It was the last day of the working week and despite how much Cameron admired the work his company, he couldn’t wait to kick back, put up his feet and welcome the weekend. It would have been more satisfying if he had someone to share it with. A woman specifically. A special woman in particular. Those hazel eyes were the last things he thought of for two nights now before going to bed. They were hot, heavy and direct at him like an arrow. He tried not to think of the singer who had seduced him with her voice and her luscious body. It was easier said than done. However, whenever he remembered that she was a mother and possibly someone else’s wife, his desire cooled. Of all the women in the world he could develop an attraction to, it just had to be a married woman. He cursed his bad luck and checked the time on his wristwatch. It was few minutes past three. Lunchtime. Finally. His secretary worked silently in her corner, paying no attention to him as he walked past her. She was a p
Calista sat behind her desk, feeling proud of herself for keeping her word. Despite her shouting match with her twin brother, she took some time to rebuild her courage. Their family dinner had been ruined and Belfer had taken her home. Her office was exactly the way she had left it. The cleaners could not have access to it because it had been locked for two years. At her command, they had it tidied up for her and she got to work. She was behind on so much and only an hour after her arrival, her desk was piled with invitations, requests and approvals to emboss her signature on. It was overwhelming for a mind that had been dormant for a long while. “Get Hudson in here,” she wearily said to her secretary through the intercom. She leaned into her wheelchair, her glasses almost sliding off her nose. She had hoped they would be temporary but now, they were a permanent part of her life. At the corner of her office, her unfinished painting was propped against the wall and covered with a
“Mom, I don’t know why you keep doing this to yourself. I only take your calls because I respect you but it changes nothing. I am never coming back home and that’s it,” he concluded with a note of finality. “Don’t be stubborn, son. Just do it for my sake. Your brother has accepted to take your place on the board and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to anymore. Please come home—” “And be reminded everyday of my life that I am a failure because I could not be the man my father wanted me to be?” His question was met with silence from the other side of the phone and he smirked without humour. His mother might love him as she claimed but she could never go against her husband. “That’s what I thought. Good bye, Mom.” He ended the long distance call and dumped the phone beside him. Sometimes, he felt guilty of making his mother choose between her husband and her child but he never wanted her to have to pick sides. That was one of the reasons why he had left. He had jus
“No way,” Cameron disagreed, curling his lips at Kail’s suggestion. “I am not going in there tonight to watch you flirt with every female in a skirt.” Kail rolled his eyes childishly as Cameron drove his car into the club’s parking lot. “Dude, I don’t know what your problem is. Are you. . . are you gay? Is that it? Or not,” he took back his accusation when he saw Cameron’s scowl. He pursed his lips and thought of another approach to the topic. “It’s a club, man so it’s not my fault if there are women there. Besides, you enjoyed yourself the last time we were here.” Cameron looked away, afraid that Kail would discover how close the truth he really was. He had enjoyed himself because of that sexy singer. However, it would be pure torture to go back and stare at a woman who was taken. Did her husband even know what she was up to? What sort of man would allow his wife do such a demeaning job? It was none of his business but he could not help the bile of jealousy rising in his throat.
Liz froze, feeling the knife poke into her back relentlessly. Because it was dark, she could not see her attacker’s face and somehow, that made everything worse. “Ple-please, don’t hurt me,” she beckoned, pressing her palm against the inner pocket in her jacket where her night’s wages rested. “Then hand over the envelope, missy. I don’t have a lot of patience left.” Liz contemplated on her options. She knew some self-defense techniques but was fighting back really worth it? A vision flashed in her head and she saw herself bleeding on the ground. Her Annie would be alone with no one to take care of her the way only her mother could. No, it wouldn’t be worth it no matter how I look at it. There was no one passing by to help her and she would be gutted before she could scream. With a heavy heart, Liz dug her hand into her jacket and handed over her hard-earned money to the man behind her. He snatched it from her grip and roughly pushed her forward, making her stumble off balance
Huddling up in a stranger's car was the last thing Liz had expected to happen but the day had come with way too many surprises. For someone that fervently preached against strangers to her daughter, she realized she wasn't exactly the best teacher.“Is this the place?” Cameron's voice pierced through the silence in the car, causing Liz to drag her mind back to the present. Her eyes shifted from her hands to the building in front of her and she nodded slightly, confirming the location.The car eased to a stop as Cameron parked in front of Mrs Gladys home. From the dashboard, Liz could see it was way past 12am and she mentally braced herself. Nothing could help her escape the woman's wrath tonight.Stilling her mind, Liz pulled on the car's inner handle and got out of it. Cameron's eyes followed her movements as she made her way to the front door and even though she wasn't ready to admit it, she silently hoped he would go with her. Swallowing heavily, Liz dragged a deep breath and pres
“How do you find someone that doesn't want to be found?” Calista thought out loud with her eyes glued to the screen of the computer in front of her. Her search was getting infuriating as the minutes went by. Emily who had unsuccessfully tried to pry her away from the system, lifted her head up to stare blankly at her sister. Thankfully, Cameron had stayed with Calista—till she felt better—before leaving but the last thing Emily had expected was for her to go on a hunt for the mystery artist.“You don't.” Emily responded bluntly, returning her attention to the book in front of her. It was late in the night and she had an early morning flight to catch but she had risked her highly needed sleep to stay with an oddly hyper sister.Calista shot Emily a glare before moving her eyes back to the screen. Hell's Demon exhibitions and auditions were sprawled out all over the screen. Videos, pictures and even files that showed everything about the artist was displayed on the screen but nothing w
“What makes you think you can come in here and tell me what to do?!” A mask of confusion spread over Chad's face as he looked at the woman in the wheelchair whose presence and authority almost made him forget about her disability.She had a charged air around her that dared him to make a wrong move or to say something he shouldn't. Chad could see she wasn't in a good mood but he was curious as to why she had removed such a masterpiece from his…the public's eyes.Clenching his jaw slightly, he stared down at her and repeated words that seemed to rattle her further. “Hang the painting back.” her eyes darkened with rage and Chad mentally stilled himself for what was to follow.“You don't get to waltz in here and tell me how to run my place, sir. I'd advise you leave.” her gaze was unwavering and her voice was steady. If they were to get into a staring competition, she was sure to win with the way she was boring holes into his firm chest.Chad was oddly amused as his eyes strolled down he