Cynthia had walked out to breath some fresh air and didn't expect to meet the last man she wanted to ever see in her entire life. She walked to the gardens and took a seat by a flower bush, not far away, she could see two men talking, it was not hard to tell that it was Jeffrey and Drake, the two friends. Cynthia smirked and turned to the tulips, they were beautiful.She smiled, she didn't know how she came to love flowers but her parents weren't that way. Remembering her mother and father, she also remembered Beatrice Larson and she didn't understand why she felt something strong between them.Her eyes threatened to tear up when she remembered her question. Parents, she sighed and patted herself on the arm, "it's been long, I can't be stuck up to this". She said to herself and stood up to leave but spotted Jeffery sprinting towards her. She shook her head and took another direction, it was not time to face Jeffery, she thought they had cut ties."Uhgg", she walked away towards a cert
As Drake stepped out of the hotel's exit, he was intercepted by a grim looking Jeffery. He came from behind and grabbed his shoulder yanking him backwards to face him. Drake was taken off guard by the sudden force and instinctively raised his fists to give a jab but froze in midair when he heard Jeffery's voice. "Where to, birthday boy?" He asked, his voice barely concealing the rage brewing within him.Drake withdrew his arm and stared intently at Jeffery. From the moment he stepped in, he had realized that something was off about Jeffery.Usually, they'd be together and he'd come around to taunt him about his date but this time, Jeffery stood at a distance and didn't even look out for him. And now that he had come, Drake was not foolish to not know that something was amiss.He opened his mouth to reply but his words were cut by Jeffery's other statement, "oh, it's your date, she couldn't handle your mother and ran off?" Jeffery sneered, his eyes burning holes into Drake's face,he
Jeffery watched as Drake walked in, hand in hand with Cynthia and almost smashed he glass in his hands. They looked a perfect couple and he felt like pulling Drake out for a beating. Looking at Cynthia, she was the most dazzlng woman at the gala and everyone accepted that fact. Jeffery felt a burning desire to own her,but also, he didn't understand why Drake's date was Cynthia, was it because they are neighbors or there was something else. And the way they spoke to each other and bantered each time they spoke made it hard to assume there was nothing between them. Jefferey's eyes were bloodshot, anger was coursing through his veins but he surpringly managed to control himself from walking over there and teach those two a lesson.In one corner where prying eyes were not concentrated, Jada kept on pinching her thigh to wake up but it was real. So Drake brought Cynthia to the gala as his date. What scared her the most was that he didn't treat her like he treated the previous celebrities
Drake waited for the small gate to open up and drove drove his Bugatti in to Cynthia's exquisite compound. He parked and stepped out of the car then walked to the door and rang the doorbell. The door was immediately pulled open to reveal an excited Bernice. "Mr Wilson, what a surprise". Drake squinted his eyes, as if trying to jog his memory to place where he had seen her. He failed."Uhh, nice meeting you?" He said in his deep, metallic voice that caused Bernice to squeal and jump. "Cynthia, don't keep Mr Drake waiting", she shouted and asked Drake in. The moment he stepped in, he was greeted with a mild, alluring and yet intoxicating scent. He recognized it, it was Cynthia's body scent, but how could her scent monopolize the entire house and yet she had guests around, he roamed his eyes around the view of the house, it was simple and elegant, just like her.He smirked and turned to tour a corner he had seen on the right but at that moment, Cynthia walked out of wherever she was hidi
Early the following day, Daphne woke up and decided to make a make up breakfast. Even if Cynthia didn't want her anymore, she'd at least leave when they've settled their differences. However, it clocked midday and Cynthia wasn't up yet. She panicked and rushed to her door but it was locked.Daphne froze, she rushed back and picked up her phone but she didn't have any contact belonging to any of the people Cynthia knew, she then remembered Cynthia's phone had remained on the dining table and rushed for it.Just as luck would have it, it began to ring. Daphne picked up the phone and was surprised to see the photo on the contact ID, she knew this woman, but why was she calling Cynthia? Setting her questions aside, she picked up the call, "Cyn why weren't you picking up?"Cyn?Daphne remained silent, they knew each other? "Cynthia am coming to help you with the make up just don't mess things up okay?" Daphne almost chocked on her saliva, of she was not mistaken, this woman was Bernice Sag
Time flies. The gala was the following day and Cynthia hadn't received her ordered gown. "Victoria what is happening, I put you in charge because I believed you could handle a gown". She said into the phone. "Cynthia am really sorry," Victoria said, her voice hoarse. Cynthia paused, "what is wrong, what happened, why's your voice like that?" She asked, a trace of worry tinged in her voice. "It's nothing", Victoria said hesitantly. Cynthia scoffed,"if that's how our work relationship is going to be then I'm afraid I can't keep up with you Vic", Cynthia said threatening to hung up,in a panic, Victoria spoke up, "I waited all night last night at that fashion house for the dress, but something happened that they couldn't explain and everything was delayed. They said that it will take close to a week for it to be ready,""that's all?" Cynthia asked irritated by Victoria's inactions. "Why didn't you tell me they were misbehaving, there's always choices","Cynthia you're not mad?" "Should