~Laurel~"What do you mean by you can't believe I just said all that?" I ran my hand through my hair frustratedly. "Someone had to put her in her place.""I didn't ask you to say those things to her. I didn't ask you to make a pick between the two of us. You said it yourself that Gen's my sister. Do you really think by telling her all those stuffs, she wouldn't have a reason to move out of this place?""Then I don't care! If she wants to leave, she can leave! I'm done fighting for someone who isn't worth fighting for. No child of mine would ever behave that way!""Laurel!" The door burst open and Kurt stepped in. He was so furious, the look on his face was murderous but he calmed a bit when he saw Mirabelle. "Honey, can you please leave us alone for a moment?"Reluctantly, Mira let her gaze roamed from Kurt's to mine. "Dad..""Mira?""Okay." Slowly, she started for the door, shut Kurt and I one last look before walking out and closing the door softly behind her.Kurt faced me. "You're
~Laurel~"Okay!" Freya exclaimed and picked her own paper from the table. The questions were sliced into thirty small papers and scattered facedown on the table so we were unable to decide which one to pick. "I'm next."She cleared her throat and peeked in her paper before looking up to Mark. "This one's easy, babe. What's my most awful meal?""Um," Mark scratched his hair and looked back at her. "Chicken soup.""Ew. He's right. I hate chicken." Freya said and pretended to gag. "Even the smell of it makes me wanna throw my guts up.""I'm next!" Lavinia picked her own paper and winked at Jason before gazing into it. "What are my types of panties?""Holy, moly! How the fuck am I supposed to know that?" Jasper scoffed and plopped back on the chair. "Am I...am I supposed to know that?"Lavinia narrowed her eyes at him. "Yes.""Okay. Bikini!" "Wrong. My type of panties are hipsters, you're supposed to know that.. we've been together long enough." Lavinia whispered groggily. "But panties
~Laurel~"Allow us, please." Phil and Kenneth who rushed over immediately after I parked my car said on seeing Kurt asleep on the backseat, the moment I opened the door."No, lemme handle him." I said with a smile and moved to pull him up from the seat."Is everything okay? What happened to him?" Phil asked, probably because they had never seen their boss this way before."He got drunk." Kenneth gasped while Phil's eyes shone in surprise. "That's a...um," Phil cleared his throat. "I don't believe you.""You're good to smell him if you want."To my surprise, Phil sniffled his shirt and squeezed his nose in a funny way. "That is uh..that is uh...a first. You sure he was in his right mind when he lifted that glass of liquor to his mouth?""Apparently, he was." I murmured, staring at Kurt who was still asleep on the backseat. "He just had to prove his point, didn't he?""Hey!" I slapped his arm. "Wake up!" His eyes fluttered open but I could tell he was still very much asleep. "Get up, y
~Laurel~"The fuck are we doing here?" I took Genevieve's hand on the table and squeezed. "Mind your language, will you?"She didn't respond, rather she pulled her hand away from mine and faced the view in front of us."So this is where the family's shooting gonna take place for your next exhibition," Bale explained, pointing to the display and arrays on the screen. "While, here, you have the settings of Mira's picture in the building, Mr and Mrs Kenton.""Thank you, Bale and...""So it has always been about your daughter huh?" Genevieve interrupted with a scoff. I took her hand again and squeezed. "Now, what the hell are you talking about?" I whispered.She flung her hand away from my hold and stood up abruptly, not minding the gazes of more than thirty board members on her. "Then why the fuck did you bring me here?! To show me that you've enough money to stick me to your asses for as long as you want?""You're embarrassing me, Genevieve, sit down." Kurt ordered."No, I'm sorry, Mr
~Laurel~My body shuddered as I threw my head back and screamed, the pleasure hitting me on a whole new different level.I sighed when he came back on top of me. "Keep it down, Laurel. I don't want someone to think I'm doing something unpleasant to you.""You're forgetting our room is soundproof." I kissed him long and hard, tasting myself on his lips. "God, I've missed this."He moved off me and shifted to his side of the bed, pulling me close to his body. "Yet you're so good at pretending.""I was once an actress, have you forgotten? Perhaps, I should give Hollywood a call and tell them I'm returning to the game."His grip around my waist tightened. "You wouldn't dare.''"Kurt, I don't really see the reason why you stopped me from acting. You know, it's something I enjoy doing the most and---''"You don't need the money. Tell me, how much do you need? I'll pay you ten times the amount they'll pay you for twenty seasons."I slapped his arm. "Asshole. I don't need your money. I was ne
~Laurel~"Something wrong with the food, Ryder?""No ma'am, it's just...I don't eat fish, I'm not a vegetarian though just that I never liked fish and um ..stuff."He was being cute, I could tell. "Waiter!" A man in a bow and tie scurried to our side in no less than three seconds."Yes ma'am?""Take his order, please." I pointed to Ryder who was fidgeting with his spoon. "And I'm sorry to have ordered for you, Ryder.""It's no problem, really, ma'am. Infact, I feel honoured." He said with a smile.Genevieve who was seated beside him, opposite me on the other hand, couldn't stop talking to me with her eyes. It almost felt as if she was silently begging me not to throw questions at him. Poor guy. I wasn't the type to just sit and not chat.I waited until the waiter came up with his order before I turned to my steak. "So, Ryder, what's your full name?" I stabbed at the crab in front of me and took a bite."Um, ma'am, it's Ryder Junior Pierce.""Pierce? Isn't that like, James Pierce? The
~Laurel~"Hey.""Hey."I slipped into bed beside him. "Who are you talking to?""A business partner. You okay?""Yeah. I'm just..um.. tired, I guess.""Okay." He slipped off the bed and stood up. "I'll just um.. quickly finish some stuffs in my office. Just notify me if you need anything."I got off the bed to stand in front of him. "I do need something now.""What is it?""You."He stared into my eyes for what looked like seconds before clearing his throat. "Laurel, look, I...""You don't want me anymore? Why? Kurt, you've been avoiding me for days now. You don't talk to me, you come in late and go out early in the morning, you don't even want to have sex with me anymore....""Laurel, listen...""No! I don't want to listen! It's always been about work. You have a meeting, something urgent crept up, you're late for work and so on! You don't have time for me anymore! Or even our family! Is there something going on that I'm unaware of?""What do you mean by that?""Are you having an aff
~Laurel~"Have you ever considered looking in a mirror?" A voice startled me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw Genevieve walking toward me with a champagne bottle and two glasses in the other. It was Saturday. A day I was supposed to spend indoors with my family or maybe, go out shopping with them or rather, get a tan or go sightseeing as a family but today, I didn't see a reason to. For starters, Kurt was unreachable and me, God, I was too weak and frustrated to even move, so I just decided to come out and spend time on the balcony, near the pool."Do you perhaps have one?" I asked teasingly as soon as she was in front of me. "I could borrow yours.""You look like shit." She dropped the bottle and the glasses on the table in front of me and took her seat."Thought no one noticed." I muttered more to myself than me."Well, I did." She popped the bottle open and filled a glass to the brim with the content from the bottle. "Thought you might need this to cool your sp