“I’m pretty sure your friend saw something special in you before he entrusted his daughter in your care, William.” Julian~ William’s POV Flashback to 13 years ago=====> Simon pulled up in front of the mainland club and, not waiting for him to come and open my door for me as usual, I pulled myself out of the car and walked to his side. “You don’t have to wait for me, Simon. Leave the keys with the security, I’ll pick it and find my way home.” “Not to be rude, sir, but the last four times you’ve driven yourself home has been terrible. This is the fourth car in one week.” He reminded me like I was complaining. “Geez, I didn’t know I had a checker on my ass.” I faked a surprised tone, while my face displayed a boring outlook. He looked at me, “Sorry, sir, but I’m not leaving till you’re leaving.” “Fine! Since you enjoy suffering so much, stay.” I spat, before marching into the nightclub blazing with loud music. Today was one of those days. I’m not trying to shoot myself in the he
“I’m going to tell you everything just like I said I would, but you’ve got to promise you will not run out or treat me like a freak in the end.” William~ Flashback=====> “Lovely name Jean. Would you like to get out of here?” I asked. “Um sure.” She nods, a faint smile appearing on her face. Taking my hand, which was stretched out to her, she followed me and we came to my car parked outside. “It’s your car?” I bit my lips and nodded. “One of so many.” “And you said your name was?” “William McQueen. Do you like want to come home with me tonight?” The smile that has been on her face for a while now broadened, “Sure.” We got into the car talking and one thing led to another and before we knew we were each other’s focus. “I still don’t know how you took out those three guys without getting a scratch.” She said with amazement and intrigue. “Martial art classes.” Is the only thing I said in response. I joined martial art with Samuel's approval immediately after my parent’s funer
“Because we were friends once and believe it or not, I care about you.” Karen~ Flashback===> I couldn’t go to work that day. Jean was my concentration. So I called my secretary and told her I had family matters to attend to. Yes, I did, because I took the day to introduce Jean to everyone in the house and that day was also the first time since Samuel’s funeral that I saw Karen and I didn’t crash down or feel the pain I always felt when around her. Jean's eyes opened and her lashes slowly lifted as those beautiful blue eyes came into view. “Morning,” she murmured, rubbing her face slowly as she sits down. I turned to her from my computer system, which I was facing and working on, a wide grin on my face. There was a mirror in front of me, so I watched her sleep even while I was working. “It’s afternoon princess, I’m pretty sure it was afternoon when we fell back into bed to sleep.” She gave me a frown on her face, “Why do I feel like our wide, unending sex stopped you from going t
“I remember years back when things didn’t go his way he’d bury himself in his bar and drink until he’s wasted, but not anymore and I think I have you to thank for it.” ~Cassandra The next seven days I spent in Oxford were unbearable and for the first time in almost four years, I was eager and longing to go home. I want to see everyone at home, but I want to see William, which seemed most important to me. I want to tell him how sorry I am for everything that happened between us and for acting the way I did. Also, I am ready to listen and hear him out and I hope to God it isn’t too late. My bags already packed and as I finish with my final exams, I headed straight for the airport, which I had already booked the flight for a week back and I have to get to the plane. That’s all I have to do. The flight was long and a little stressful, probably because I’d spent last night reading, this morning taking the exam and now sitting on a flying plane, which I’d be sitting in for the next seven
“No, I didn’t, but I didn’t save her either.” William~ After dinner, William took us for a brief walk outside the house and you guessed it right, he was beside me. Since the past hour he’s return, he hasn’t allowed me to go anywhere on my own, and I don’t know if he thinks I’m going to runoff, which is impossible now. I love the alone time we have outside and although I want to ask, that has been bugging my mind for the last seven weeks; I want him to let it out at his own pace. We walk into the outside garden and we sit down on one bench set out the garden. “I know you want to know about Jean, and you don’t know how happy I am that you came although you had your fear.” “It wasn’t like you were going to come back either way.” I murmur, more to myself. He places his elbows on both his knees and rests his head on his hands. “I’m sorry for leaving, I just…” “I get it, William, if I was in your shoes, I would have done the same thing.” His hand takes mine into his. “The only other
“Too soon? You both have known each other since forever and you’ve both been in love for close to a decade. Nothing you do would too soon.” Chloe~ Karen’s POV “I could have saved her, but I didn’t. I was too furious, too outraged and hurt that I let her die, and I didn’t feel guilty.” I ask, seeing there is a lot of regret in his eyes and in his voice. “Then what changed that?” “They found her that day and when the police came to question me, I told them I didn’t know a thing about her plans to leave me, which was right because I didn’t and that I was in the office throughout that day. My car in the office garage proved my case, and I made sure Francis helped take me out of any implicating matter with being there at the scene of her death. I further ran a secret investigation to find out who Jean was working for, but I never could find him.” He sighs heavily. “instead, I learnt Jean was two months pregnant at the time of her death a week later.” “Oh my god,” I run my hand over my
“I didn’t lose everything, not the most important one.” William~ “Have you made the call?” I ask, turning to glance up at him through my lashes, though he’s still hugging me from behind. After a while of utter silence, “To?” he trails off because he must have obviously forgotten our earlier discussion and agreement. “To the church,” I groan and pull away, and this time he let me out of his grip. He raises his hands up in guilt, “In my defence, I was busy,” he defends himself. “It’s a call that would not take over three minutes.” “Don’t you think you should be the one to do it?” he asks. “I mean I haven’t been to church in eleven years.” He adds. “I already did, and that’s no excuse. William, I didn’t ask you to go to church. I just want our wedding in the church. After that you can choose never to go there.” He doesn’t look interested or convinced and I can’t help wondering “What’s your reason?” I cross my arms over my chest. The church has always been my dream place of having
"You with me is what makes it special and, to be honest, I could stay in a mud house and still feel happy because it’s with you." Karen~ It still a surprise that I woke up late for the most expected day of my life. It isn’t my fault though ‘cause the preparation ended late last night and though it wasn’t a compulsion to help out, I wanted to be involved in the little I could and a little can be a lot sometimes. After that, I went to compose my vow, and I finished at specifically eleven fifty-eight p.m. The wedding has scheduled to start at ten a.m. and the time is nine forty-five a.m. and I’m yet to have my make-up on, much less my wedding gown. “Oh, God, I’m going to go late! I’m the worse bride ever.” I cried bitterly in front of my dressing mirror as Mike, the make-up artist, work on the rollers on my hair. There is a matter-of-fact tone in Taylor’s voice as she answers, “No, you’re not.” Ever since the engagement party, Taylor and Varisha have been coming in from time to time