MISS GOLD DIGGER

It was a beautiful morning, and the very thought of spending the rest of my life on money made it splendid.I went about my day wearing a broad smile and greeting every single person I met. I carefully selected everything I needed for the dinner date and visited the saloon earlier for finishing touches before I rushed home to dress up.It was 7 p.m. when my phone rang, I picked it up, and it was him.Yeah, I mean him, my prince charming with running over pocket. I looked out the window, and there were three SUVs parked outside. I grabbed my clutch and dashed out.He wasn't as handsome as he looked in the picture, but who cares? Money covers everything, and besides, who cares about looks when he is loaded?He steals glances at me once in a while. I knew I charmed him already, but I still need to keep my A game up.All the way to God knows where he was taking me I had a lot of things I imagined were waiting for me where he was taking me. I could see myself leaping for joy at a well-deco

The beautiful smell of coffee saturated the air as I stood waiting for my turn at a coffee shop.I don't know about you, but taking coffee every morning helps recharge my system for the battle that awaits me at the office.I mean, I love my job, and I'm practically good at it, but it's so overwhelming that I would give anything to stop working.My captain isn't helping matters; I mean, her sole aim of waking up every morning is to make my life miserable at the office.I mean, I wasn't the lady that snatched her husband away from her, but why she is hellbent on making life at work miserable and dreadful beats my imagination.I have rehearsed a couple of times how I would shove my ID card down her throat when I finally get my prince charming."Good morning"I greeted two of my colleagues standing outside, taking a smoke. Well, good for them. Mrs. Tanner would have my head for coming to work late. I wonder what she would think if I had to excuse myself early in the morning to take a smo

I opened my eyes to the sound of my alarm clock. I lay down on the bed, wondering what I had just dreamt about. The more I thought about it, the more disgusted I felt. I didn't dream about Damon's hard, hot body pressing on mine, but Olivers."Ewwh," it was really grossing me out. I looked around, and that was when I noticed that I was actually in my bedroom."I can't remember falling asleep here," I thought to myself. Of course Oliver carried me into my bed. I jumped off the bed to find out what had happened to my mischievous best friend. I saw him in my kitchen making breakfast.I kept mute for a while. I wanted to understand why I had dreamt about him. There was nothing so appealing about him; he didn't grow any inch taller than he was, his hair was a bit scattered, and it was the same Oliver, who, although born with a diamond spoon, refused to work for his family. I was grossed out just looking at him.I made up my mind to visit the clinic today, and since there is no logical expl

Oliver dropped me off at home; he had a family emergency he needed to attend to. I didn't bother him with the details, as I was feeling not so good tonight."Goodnight charmer""Night"He drove off after promising to check up on me later on. It wasn't Mom's memorial today, but why my thoughts are flooded by only her memories beats me. There were days I missed her more, and I sometimes wish she was still alive."Why am I thinking about her tonight?""Maybe because I met someone who suffered a great deal at the hands of a man like Mom did," I thought to myself.I asked mom a couple of times before her passing what happened to my father, but she would always wave it off. At one point, I thought mom didn't want me to be with my father.I remember rebelling a couple of times. I had packed my bags many times, ready to run away from home to meet him wherever he was."Dumb little girl," I cursed out.It was my 16th birthday; there was no birthday cake, no special dinner, just the same old che

I was still asleep when I heard my phone beeping. I couldn't hold back my dislike for that disturbing sound. I searched for the phone, half asleep, and quickly tossed it on the couch in a quest to silence it.I tried going back to sleep, but it was virtually impossible. I turned from one end to the other, forcing myself back to sleep, but I just couldn't sleep."Who just ruined my beauty sleep?" I screamed as I jerked off the couch.I just wanted to end whatever it was that just disturbed my sleep. I grabbed the phone only to see George's name."Shit!" I screamed out.That was when I realized I had ditched him last night. I checked further and noticed that he called a couple of times yesterday night. I was too occupied to notice when my phone rang. I felt really bad, and I can't begin to imagine how he felt when I turned out to be a no-show at yesterday's dinner. I was so worried and occupied with Oliver's issue that I forgot I had a date to attend.Speaking of Oliver, I remembered ou