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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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“Look, as I said. I’m only here to work. I have no idea what you are talking about and I'd like to return to work now.” I was trying to be calm, to rein myself in. But Paula was stubborn. She held my hand and stopped me. She started it, I told myself. One thing working in the bar had taught me was the best way to deal with jealous, arrogant, sorry ass bitches like herself but first of all I respected this company and secondly, I respected her position. I wanted this job but not as much as I wanted her out of my sight right now. She did not get the gist. “I could make life miserable for you here, Lana. Do you know that?” she whispered. I smirked. “And I could make life worse, Paula. I do hope you realize that and let go of my hand before I do something we both regret.”It registered. The seriousness of my threat and I saw her contemplate it. I did not have time for this. I yanked my hand from hers and walked out.Andre was nowhere to be seen when I returned and I almost jumped with
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There were a lot of reasons why I felt the need to write my resignation and send it to BlackBrick. For starters, Paula might decide to pick up where we left off yesterday. What if she still held them against me? I dreaded seeing her just as much as I dreaded running into Andre again, but Darby would not have it my way. She sat on my bed and watched me like a hawk while I dressed. She had been the one to pull me from bed this morning, drag me into the bathroom, and talk me into preparing for work. More like threaten, I thought. I had reminded her of the saying, You can take a horse to a river, but you can never force it to drink, and she almost bit my head off. Apparently, she could force this horse to do anything. I rolled my eyes and tucked my shirt into the trousers. Darby stood from the bed and looked me over and smiled. “Good.” She commended. She grabbed my bag from the bed and plastered it on my chest. “There you go. Don’t get so easily fazed.” Her eyes strayed to the twins w
TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The files were ready.I checked the watch again, and it was exactly twelve o'clock. I had to go to Paula’s office now; no matter how much I avoided her, I still had to report to her. I picked up some of the files and made my way out of the office, towards Paula’s floor. My heart was almost beating out of my chest by the time I got to her floor, and I tried various breathing techniques to calm myself down. No one worked. I saw Paula first. My heart jumped. She was directing one of the staff in her department furiously, and I could almost see the man shaking in his pants. I felt for him. Then her eyes turned to me. I smiled. “Lana.” She called and began walking towards me. I tried to still my racing heart. It did not work. I put on a straight face, so at least she could not tell I was nervous. “My office.” She stated it flatly and began walking back towards it. I could tell that almost all eyes were on me. Perhaps they tried to feel sorry for the situation I was in now. I gripped t
TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY CHAPTER NINETEEN
I woke up with hints of a headache and a frown. My eyes immediately strayed to the clock on my nightstand, and I squinted so I could better see the time. Six o'clock. My mind reminded me immediately that it was the weekend and not a workday. I almost immediately fell back in bed, but then I remembered the children. I was awake too late for them already. I peeled myself off the bed and staggered into their room. I was still groggy from sleep, so I rubbed my eyes and stretched my bones. They made no difference; my mouth tasted sour and my hard bangs There was a constant ringing noise in my ear, and my body felt like I had been dragged through hell all night. I winced as I felt a bone crack, and then I pulled my hands through my long bangs. It had a lot of knots in it. If I could find the time between today and tomorrow, I needed to visit the saloon. But as soon as I started thinking about it, I was not so sure anymore. I peeled at the children’s cot and smiled when I still found the
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Saturdays used to be the busiest days for me, but it was different today. I guess this was an advantage of not running more than one job. I could never find the time to do the things I needed—for me and for the kids. It was different now; everything was different. I felt better and relaxed, and most of all, I was not hurrying. I brought the twins to the park; this was the one day I got to spend plenty of time with them, and I did not want it to go to waste. From here, I decided to browse apartments on my laptop. Perhaps I could get a place by the end of tomorrow, and while I’m working, Darby can start moving in with the kids.The kids and I attracted a lot of passersby. Each stopped to comment on how beautiful we looked. I was impressed with myself for a moment. Just a moment. I still had calls to make—I could not forget that—first to Mrs. Sanders and then to Cameron. I called Mrs. Sanders first, but it seemed that she was not home. The phone kept ringing, and no one answered. Then
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I was getting uneasy. The children would be waking up soon, and once they did, they would begin to bawl their eyes out, and Andre was still refusing to leave. What did he say he wanted? I stopped listening a long time ago.“I am going to have to call security.” I snapped. Andre looks around the corridor we are standing in, then looks back at me with an amused expression on his face. I could tell what he was thinking; an obviously run-down building like this one could not possibly have security. We could not even keep a receptionist. “Look, Lana. I miss you very much. After you left, it just dawned on me. Kathy is: ” I grunted. I had gone one whole year without hearing this name. Why has André chosen to torture me this way? “I don’t care what Kathy is, André. I don’t care about you or what you want either. All I care about is myself, and right now I don’t want you here.”“I don’t think you mean all these things you’re saying. You still upset that the whole thing played out like that
TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
There was the continuous hum of the old refrigerator, the whirling of the fan in the room, and the creaking of my rickety chair. All the sounds made me wince slightly every second. Yet, it seemed Cameron could not be bothered by all the noise. Cameron’s bareback was to me, and I could hear the gentle spasms of the muscles as he worked on the food. I longed to just go over and run my fingers over the bulging muscles. I slapped the thought out of my head and looked away. Perhaps if I could focus my gaze on something else, then I would forget the rollercoaster of emotions going on inside me.My eyes settled on the window air conditioner at the corner of the kitchen, which has never worked. It was the main reason why my body was in this wreck. If it had been working, as it should have, Cameron would never have taken off his shirt, and I would never have had a glimpse of his immaculately sculpted chest and the taut muscles of his back. And I would never have seen the way his tight trouser
TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Cameron was gone. I took a sip of coffee that Darby had prepared. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as it washed through me, sending the rest of the sleep away. The twins were yet to wake up, so I still had time to complete some chores. I glanced at Darby, who was perched on the couch. “Say what you want to say, Darby. You’ve been sneaking glances at me; surely you are not thinking me attractive, are you?”Darby snickered. She straightened her long legs out before her and placed the cup she had been holding on the table.“And you have been smiling like a high school teen. Plus, you've been glowing these days, and I know it’s not just the Cameron effect. Tell me what’s going on, girl.”I raised a brow. “The Cameron effect?” “C’mon,” she laughed. She stood from where she sat on the couch and took the seat across from me. “You know what I mean.” She winked.“Ewww. Darby! You’re gross.” I laughed. “I’m just happy everything is working out well.” I said, and I could not help the f
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