Emily lay on her face, taking the whole bed for herself. Even her jaw was killing her to support her face on the pillow for the cut on her forehead. Even a fool knows what is good for him, but Emily. . .she was beyond that. Who rides a bike at that speed after falling from it? Those four paint buckets had weight, but still, she carried them on her back. Could she go to work on Wednesday even? Birds were chirping outside like usual for biscuits. She could hear that, even though the windows were closed and the doors too, she could still smell the burnt bacon, toast, and beans in her kitchen. "Lord, Helen! The pancake batter was in the freezer!" "It's done!" Helen's scream sounded from the other side. "Hold your horses." "Yes! It's done." Her sister hollered. "Don't mind the smell. It's a glitch!" "You heard her." Helen gushed, which made Emily shake her head, snorting. It would be a hell of a job to fix her kitchen, but she could do nothing but accept this silently. At least the gi
"Adam?" Bash received a call from his friend/business partner, who had been handling the part of the swimming in his club. "Can you tell me if all your associates will be available now? I can wait till their shift is over, but I want them in my office before seven." Standing at the side of the road, Bash talked on his phone and gestured to Julian about how it went at the drugstore, at which Julian shrugged only. Shaking his head, he leaned on the pillar at his side and faced the street where the heiress had fled with her bike. "You are in the city, Sebastian?" Adam sounded surprised. "Julian and I talked last morning, but he didn't tell me about your arrival. Anyway, I can send the six instructors on their shifts now. The session will end in a while, so. . . are you on your way here?" "I arrived last evening." Bash said, "Send your instructors into my office at the end of their shifts. I have some paperwork to finish and checked on the manager and servers about the complaints I am g
Bash couldn't just believe his eyes. His mouth fell open, and he blinked twice, wanting to confirm if it was. . .her. The girl he had forever seen in a hoodie or man's clothes was now standing in her knee-length brown dress with an overcoat. Her hair, which Bash thought was short, he could tell if she untied her messy bun, it would reach to her waist. She looked a few inches shorter, which was obvious, as she was serving as a male bartender in Sao Paulo, faking it all, but she looked. . .fuller. With her vegetable bag in his hand, Bash took a few steps toward her while thinking about how that teen girl looked more like a woman now with her noticeable changes. It would be wrong to call her a teen girl back when they met. She looked somewhere between a tomboy and a schoolboy then. His eyes accessed her from head to toe, and when he again looked at her face, he found a cut on her forehead and red liquid trickling down from the left side of her face, but she looked oblivious to that! U
Bash sat in his car, staring out the window at an exclusive clubhouse where he could see people queuing in front of that evening. He has owned this place since he moved to this city and brought his business here three years ago, but the headquarters was still in Texas, close to his aunt's home, who goes for his factory visit to check on the workers. Something someone close to his heart used to do for him when he was away on business trips or for his shoots, but now, it was only him and his emptiness. Emptiness? Bash snorted coldly in his mind. He didn't have time for that anymore. He worked like a freak. Even the records he made in his acting career now no one could break them, and his business. . .he would soon buy the entire swimming board in the US. "Where are you heading?" Turning his gaze from his club, Bash asked when Julian returned after answering his call. "Just have some private matter to deal with nearby," Julian said coolly. "Do you want something me to bring for you, s
(Present) "I love you." Emily whimpered, holding the hands of her best friend Helenite, who had an oversized coat on with a cap on her head. Helenite gritted out in a manly tone and shrugged Emily's hand away from her shoulder. "You don't say that." "Please, don't turn your back on me." Emily bit her inner cheeks while sobbing, but she flinched when suddenly her friend turned toward her. "Then what do you want me to do, Rose?" Holding Emily's shoulders, Helen jerked her with a force that poor Emily saw stars in her vision and tried not to bring that look of horror into her eyes, "Tell me. What should I do to make this pain go away from my heart?" In the backyard of Emily's house on a winter's eve in Seattle, the duo arranged a badminton night to surprise their little sister, but it all went wrong, much to their dismay. From the corner of her eyes, Emily glanced at Cheryl sitting on a chair with popcorn in her lap and instantly looked away, noticing how her sister narrowed her ga
Meanwhile, Bash's mood worsened by the kind of way she apologized to Catherina. He was about to go after her, but his aunt stopped him. "Please, son, let her be." Catherine intervened. The young couple was close to her heart. "She didn't mean to be rude. You know how things are getting there in her home." "That still doesn't explain the way she talked to you." Bash exhaled harshly, looking into the hallway where his girlfriend had disappeared. Catherine held Bash's arm and made him face her. "You have to understand her side that it isn't easy for her either. She lost but didn't want the same to happen to you in your business and acting career. When you had to stay in Sao Paulo, she went places where you couldn't go to your factories, fundraising events, family gatherings, dealing with your clients, and everything. Please, don't judge her about how she talked to me just now. You should be ashamed of keeping her waiting so long to make her your girlfriend. You met her at sixteen, bu