It's been weeks and things were still the same way as it was. Isis was still searching for jobs here and there. In fact, she had almost exhausted all the money she had with her due to her search for a job. It was already so tiring and she was alreafy on the verge of giving up. As usual, she went in search for a job in a small company, since she assumed that being a small company, Omarion wouldn't know about them, or be able to trce her there. And when she was told to come for the final stage, she was overjoyed. She was almost sure that she had gotten the job.But unfortunately for her, on getting there, the CEO of the company informed Isis that a bigger authority had instructed him not to hire her even if she was that good and if she was the best person for the job. Isis already knew who it was without anyone calling his name, so she left there without even arguing with the man a bit.Isis went back home frustrated. She knew that her chances of getting a job in Europe was slim especi
James arrives right in time to pick Isis later in the evening, and they left for the club. While they were on their way there, she looked unsettled and a bit worried, and even though James was driving, he couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable she was. When he couldn't mind his business any longer, he decided to ask her."Are you okay?" He asked as he looked at her for a split seconds before turning to face the road again."Yeah," she said, dialing a number on her phone. For the umpteenth time that evening, the call directed her to voice mail, and she let out a heavy sigh. "Where the heck is she?" She muttered to herself."Are you sure you're good? Who are you calling countless times like that?" He asked her with raised eyebrows, curious about who she was calling that made her so worried like that. "You've been dialing that number since we left your place, and you've been worried ever since."Before he started to think of anything else, she quickly responded. "It's Pheonix. She ha
Isis watched James leave in anger. Though still tipsy, she was more sober than before, now and she could tell what she was doing. Despite the insults James rained on her, as soon as James stepped out of the hotel room, she ran after him. He was almost at the elevator when she ran to meet him.Holding the hem of his shirt at the back and panting heavily, she spoke. "Babe, wait, please."James stopped on his tracks but didn't turn to look at her. His back to her, he replied. "Yes? What do you want? Are you ready now?" He questioned her.Isis, still panting heavily, acted like she didn't hear his question. Instead, she began to beg him over what he had said in the room before storming out. Anyone could say that he only said it out of anger, but she knew him too well, and she could tell when he meant something or not.Since he said it already, the fear of him going to meet another woman to get what he wanted made her scared. She didn't want to lose him, not now, not anytime soon."I… I'm
"Thank goodness she's back," she muttered to herself as she walked into the house and closed the door behind her. Just as she turned around and saw Pheonix on a sofa, and the television was on, she began to query her. "So, tell me where you've been since that you…" Her voice trailed off as she m9ved closer to her and was shocked to see that she was shedding tears. Pheonix was crying bitterly. Instantly, Isis dropped her bag on the floor and rushed to meet her. She pulled her into a hug and let her cry in her arms. "What's going on, baby?" She asked her as she patted her and pulled her closer to her, with concern and worry laced on her face, while Pheonix kept on crying.Isis stopped questioning her and waited for her to finish crying, so she simply sat there in silence and patted her back till she was done crying. After a while and she had stop sniffing her nose, Isis decided to ask her what the problem was once again."Are you okay?""Obviously not," Pheonix replied and scoffed, her
Not quite long after, Pheonix finished dressing up and left for the club to search for the father of her baby. A soon as she left, Isis, bored out and not knowing what to do, remembered how her day ended withe James storming out of the hotel room. As her mind went to their makeout session, she let out a sigh."I want it too though," she muttered to herself, then rubbed her forehead. "I'm just scared of the pain, and of course, I don't wanna sin. Premarital sex is a sin, yeah?" She asked aloud as if she was talking to someone. She let out another sigh and laid on the couch. "I'll keep telling myself that till I believe it," she muttered as she stared at the ceiling.About a few minutes later, the thought of ending the argument with James came to her mind. She let out a sigh and sat up on the couch. She picked up her bag and brought out her phone from it. Immediately, she dialed his number. She continued calling him, but he didn't pick up her calls, yet it was ringing. After trying to c
"It wasn't James I had sex with," Isis blurted out."Wait, what? Really?" Pheonix asked, obviously shocked. She was aware that Isis had no other man, so it made her wonder who she could have been fantasizing that much about. "Who was it?""Uhm, my boss," she said, but Pheonix looked at confusedly, since she knew she didn't have a job."Which? You've had quite a few, you know?""The one that fired me." She muttered, knowing fully well how her friend would react.Pheonix's eyes opened wide in shock as soon as the realization hit her. "Oh my God! You fantasized fucking your hot boss you told me about??!""Gosh, Pheonix!" Isis shouted and nudged her to reduce her voice. "Lower your voice, okay? Someone could hear us!"Phoenix scoffed and smirked at her. "Really, Isis, really? We're the only ones in here, you do know that, yeah?" She raised an eyebrow at her."Whatever, Phoenix," she rolled her eyes and looked away. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she thought about Omarion and all
After much persuasion from Pheonix, Isis followed her advice and decided to find a job at a club in an lowlife hotel in the area. Apparently, Omarion doesn't deal with low-lofe hotels like that, so when she got there, they knew nothing and just accepted her for the job, to resume immediately. Gladly, she did."That one," the customer, who looked like he was in his early thirties said to Isis, as he pointed at a wine glass on the cabinet behind her. He was dressed in a red suit and he carried a black suitcase. He probably had a long day at work with the way he yawned almost every minute. "The one with the red cover.""Oh," Isis said and turned her back to look at the one the customer had just requested for. She covered her mouth with the back of her right palm as she yawned slightly. Maybe it was the customer's yawn that was contagious, or maybe she was also as tired as the man, she could not tell which, but she knew it was more of the latter. Her baggy eyes and the tiny dark circles a
Isis woke up to see herself in the hospital. She was on a hospital bed in a ward of an hospital she knew not. Immediately she figured out where she was, she bounced up from the bed."What am I doing here?" She muttered to herself as she looked around. She tried to sit up but she felt a sharp pain on her left arm. "Ugh," she groaned as she touched the part it hurt with her right hand. It was a covered with a bandage and a drip was connected to the same hand. "The heck?" She asked herself as she tried to think of the last thing she remembered doing before she found herself where she was.The door to her hospital room opened and a man in brown suit walked in, together with a lady, who was obviously the doctor with the white lab coat she had on the usual doctor's uniform. The man heaved a sigh of relief as he and the lady walked up to her bed. The doctor had a stethoscope around her neck.As soon as they got to her bed, the doctor sat on the edge of the bed. "You're up," she said to Isis