I run out of the car once we arrive at the hospital. I walk into the lobby and quickly walk to the front desk to ask about Uncle Jack.
“Please, I am here to see Jackson James,” I say to the woman at the front desk wearing a nurse uniform.
“He is still in surgery. You can wait in there,” She says, pointing to the door by her left.
“Why is he in surgery? What happened to him?”
“He was shot,” The nurse says,
I feel my legs suddenly give out that I have to use the desk to stop myself from falling. I don’t want to believe her words.
“Shot, He was shot? How? Why? How” I ask the nurse multiple times because I don’t understand why my Uncle was shot.
“I don’t know why my dear, but the doctors are doing everything they can to save him.”
“Why would someone shoot my Uncle? Why?” I ask no one, in particular, this time. I feel someone wrap t
Work was a bit stressful today. I had a lot of things to catch up on because of the two weeks leave. Vivienne was supposed to help me with most of my workload while I was away, but not surprisingly, she didn’t. I switch off all the applications on my computer and shut it down. I pick up my purse and walk to the elevator. I walk outside to find a cab home once I get to the ground floor.I am looking for a cab in the streets when Mr. Jason pulls up in front of me. I know it’s him because of the car.“Hello, sir,” I say once he rolls down the window.“Get in”“Thank you, sir,” I say, entering the car.“Are you going to the hospital?” He asks once I put on my seatbelt“Yes, I am” I wonder how he knows I am going to the hospital.“No problem, I will take you there and tomorrow don’t come to work. I will pick you up to go shopping,” He says, driving.
It's been a few hours since we arrived at Mr. Jason's grandmother's party. When we arrived, Mr. Jason did something very unusual. He introduced me to his grandmother. I was able to find out that she is his maternal grandmother, and she hates me, or so I think. I am not sure. When Mr. Jason introduced me to her as his secretary, the way she looked at me told me she does not like me, but I might be wrong.I am at the bar, drinking alone as always when I escort Mr. Jason to parties. I wonder why he even brings me along. I always run away from him once I get the chance to and end up spending the whole evening at the bar. I actually don't mind following him since there are always open bars at these events he takes me to.I am reading a novel on my phone when someone interrupts me by tapping on my shoulder. I turn around, and it's Mr. Jason's grandmother."Hi," I say, standing up to meet her."Come with me," She says, leading the way. I follow after her, wonder
I am getting ready with Amber for a party on Mr. Crawford's yacht. These rich people have a lot of parties. I can't remember the last time I spent my weekend at home. Mr. Jason is always taking me for one party to another. I asked Amber to escort me tonight to the party. I felt it would be nice to be with someone I know and get along with at these parties for once.We are waiting for Mr. Jason to arrive as we get ready. Mr. Jason is taking us to the party and why he chose to go to the party with me is a mystery. I am putting on my earrings when I hear a car honking outside. Mr. Jason must be here. I quickly check myself in the mirror before I walk out of my room to join Amber, waiting by the door so we can leave. Amber is wearing a princess-cut deep v neckline dress of embroidered tulle in shades of blue.We walk outside and find Mr. Jason standing beside his car, waiting for us. As I walk closer to him, he checks me out from head to toe. The dress I am wearing was not
On Monday, I went to work with a thousand thoughts in my mind. I’m wondering how things are going to be now after what happened on Saturday. That night after Mr. Crawford and I left the room. I avoided him the whole night. I even left the place before him so he wouldn't have to take me home. I planned to call in sick today, but I knew he would know it was because we kissed during the weekend. My decision to not be with him still stands. I won't lie. I enjoyed the kiss and would want him to kiss me again, but it does not change the fact that Mr. Crawford hurt me, and one kiss will not make that change. I’m walking out of his office after placing his coffee on his desk. I was so happy when I came in and didn't see him. Maybe he had an early morning meeting or is running late. I doubt he’s late because he never is. I’m about to step out of his office when someone grabs my hand. The person pulls me close to them, and my nose gets hit by his intoxicating cologne. His scent is divine. Befo
“Good morning, Eleanor,” Mr. Jason greets first before me. This is the first time since I started working for him that he has greeted me first.“Morning, Mr. Jason”“Did you like them?” He asks, referring to the flowers.“Yes, I did” My whole house is filled with flowers that hold cards saying sorry from you. Of course, I like them. I can’t even believe you sent them and apologized.“That’s good to hear. Come,” He says, gesturing for me to come to his side of his desk. I walk over to him, wondering what he wants. “I am happy you like them,” He says, taking my hands in his. “I can touch you now, right?” He asks while holding my hand“Yes, you can, but I need to tell you something.”“I am listening,” He says, putting his full attention on me. I have never had his full attention before. This is so new and unbelievable. Where i
Today is Saturday; I am dressed and waiting for Mr. Jason to arrive. I don't know if what I am wearing is appropriate for where we are going since he didn't tell me. I am wearing a silk-like mini wrap dress. I hope it's okay for where ever we are going too. My phone vibrating in my lap brings me back from my thoughts. I check and see it's Mr. Jason calling. He must be here. I pick up my handbag from the coffee table and walk to the door.I step outside and see Mr. Jason dressed very differently from his usual suit. This is the second time I am seeing him dressed casually. He is wearing a grey short-sleeved t-shirt that shows off his biceps and a pair of brown pants. He takes off his shades as I walk closer to him."You must be dreaming if you think I would allow you to wear that," He says once I am in front of him."What's wrong with my dress?""Are you really asking me what's wrong with it?""Yes""It's too short.""You want me to ch
Another day at work, I walk inside Mr. Jason's office after knocking several times with no response. I wonder where he is this early in the morning. I am placing his coffee on his table when someone startles me from behind."Boo," Mr. Jason says,"Mr. Jason," I say, placing my hand above my racing heart. "You scared me" I didn't hear his footsteps while I was keeping the coffee on his desk."What did I say about calling me Mr. Jason when we are alone," He says, spanking my ass. I can't believe he was serious about spanking me every time I call him Mr. Jason. I hold my ass looking horrified with what this man just did to me in his office."I can't believe you did that again," I say, rubbing the spot he spanked."Did it hurt?" He says, sounding worried once he notices me rubbing the spot. He puts his whole attention on my ass. I don't know why but I find this whole situation funny. The way he looks so worried that a little tap on my ass could hurt me
Today is the day of my date with Mr. Jason. I am excited to be going on my first date with him. I could not stop smiling as I got ready. Mr. Jason did not tell me where he is taking me, but at least he told me we are going out for dinner. I put on the dress Amber helped me pick. It’s a white draped off-the-shoulder dress. Speaking of Amber, things between her and Evan are great. They started dating after the party on Mr. Crawford’s Yacht. I am so happy Amber gave Evan a chance.I walk outside to meet Mr. Jason after I receive his text that he is here. I step outside expecting to see him outside waiting for me but instead, it’s Andrew I meet. As I walk closer to the car, Andrew opens the back door, and Mr. Jason steps out looking handsome as always dressed in one of his Armani suits. He walks over to me as I walk towards the car. He stops in his tracks once he is just a foot away from me. He looks at my dress, and I wonder what is wrong with it now. He always