Today, I was feeling like being miss beauty. So, I settled on white tennis skirt with white leggins, knee-length brown blazer with a brown shirt inside and brown heel boots. My hair was in an updo with two separate strands let loose in the front. For an extra dose of confidence, I had a red lipstick on."Someone looks prettier today." The receptionist complimented once I walked into the building."Thank you, you look pretty too. I see you checked out the lipstick brand I recommended.""Yep, and you were right, it looks good on me.""You are welcome darling, enjoy your day." I cat walked to the private elevator.Which look seems better?Walking into the office with just my bag hanging on my arm or,Walking into the office with my bag hanging on my arm but with two cups of coffee?I like the latter because it sounds aesthetical, and what better way to start the morning than romanticizing my life?My first stop was at the kitchen and the second was the office."Good morn-" my mouth hange
It's finally here. The day I have been dreaming of for numerous reasons but with one sticking out, I can finally make my move.After abandoning my work clothes and taking a shower, I slipped in my red dress with a slit that went above my knees. My boobs were not sticking out too much but they were there, cheering me on. I settled on a red lipstick, and black heels."You got this." I told myself in the mirror as I did a second turn-around.With Rebecca gone, I had no one to compliment my beautiful self except me. And I do know how to dish up compliments."Okay, time to go," I said, once I saw the time on my phone- half past seven- and I'm supposed to meet Delroy at eight.*Ari Abdul - Babydoll*_Oh, father, forgive meFor all my sinsWhen I meet your eyesThe Devil, he winsBlinded by your lies_"Hello?" I pressed the phone on my ear so as to have some free hands to lock the door. "Hi Miss Hunter, I hope I'm not disturbing you." "You are not, I am actually leaving my apartment." "Ar
-His favorite movie is 'Me Before You' -He is the only child of his parents-His grandmother is one cheeky but funny lady-He has a cat but it's at home with his mother-Yes, he has never had sex in his life(it was quite an awkward way of knowing that) - And, he is a fan of Anime, not surprised honestly. The dude's home office is plastered with Anime posters he showed me from his phone, I would have preferred to see it in person, maybe while wearing his shirt. But instead, I'm in a restaurant with him, constipating myself with the food! *Sigh*There is no way I'm going home with him or getting him into my bed with the way I'm just stuffing the spaghetti into my mouth. "What is your favorite song?" Delroy asks, placing the glass of orange juice on his lips, his eyes unmoving from me. And maybe that is what attracts me to him besides his looks, the way he pays attention. No matter how insignificant the question might be, he would stop whatever he is doing to hear an answer from me
Life is a beautiful long rollercoaster. You can either;a)be the controllerb) be the passenger or c) the standby. Standbys are not necessarily my favourite bunch of people because they always have things pass them by. They are afraid to ride the rollercoaster and where is the fun in that? No where. The worst part is that they are most likely to complain but not take charge.Then there are the passengers. They are not bad, the only problem is that they let life control them instead of doing the controlling. If they have a new route and it does not align with that of the rollercoaster, they give up on their route. No fighting chance, no complains, nothing. However, they do get the thrill and excitement just not my kind.Now, there is one left; the controller. And that ladies and gentlemen is me, Candice Hunter, the controller of my own life. If there is no other way, I make it. I do not live up to societal boundaries and expectations, I live up to those I created. I break a lot of rul
“Where is Charlie?” I directed the question to my mom as we took our seats at one of our favourites restaurants to go to every time she is in town. It holds most memories, out of the few, of the both of us happy. I fear however, today is going to be an exception.“Oh honey, he had somethings to do and could not come.” Mother scanned the menu, not bothering to scold me for calling her husband, aka my father, by his first name.The worst ones are always the one with the name Charlie.“You mean he is out with one of his numerous ladies at a gambling pub?” “Candice!” Her fist connected with the table, while her eyes swelled with tears, “your father is not cheating. He is a very loyal husband and a good father! He wouldn’t miss today because of something unimportant.”“Mom, we both know how much of a lie that is.” I leaned back into my chair, “but since you want him to continue making a fool out of you, be my guest. Did he at least pay the debtor that broke into the house?”She shakes her
Spinning head, nausea and headache are the aftermaths of alcohol. While the inability to walk is the aftermath of good sex. When Tom and I both fell on the bed, catching our breaths, I gave myself one to two hours of sleep before waking up and walked the walk of shame. But my feet led me to the kitchen instead of the door. I remembered him telling me that he started labelling his stuff cause his roommates would confuse their stuff and he will be left to buy them again. So, when I opened the cabinets and saw two beautiful bottles of wine staring at me like art written *Tom’s property,* I knew I hit a jackpot. At three am, I was in a taxi with a big smile on my face and two treasures in my hands. As soon as I got home, I ironed my clothes and prepared everything necessary for today. Then took a nap that didn’t last long because four hours later, here I am standing in front of the company I’ve always dreamed of working for.I got this.“Ms Hunter, it’s nice to see you again. On permanen
"So, those are numbers are my I*******m password and home security number. Again-""Don't share with anyone or write them down. Got it." I said tired, eyes an inch away from closing."You're tired." He pointed out the obvious, thank you sir. At this point, his attractiveness is not making me swoon over him."I have been learning addresses, phone numbers, passwords and security codes since morning and it's," I looked at my watch, "seven pm. I am tired but I can still do this.""You really are motivated, I like that. How about we end here, there are somethings we still need to cover but that can wait.""Thank you do much!" I exclaimed in relief, I had only a small amount of push left to do all of this."Great then. Do you have transportation to get home?""Yeah, I'll be requesting an Uber.""Do you find it safe?" His eyes moved from the laptop to me, whose bag is already laying comfortably on the shoulder and my heels are in my hands with my flat shoes housing my feet."Not entirely but
*Ari Abdul - Babydoll*_Oh, father, forgive meFor all my sinsWhen I meet your eyesThe Devil, he winsBlinded by your lies_"Shu... shutta uppp!" I mumbled to the annoying noise disturbing my slumber._But I play pretend(Play pretend)Call me babydollCome break down these walls Don’t leave me alone_My arm stretched out for my phone on the counter next to my bedside, and once I made contact with the object, my fingers continuously pressed it till the noise silenced."Much better." I turned onto my right side, eyes not opening by any mistake.One thing about sleeping is that it can be a great escape from the real world where your decisions might be limited and get thrown to a world where your imagination shapes everything. If one has the ability to shape their dreams and "control" them, like me, then that should make sense as to why sleeping is just astounding.And with a stressful day I had yesterday, it is only fair that I continue to dwell in my precious, precious slumber. At le