Enora: I was at my laptop when I heard a knock at the door. I took a deep breath and said nothing. I didn't want to see him. That was something that I was certain of. The knock came again but I continued typing away at my laptop, ignoring the knocking for all I was worth. Finally, the door creaked open. "Enora?" He came into my room without permission. I guess that was count one on the official list of charges I was holding against him. "What do you want?" I asked coldly, not turning around to look at him but rather focusing on the spreadsheet that I had displayed on the screen. "You haven't eaten all day. I have ordered dinner. You should eat something. It's for your own good." I scoffed, just loud enough for him to hear, without turning my head. "I won't be eating with you. You don't have to worry about that. L be going out to eat tonight. Alone." I could imagine the dumbfounded expression on his face as I grabbed my jacket and threw it over what I was wearing. He didn't
Enora:My jaw slackened and my eyes searched around the room. Shock and anger mingled and waved through me.He... He was here?"Where are you? What are you even doing here?"He chuckled slightly and a frown crossed my face. There was nothing funny about being a stalker. This was weird and out of turn, especially for him."This isn't funny. Where? Are? You?""Look up."I did and there he was, sitting at a table a few meters away from me, in a black shirt and trousers.He waved but I didn't dare return it. He was crazy. He had to be for him to have the audacity to follow me all the way here."Miss, have you decided on what to eat?"The waiter was back and I was cornered: use the insane amount of money he sent to me to pay for my meal or leave and send it back to him."You know what? I don't think I'll be eating here anymore. There's nothing wrong. I just lost my appetite."The waiter looked astonished as I got up and so did Mr. Wright. It served him right.The evening breeze cooled my a
Enora: My body felt weak. His angry eyes drank me all in and I felt his body press into me."Don't think that I am not mad at you for just walking out on me. You have been acting strange and I want to know why."My jaw nearly reached the ground. I was acting strange? Hew was the one who was so cold to me yesterday and suddenly pulled a lever today and kissed me out of the blue. Did I really have to mention that I was still mad that I saw Crystal with him?The elevator door sprung open, and I should have known better than to expect a nice casual walk to the penthouse door."Can you stop carrying me like this?!"I was on his shoulder once again and was beating it as hard as I could he opened the door.As soon as he got in, he locked the door and placed me down.He was so infuriating! As soon as my feet touched the tiled living room, I bolted for my room.The door locked behind me and I twisted the key in the lock and sank to the floor. This was getting ridiculous."Enora, open the door
Nathan:My bedroom door closed behind me and I was in my room alone. She knew. She was on to me and it was all because I couldn’t keep myself together around her.Whisky wasn’t going to solve this one. I had a feeling that this was going to go horribly.Fuck! I should not have gone to the restaurant after her but I just couldn’t take it. I just couldn’t take the thought of someone else with her. I couldn’t bear the thought that she was so mad at me that she would be in someone else's company.Damn it!I plopped myself down on the chair and placed my hand on my chin. God, what was I going to do?My eyes stared into the void. My mind was filled with thoughts that whizzed past me at the speed of light.Soon, there was a knock at my door. I jerked and stared at the door as it opened with a creak and Enora popped her head inside, freezing as she saw me on my chair, looking at her.“Enora…”“I just came to get your clothes ready for tomorrow. I don’t want to be late again.”The way she cut
Enora:I was barely able to sleep last night. All I could think about was the anger on Mr. Wright's face.Damn it, Enora! You went too far. You were mad but you should have been more careful with your speech.I wrangled myself out of bed and waddled to the bathroom. It was a cold bath. Perfect for waking me up properly. As the water wey my hair, all I could think about was the anger on his sculpted face, the way his eyes burned and his handsome lips pursed together.What was wrong with me? Why did I have to mess things up?“He messed things up too,” my inner voice chimed in.Nothing could convince me that his stalking last night wasn’t just crazy but I felt I had said way too much.Water trailed on the floor behind me as I stepped out of the bathroom. As I stood in the mirror, dressing up, I observed my body.I was mad at him but I missed him. I missed his kisses and the way he touched me and fucked me. Maybe I should apologize?My reflection stared back at me, clad in a black peplum
Enora:No! No! No!This... This couldn't be! How!Blood drained from my face and I felt a chill ripple through me. My fingers, my whole body felt stiff.My eyes didn't blink, and I could feel it drying up and stinging, but I didn't care.I wanted to cry so badly but I couldn't. My heart was beating in slow motion and each beat shook me."Miss Lopez?"I didn't know when I sprang back into action and slammed the laptop closed as I heard the door open."Miss Lopez, we have more work for..."I swerved on my chair and was face to face with a stunned Ms. Catherine."Hey. I... I'll get the work done."I reached for the papers in her hands but she didn't give them to me. Her eyes were wide as she searched my face."Enora... "This was the first time she had ever used my first name."... Are you sure you're alright? You look quite pale."The smile I mustered was so fake but it was all I could manage. She saw right through me but I wasn't about to admit that something was wrong."I'm fine. Just
Nathan:Enora’s hand was tightly wrapped in mine as I pulled her down the staircase. i noticed the eyes that were looking at us as we left the building. One of them had to be the culprit. I knew it and I was dying to find out who it was.She got inot the car and I got back behind the steering wheel. The ires screeched on the asphalt as I reversed and headed down the street. The space between us was painfully silent. All I could think about was the picture that I had seen. It was taken the day I took her on the dining table.I drew a deep breath. the picture was crystal clear. The way we were wrapped in pure passion was undeniable. I couldn’t believe that we were being watched. How was that even possible. I had no security cameras installed in my penthouse for maximum privacy.We turned the corner and I was still lost in deep thought. Maybe I shouldn’t be taking her back to the penthouse. If someone was watching us, it was likely that the culprit was waiting there.“Mr. Wright?–”He so
Enora:I clung to his arm as we took the elevator. This was the craziest work trip I had ever gone on. I could only hope that this was the last.As we gave the receptionist our keycard, I saw a frown spread across her face. She glanced at our suitcases and frowned even more. I wasn’t going to be flattered that she missed me. But I would certainly miss our silent rivalry.The car was still in the parking lot, and I watched Mr. Wright intently as he hauled everything into the boot. His eyes glistened in the evening sun and I felt my heart skip a beat.I loved this man. It felt too early to say it but I felt my heart go out to him.Mmmm… I just didn’t know how I was going to tell this to my best friend. I.. I needed more time. I had always been awful when it came to boys and my feelings. It could just be a fling. It was probably going to go away on its own.That’s right, Enora. Don’t get too attached.“What are you thinking about?”His deep, silky voice caught my attention, and I was tug
Enora:I didn’t know what came over me. It was a final desperate attempt to save myself. My face was in pain, my body ached, and my pride was shattered. I never expected this from Anthony. Why? I thought he genuinely liked me and thought I had hurt him by letting him down. But it was all a ploy, a little part of a grand scheme, but unfortunately, he had hit a rock. While he was distracted, mocking Mr. Wright, I found an opening. I moved my legs slowly, freeing them from his grasp and finally letting the blood run through my numb muscles. I only had one shot at this. One shot or I would be raped and I would have to live with that regret for the rest of my life. I really thought that Anthony just wanted to talk, just wanted closure for what I had told him earlier. How wrong I was. I was foolish to have stayed alone with him. And now, I had everyone in trouble. I could only imagine what was wrong with George.With the little energy I had, the kick was explosive, right to his groin. A
Nathan:I couldn't stop pacing. Wine glass in hand, thoughts flying, my eyes darting to my phone every few minutes.She hadn't called me. Her part was supposed to start at 7pm, and it was almost 10pm. Yet, nothing from her.The wine I sipped did nothing to calm my frayed nerves. No calls, no texts. What was she doing?I slipped into a chair and sighed, my mind going haywire.Fun? Was she having fun without me? Who else could she be smiling with?My grip on my glass tightened. She told me that those bastards weren't coming. Did she lie to me?No. She couldn't have. My kitten didn't lie, and even if she did, I would know.I exhaled and checked my watch. Time was moving slowly, and it drove me up the wall."Fuck it!"I grabbed my phone and sent a text. I wanted to be sure that she was not with those predators. I hated them. Even hate wasn't sufficient.The reply was instant. And I heaved a sigh of relief. She wasn't with them. I could rest a little better.I walked over to my desk and go
Enora:“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, standing up from the sofa and staring at Anthony with hate and suspicion.He stood up as well and walked towards me, smiling wickedly as he took me in with lust and disdain.“You had to have known that this was coming, Enora,” he said darkly, chuckling dryly and looking to the door as if he expected someone to come in.“You know, there's just something about you in the office that just doesn't seem to sit well with me.”I backed away, trying my best to increase the distance between the both of us. “Stay away from me!” I yelled, but Anthony’s laughter just continued to become more sinister. Where the hell was George? He should have realized that something was amiss by now.“If you're thinking about your buff gardener, just know that he was incapacitated a few minutes ago. He won't be coming to your aid, Enora.”My heart skipped a beat. What was happening? How the hell did I end up this deep in trouble? Who was he? Was he even the real An
Enora:Nicki took centre stage and called for a game of charades. Everyone began to pair up in twos. Luke was still with Emily, Jay was with Gina, Eliot opted out of the game and surprisingly, Anthony paired up with me. I was a little uneasy as he sat next to me. We weren’t on speaking terms but at least he wasn’t mad enough to detest me and avoid me like I was the black plague. “Alright, I believe you all know the rules of this game. The first team to guess gets a point. No cheating and no trying to make your teammate win by using any funny hand signs. G, you’re up.”Gina took the stage and pulled a paper from the hate. She looked at it and made a face. I could only imagine what the hell she picked.Soon she raised her hands above her head and began to bend in the funniest way. The crazy guesses commenced.“Line!”“Straight!”“Balloon guy!” She shook her head and lowered her hand. She imitated someone who was drawing and went back to her first action. “You are an artist! Decaprio
Enora:There was a heavy silence in the room. All eyes were fixed on Eliot, on one knee, holding out a ring. Bridget was dumb dumbfounded. For a few minutes, she was unable to say anything and I couldn’t blame her. This was a shock to all of us. Eliot had just cheated on her and now he was trying to propose to her. “Bridget, please say something.”Bridget said nothing as was still staring at the ring in disbelief, like it was all part of a dream, that her ex-boyfriend of just a day ago was proposing to her.“Bridget, I…”A resounding slap filled the room and everyone’s hands flew to their mouths and gasps rippled inthe room. I was stunned. Bridget was not a fighter and she wasn’t one to lose her head over things but I could understand her reaction to this.“You cheated on me with some girl named, Vanessa, and now you have the audacity to show up to this party uninvited to prose to me?! How stupid are you? How stupid do you think I am?”Her voice was raised and was shakey. I wanted
Enora:It was 6:45 pm. The guests were going to be here any moment from now. I was dressed and so was Bridget. It also turned out that her yelling on the phone was beneficial. The bakery was able to deliver just in time. The macrons were perfect, I didn't want to seem greedy but I had had my eyes on them all day since they arrived. I had even tried to snatch one but eagle-eyed Bridget had caught me just before I could pick one off the tray. She had also made a call to Choi’s and they promised to bring some food. Bridget put it all on her tab and I was so grateful to her. This party wouldn’t have been a success without her. By 7:00 pm sharp, the first guests arrived. There was a knock at the door and I opened it to see Gina standing there all dolled up in a beautiful black dress. It had been a while since I saw her but I could tell that she was in good spirits. I took it that she got the memo from Mr. Wright and that she was innocent. I was happy that she was back to her beautiful
Enora:"Enny, who is at the door?” Bridget called from inside. I was too ashamed to say anything and Anthony came inside behind me. I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was pissed. His smiley and carefree attitude had vanished into thin air and he was icy and distant.“Hey, Tony,” Bridget said with a smile but her smile quickly vanished and she looked at me with shock. Her eyes were everything but there was no way that I could tell her what was going on as well. She was just as involved as she was. “I’ll go and get the ladder from George. You two can decide where to hang the banner.”She left–I really wished she didn’t–I was alone with Anthony. He came to stand in front of me and I forced my head up to look at his heated expression.“What the hell, Enora,” he said roughly, his voice just a few shades away from a yell. I have been trying to reach you for almost three days. You just ghosted me. No calls, texts, voice notes and to make matters worse, you wouldn’t even return a
Chapter 213Enora:There was a knock at my door and my phone dropped from my hand. I looked at the time, it was still very early in the morning. It had to be Bridget. As I opened the door, she stood there in a very unfashionable top and a pair of dark purple sweatpants.Compared to yesterday, she was in a much better mood and she wore a warm smile on her face.“Hey, I hope you're ready because we're going to be very busy today,” she said excitedly and she entered my house.She was clutching a little bag, her hair was tied in a messy ponytail. It was one of those rare sights, seeing Bridget unfashionable and unkempt in the morning. Even when her hair was a messy sight, she was still so pretty.As she entered my living room, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.“Are all these for the party?” She asked, heading over to my centre table.“Yeah, I also bought a few things for myself. Turns out I'm running out of shampoo.”She reached for my hair and ruffled it playfully. “Of course, you
Chapter 212Enora:Saturday came faster than I had expected. I even slept in. Bridget and I had been on the phone for so long, last night that we both fell asleep on each other during the call. I was still trying to roll out of bed when my phone began to ring. I grabbed it sleepily and saw that it was Bridget.“Hey girl,” I said with a yawn as I pressed the green button. “How are you?”“Good,” she replied even though she was just as sleepy as I was. “I’ll be coming over to your place soon. Get out of bed so that we can get this party started.”I chuckled sleepily. “You’re still in bed too. Don't call the kettle black.”“I am certainly not calling any pots or kettles black,” she argued playfully. “Get out of bed sleepy bones. We have a lot to do.”The call ended and I got out of bed. The floors were cold and my toes curled as soon as they touched them. A thought immediately forced me awake and I hurried to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the doors behind me, I pulled down my trou