MasukRiley.I fastened my seatbelt as the pilot announced we'd be landing in New York soon. I would be lying if I said I wasn't angry that we'd left so soon.Zelia had thrown one of her tantrums, and now here we were, flying across the country so daddy could go pet his little angel. I scowled at the thought, wondering if it was the resentment I'd carried for years finally rising back to the surface."Are you okay?" Mr. Charles asked, studying my face.I'd almost forgotten he was seated right across from me, something I would have changed if I'd had a choice. "I'm fine," I answered.I'd promised myself that no matter what, Zelia wasn't going to dictate how I lived my life, not even when she thought it was cute to show up uninvited at my house."I don't think I'm okay," Mr. Charles said.I lifted my head slowly, wondering what had brought this on. But it was obvious enough, his angel was probably having another one of her panic attacks. "It's always been her dream to have kids, even if they
Riley But, doesn’t it feel weird? Having met someone for the first time and they managed to place all their trust in you? It made me feel the same way about Grace when I headed back to the hotel room last night, even this morning as I prepared for my day. But I shook it off. As she had said, she had always felt lonely, it wasn’t all the time that she had met with foreigners, those that spoke the same language as her fluently. “Don’t associate yourself too much with her to avoid any issues, Ree.” I warned myself, putting on the scarf around my neck.It was Saturday, a free day for me until Sunday before I resumed work. I had known that, yet I found myself sending a message to the shit head of a boss that I have, to let him know that I will be off for the entire day and next.He never responded and I never sent another message. It was his choice to see that and ignore, not mine. I pressed my lips into a thin line, as I studied my reflection in the mirror.I wasn’t looking bad, either
Riley. “What!” Grace half yelled through the street market. I had just told her that i was a single mom, and that I had twins, not just a single kid. “I never pinned you for a mother of one, talk more of two!” She added. I chuckled, she wasn’t the only one. There was someone that ever made a comments of them looking like my siblings that my parents got late or accidentally. “Oh, I look it.” I chuckled again. “I promised you that the last thing you look like is a mother and I mean it.” Grace cleared. She was a bit right, I didn’t look like I had mothered any kids. “I wish I could get a kid, not even the one that I gave birth myself but adopted.” There was a drop of excitement in her voice. “What do you mean? You could really.” “There is something about working in the Russian government, especially the Russian Minister. It takes a lot and that included the right of having a baby or a family.” She informed. I might not have said it but there was something eerily abo
Riley. I really don’t want to believe that I had just heard him correctly. DNA right? The way he had said it, his expressions and fuck, Charles wasn’t even drunk. It was just how I had thought before we left New York. “If you weren’t my boss, then I would have said something is wrong with you mentally.” That came out so loud, that he looked up. He dropped his glass cup on the table. “Look, Riley. I understand you are in the middle here but these couples, they have all right to suspect that the kids are Noah’s after you had spent years sleeping with him.” As those words left his mouth, a loud hiss came out from mine instead. “And what gave you the right to make those assumptions? Truly, you aren’t right in the senses or the wine is already touching you.” I told him. It wouldn’t matter tomorrow, he was tipsy, I was sure of it. Plus when it came to my kids? I would always be ready to risk everything for them, literally everything! “Unless you are hiding something, Riley t
Charles. “I swear, I never knew it was going to be this fast.” I chuckled into the phone, as I spoke to the VP, Declan. He was just a director before he had closed a deal in SoHo which promoted him to the VP. It was a long story to be honest. The meeting with the president went so good, he liked the idea, though he never failed to reminded me that this was all a competition, to push his people into realizing that this was for them. “Mr Charles, I knew you were going to pull it off. I never failed us or the company.” Jack complimented. He was right, I had always tried my best to see that everything goes well for the company. I had built this brick by brick. “Should I start the preparation for the celebratory party?” Jack questioned over the phone. “Not yet. We can’t let people know about this yet, until it is completed. Is Miss Annabella back?” When the president had spoken about the location, I knew she had something to do with it. I just don’t know what she had told th
Charles. The ride to the presidential palace was just a twenty minutes ride, but it felt long, with the minister filling me in about how great and happy he felt that I was now in his country. How it was now his turn to showered me with the same hospitality that I had given to him when he had come down to the United State with his people. “You know, I am not the only one that is looking forward to the completion of this project.” I raised a brow, confused at his statement. “The president. He had said it would look good for the country. And it will create more job opportunities for our people. It is a win win situation, you know.” He explained. My mouth formed an o shape as I grabbed on what he truly meant. “You get the money that the company will generate for you while you provide our people with the job, perfect.” He brought up his wine glass for a toast. I forced a smile on my face, clicking out glasses together, before I took a sip of the wine not to be rude. Honestl
Charles.The rich laughter filled the entire room, empty bottles of expensive wines on the table. It was a lot, a reality that I couldn't escape from because I built myself for this, and more.The top tier treatments, the privilages, all came because I had been hard on myself but now I had been ask
Charles.The celebratory lunch ended just so bad, it went in different direction as I had wanted it. "I told you to be nice to her, Zelia." I groaned out.Zelia sagged down her shoulders, justifying her actions. "I can't be nice to her dad. She wants to get back at me? Because Noah chose me over he
Riley.Pleasing the Russian Minister seemed pretty impossible. At a point, I saw Mr. Charles wiping away the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. "I like the plan, but how long do you think the business will last in Russia?" The minister questioned, his voice laced with the accent.I didn't
Riley. "It is nice meeting, Miss Riley." Noah extended his hand for a shake but I ignored, pulling a seat for myself. I saw him and ignored him, he was going to feel how it was to be unseen. I knew how rude I was just being by ignoring his hand for the shake, but to hell with that, I wasn't g







