboard.It was here, right at the center of my club.She had walked in, arm in arm with t
***~~Dahlia~~***“De— Delilah,” the word breaks through his mouth, eyes wide.He looks terrified.The shock in his face is so loud it almost consumes the room.His eyes are on me, as if the ground has vanished beneath his feet.But I don't flinch.Let him stare.Let him wonder.I put my hand down
***~~Dahlia~~***I put my phone down and Meghan's eyes are on me.I smirked. “It’s Lancaster Foundation’s Annual Gala this Friday, and the chairman is inviting me,”Meghan tilts her head. “That's okay… but the thing is you can't take Liam there,”I roll. “What? No!” I breathed out. “Never,”She t
***~~Dahlia~~***“How do I look?” I turn to face Meghan with a prideful smile.She winks. “Exquisite,” she mused. “You look like you fell out of those fashion magazine,”I know.My designer outdid herself.And of course it's my big reveal. I can't do less.Not with L&S as my prime target.I smile







