Nicole. I stood frozen as I tried to think myself out of this. No, this can’t be happening. This….. it wasn’t possible. There’s no way that could be her, there’s no way that could be my….. I shook my head, I must be going mad. I think I am. I was there when they were bringing her down in that casket, I was there when they closed it, and when the whole thing was done. I was there, so how the hell is she here? Too much thinking has made me mad. I laughed as I shook my head. “Nicole,” she called again, but I didn’t turn around. It wasn’t her, maybe I was hearing things. “Please look at me, Nikki,” she called, and that got a reaction from me. What? Slowly, I turned around, hoping it wasn’t just my ears playing tricks on me. Hoping it was…. I didn’t know I was crying until the tears rolled down my cheeks. It was her. My heart beats faster and louder as I stare at the familiar face I have imprinted in my head. She was standing before me, looking okay and not….. not dead. “H
Nicole.The car ride was silent. My whole body was still shaking from the encounter I just had with Jackson.‘A whore’That’s what he called me. I have been nothing but faithful to him for the past three years, we have been married, and this, this is what I get from him.There was no sight of remorse in his eyes after he called me that, the fucking bastard.Who does he think he is to call me that?“Are you alright?” The silence was broken by Rowan’s question.I let out a sigh. I don’t think I’m alright, though; I don’t think I will ever be.“I am.”“You sure?” He asked again, and that caused me to look at him.“Why would you think I’m not alright when I have just told you that I am?” I asked.“I can tell you’re still mad with how tightly you’re clenching your fist.” His eyes looked at my hand, and I followed his gaze; truly, he wasn’t lying.“I hope that isn’t for me.” He joked, and my lips tugged at the side a bit.I feel a bit better than I did before leaving the restaurant. Rowan d
Jackson.My teeth ground together as I take a good look at the people before me. My blood boils as rage filled me, what the fuck is she doing her and to make the whole thing worse she was with fucking Steele.“Diana,” I called, moving closer to her without knowing I was dragging Laura with me.“Jackson,” she called, staring at me with her eyes wide open like a thief caught stealing.What is she doing here? And with him?“What are you doing here?” I asked, forcing myself not to unleash every single anger in my body.Before she could answer, and I realized my question was stupid, I turned my gaze to the man standing beside her. His fucking hand was still wrapped around hers causing me to grind my teeth tighter so I wouldn’t do anything stupid.I’m already thinking of some stupid stuff I could do to him right now.“What is he doing here? Why are you together?” I asked the one question I have been waiting to ask since I saw her.They looked like they were either going into the restaurant
Jackson.I was pissed at Laura after the lady left and didn’t let her stay to say what she wanted, although she did yell at me for not introducing her as my girlfriend. I mean, she isn’t my girlfriend, she’s just carrying my child. There’s a big difference between them.I ran my hand through my hair over and over again for the past hour now I couldn’t stop staring at my laptop and then calling Giselle to know if she had received any emails from HT today, but her reply was still the same thing.I haven’t called her for an hour now, I kept myself busy with other paperwork that needed my urgent attention and when I was done, I decided to call her.“Giselle, anything yet?” I asked, and she let out a breath while muttering something that sounded like a minute.“No, Mr Davenport. There hasn't been any email, I promise to call you once it comes through.” I thanked her and hung up.Fuck!I needed this partnership to work more than ever; I didn’t want to say this, but my company was facing a b
Nicole. I have been panicking since Rowan sent me the restaurant address where we will be having dinner with his sister and William. I thought I was ready for this, ready to go out, but apparently I have nothing to wear. I remember leaving the dresses Jackson bought for me at his house. After contemplating for almost the whole evening, I decided to go in just simple jeans and a shirt. I don’t mind going this way, it wasn’t like Rowan and I were going on a date. This is with his sister and his nephew(whom I do not want to disappoint.) I left the hotel, and in a matter of thirty minutes, I was able to locate the restaurant; thankfully, it wasn’t as fancy as I’d thought. I brought out my phone and sent a text to Rowan asking what table they were but he replied he was coming out to take me. I looked around the place, too many cars were parked outside the restaurant, which meant there were many people in there. Great. Just what I do not want. “Well, look who decides to show up at th
Jackson.I walked into the company in a sour mood, after that conversation with my mom I felt extra stupid for letting them do that to Nicole.I could have stopped it, I know and it already happened and there’s no way for me to go back in time.“Good morning Mr Davenport. Your eight o'clock is ready for you.” Giselle, my secretary said as soon as I stepped out of the elevator.“Alright, how about the one at HT, have you gotten a reply from them yet?” I asked hoping she would give back a positive reply.Working with HT would be like a dream come true for me, it was one of the most successful and influential companies and the owner of it was unknown. Nobody knows or has seen the owner but the company flourishes and partners with other companies.I sent a letter to them wanting a collaboration between our companies and since then I haven’t gotten a reply.“Yes, I did get one this morning. The email stated they would be sending someone over today to go over the plan you have in mind and t
Nicole.I didn’t call because I didn’t want to call him after our encounter but because I didn’t want to offend Jackson by talking to him after he clearly told me not to mingle with Rowan again.I didn’t call him because I had been trying to get my life back in order after coming back from the shopping mall that night.“I’m so sorry for not calling. I didn’t mean to—“ he cut in while shaking his head.“It’s okay. I didn’t say that to make you feel bad, I know you must have had something important to do to forget someone like me.” He said and all I did was stare at him.“What do you mean by that?” I asked.Before he could reply, the waitress came with my order. She carefully dropped the burger in front of me and the chilled soft drink then turned to Rowan.“Is there—“ she paused and then smiled brightly.“Your usual right?” She asked, causing me to frown.“Yep,” she turned and left.“Do you visit this place often?”“Yes. William and Chloe visit here almost every day, they drag my ass t
Nicole. There’s nothing more I hate than staying in a hotel room alone: it always feels like I’m being spied on. I could stay in with anyone but not by myself. I had a hard time sleeping last night even when I tried to sleep; I kept reminding myself countless times that I needed rest. That I wasn’t alone and I needed all the rest I could have but sleep eluded me. The event of two nights ago wouldn’t stop playing in my head again and again and I fucking hate it. I hate having a vivid image of Jackson’s impassive face while his family was dragging me out. He doesn’t have to say it but I knew he wanted it. He wanted me gone. And I left without begging him because I knew there was no point in begging him to let me stay. I paid for the only room available in a motel that night before moving to a hotel. If I felt uncomfortable in a hotel I felt worse staying in a motel. I spent my day locked up in my room, throwing up in the morning and not having any bit of energy to start my
Jackson.I should have said or done something when my mom, sister, and Laura were pushing Nicole out of the house. It was dead at night and I knew she wasn’t safe out there but I didn’t do anything.I stood there and watched them push her out.I closed my eyes and let out a groan, I can still see how she looked at me after mom slapped her and as they dragged her out of the house.I felt like she had been betrayed—I would also feel that way if that was happening to me.I rubbed my forehead and went upstairs, shutting Laura out because I wanted to be alone. I needed to think.I was so mad at Nicole for issuing a divorce after everything I had dropped just to be married to her that I didn’t know when I picked up my phone and called her father.I wanted him to know what his daughter had done and what her actions meant to our deal. He begged me to rethink my decision but I think he’s begging the wrong person, he should call his daughter and ask her to stop her madness. She was hurt because