We walked into the party hands locked. I could feel their gazes on us as we walked in. The whispers in the air were like music to my ears. I can't begin to explain my satisfaction with seeing their puzzled faces. Dean was talking to one of the servers while I was busy checking up on some of the guests in attendance. I had to be on the lookout for a potential date. "That is our seat," Dean pointed at a table in the center of the room. It was as though the person who arranged the sitting position knew that I would be in attendance. I don't know about you, but you can't hide a rare beauty like me in a corner. "Nice," I whispered, and he looked at me with a scowl. I could tell he was a little confused, seeing how excited I was. "Shall we then?" I said as I wasn't prepared to tell him all about my plans to slay at the engagement party. He smiled and led me to the table. As I sat down, my eyes met Mrs. Caine's gaze. It seemed he had eyes on me from the moment I came, but I couldn't ca
One look at the caller, and he quickly excused himself. I took a sneak peek at his phone, and it had Ellen as the caller. I wonder what I was expecting anyway. I waved him off and went downstairs after a few minutes to see Dean speaking to Oliver. I couldn't help but imagine what he could be telling Dean with all seriousness if not to warn him to stay away from me. "Hey, is everything okay?" I was beginning to get worried." Dean asked the minute I came over. "Sorry, I should have called; I ran into a friend and had a little catching up," I said. "Oh, ok," Oliver gave me a side eye, but I ignored it. I walked away from both men with the excuse of getting something to eat. I took a plate to dish out food from the feast right before me. "The puppy has a new owner now." I heard Mrs. Caine's voice from behind me, but I ignored her anyway. The last thing I want is another confrontation with her. "You should take more food, you poor thing; I don't think that would be enough," she chuc
"I have always hated noisy places, but what could I do when my so-called date chooses a bar over every goddamn nice restaurant in the city? These billionaires and their weird tastes," Charmaine thought.I can't begin to explain how I'm feeling right now; my bodycon gown and 3 inch heels are really becoming too uncomfortable for me. If he had given me the slightest clue as to where we are headed tonight, I wouldn't even dare wear these. Well, I'm going to endure it all."Look at the big picture," she muttered to herself while patting her chest gently.Nothing good ever comes easy, and if going on these blind dates is going to take me out of poverty, then I would gladly suffer and smile.Let me rewind a bit to where it all began. I know some of you are a bit confused.My name is Charmaine Raven. I graduated college a few years ago, and just a few months after graduation, I got a job with CBS News as a reporter. I don't really mean to gloat, but I'm the real deal.I have carefully plann
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
"Charmer," I heard Oliver's voice from where I was sitting patiently waiting for him."Just the voice I want to hear," I whispered to myself. I clutched my hands together in an embrace to shield my body from the ferocious cold.I had stormed off the bar before I realized that I wasn't dressed properly for the terrible cold outside.Seeing what a terrible state I was in, Oliver took off his jacket and put it on me.He helped me stand to my feet. I knew how much he wanted to taunt me, but he was scared that I would burst into tears if he ever did.We got to his car, and he helped me in before going around to get us out of this stupid place.I couldn't protest when Oliver insisted on taking me home; I was in no state for arguments, and he wasn't ready to listen to me anyway.It was a beautiful white mansion; his father gave it to him on his 20th birthday.He didn't want to work for his father, yet he enjoys the benefits of being born loaded."What a world" He led me to his bedroom, cove
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 know I told you guys that I'm optimistic about this date, but honestly, I'm second-guessing it.All through the ride to our destination, I was still in disbelief that I had experienced that sh*t back there. Well, it's too early to pass judgment on him yet; I should give him the benefit of the doubt, right?"You don't seem too comfortable; is anything the matter?" I heard Damon ask."I'm perfectly fine," I said, faking a smile while trying to cover up my sour countenance."You look rather ravishing tonight."Well, he can be a lot of things, but he was sure right about one thing: I dressed to charm, and I guess it is working."Thank you." I raised the bouquet up while I inhaled it.It actually smelled lovely; the soothing smell of the roses helped calm my nerves and made me a bit more comfortable.The car came to a halt, and his men opened the door for us to get down.It was a fancy restaurant with beautiful scenery; thank God he didn't take me to a bar like one pervert that I know.W
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