LOGINElla Stanford was beyond mad. She was nearly going to go back into his office and slap his face. Yet somehow, she had managed to calm herself down and by the time Javier Summers walked in front of her and bid her goodbye for the day, she had her usual polite smile plastered on her face as if nothing had happened. As if he had not just insulted her by thinking that the type of guys she could date were accountants and tax advisors! In other words, he had said that she was boring enough of a person to date the most boring type of people.
“How dare he?!” said Ella as she unlocked her door and got inside. “Oh, just you wait, Javier Summers!” she vowed to herself as she placed her bag on the table and sat on the couch.
Damon Matthews was hot as a sin. Ella would have fallen for him if not for the fact that he was only interested in the same sex. Either Damon or his boyfriend Tanner would suffice. Gay men could make the very best friends for a woman and she was both glad and grateful to have them both in her life. Long before she had known that Damon was gay, back in her high school days, they had been really good friends. He was kind and supportive and he always had her back. She knew Damon would agree in accompanying her to go to Javier's party.
Ella sagged onto the couch as she recalled what had happened. Javier Summers had insulted her twice. First, he had that appalled look on his face when she informed him that her companion was indeed a guy. Had he suspected that she only had female friends? That perhaps she was a lesbian simply because she did not immediately fall to his feet at the mere sight of him? Outrageous! Second, that guess about her companion whether he was an accountant or a tax advisor.
Taking a deep calming breath, Ella said decidedly, “I have to find a new job!”
It was eating her up every day to have to work and put up with Javier Summers, constantly seeing him switching partners as if they were underwear and not human beings. Perhaps she had been a little jealous. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. Especially when he was openly mocking her like he had done so this afternoon.
Javier Summers would never see her as anything other than his professional secretary. No other men had drawn such physical attraction from her, not even Damon Matthews. It was not just physical things either after all, over the years she had admired other men with great bodies, some were even better than Javier's. No, there was something about him that seemed to draw her in and it was driving her to near insanity.
She did not like the person she was becoming. Sometimes she felt like she did not really belong to herself anymore. She should move on. And move on she would. It seemed cruel to give him the resignation letter tomorrow especially only a mere two days before his birthday so she would hand it to him on Monday after his party on Sunday.
With more determination, Ella wrote her resignation letter and signed it. She would hand it in on Monday and put Javier Summers behind her. She would finally move on from all of this.
* * *
Two days later,
Thankfully Damon had been at home when I walked out of my flat and took two strides to get to his door. “Ella mia Bella!” greeted Damon as he blew a kiss directly to her. “Are you ready?”
Ella had called Damon two nights ago, informing him about her plan. Luckily he was free for the weekend and would be more than willing to put Javier in shame.
“I’m born ready,” answered Ella with a dazzling smile.
“Let’s show him who is the boss, my love!” Damon’s eyes glinted with excitement.
“Wear that red glittery tie Tanner bought you last summer! Oh, and a dark suit!” said Ella then as she walked into Damon and Tanner's flat, following her friend's footsteps, she added, “Don’t overdo your look though. I don’t want anyone to know that you are gay, especially my boss.”
“I’m a straight man tonight, I promise!”
Ella heaved a sigh to relieve all the pent-up feelings Javier Summers had caused her lately. Not only had he spent the last two days teasing her about Damon and how hot he was, but today he had informed her that it was fine should she choose to come alone. It was so insulting! It was as if he’d suggested that she had been lying about Damon's existence and he was giving her leeway. How dare he?!
“I need to make him pay, Dee. I have to. He has been driving me nuts!”
Damon who was buttoning his suit glanced at her and gave her a consoling look. “What was it this time?”
“He implied that I was making this whole thing up, that you did not exist and I’ve been lying. He said it is fine for me to come by myself.”
“Ouch!” Damon shook his head. “This guy definitely needs some spanking, dearest!”
Once Damon was done with his attire for the night, he tilted his head and regarded Ella. “Hmm, I believe you’re in the wrong dress, Darling.”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember that red dress that I bought for you but you never wore, not even once?” Damon lifted his brows. “Go make me happy and wear that one.”
Ella immediately knew which dress he had been referring to. “No way! That dress is too sexy for someone like me!”
“That is where you’re wrong. Sexiness is more of the attitude rather than things. That dress made you feel confident, I can see it when you tried it on. Wear it and bring sexy back!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Ella laughed. “I honestly doubt he’ll notice, Dee.”
“He’ll notice alright. Trust me. Unless he’s blind or an idiot, he will." Damon wiggled his eyebrows in a teasing manner. “And I am not just saying this because I am your friend.”
“Okay, you got me. I will hand in my resignation letter on Monday anyway so what the hell, right?!” Ella laughed again. “I will go and put some make-up on.”
“Don’t forget the smoky eyes!” ordered Damon, to which she replied with another laugh. “I will bring a glass of wine to make you loosen up, darling.”
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, Ella could not help feeling that the urge to act in an outrageously shocking way was indeed appealing. She was going to give him a night to remember. It did not matter if it would cause him to be angry seeing how she would loosely behave with Damon, after all, she would hand in her resignation letter tomorrow so it would be better for her to leave him and the company with no regrets.
(( continuation of Ch 19))“Of course.” Draven sighed and pretended to sound offended that his own flesh and blood had even accused him of it. Although deep inside this grown man was hella nervous. He was very close to his mother and he had a feeling that his mother always knew things even though he didn’t tell her. “I wouldn’t lie about something like this, Mum.” Tiffany’s complexion brightened and she clasped her hand in front of her chest. “Well, then that’s good news!” She turned to her husband, her silver eyes widened and were glistening with tears. Draven could only hope that those were happy tears. “Our little daughter.” Cedric frowned. He looked as if he was too deep in his own thought that he hadn’t realized what his wife had said until she poked his ribs with her forefinger. “What?” He blinked at his wife and then glanced momentarily at their son. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” Tiffany let out an exasperated sigh. “Our little daughter is getting married.” “Yes,” he nodde
“Mom is there, isn’t she?” His twin brother asked through the phone as if he could tell what was happening on the other side. Before Draven could even answer, his father who was standing next to his mother gave him a disapproving look and said, “You shouldn’t say a bad word in front of your mother, Draven Summers. We raised you better than that.” “And Dad too apparently,” added Declan. “Well, good luck, Brother. Let me know how it goes.” Then before he cut the call, he reminded his brother, “Oh, whatever you do, don’t tell them about the pregnancy. That’s not your story to tell. Maybe just tell them about the engagement, but not the pregnancy, or Clara will whip your ass. Literally.” “Talk to you later,” said Draven. He ended the call and slid his phone inside the pocket of his blazer, then he looked up and greeted his parents. “Hey, Mum.” He smiled at her, too brilliantly than normal. He shifted his gaze to his dad and gave a brief nod. “Dad.” His mother, Tiffany, took one sma
“I can’t believe she just kicked me out,” said Draven to his twin brother over the phone. “I agree. That’s cold, Dray.” He shook his head and then glanced at Clarabelle’s door once again. He’d been waiting in the hospital corridor for more than fifteen minutes without having any destination at all so he’d decided to give his twin brother a call. Clara had told Declan about her pregnancy last night and made him promise not to tell anyone else, which was pretty easy to do considering Declan was one of the quiet ones. The only person Declan would talk to was probably his wife, Qingshan. “So what do you think? Should I just leave?” Declan laughed. “How long has he been inside with her?” Draven flicked his wrist and glanced at his watch. “Fifteen minutes, give or takes.” “I suppose you could wait a few more minutes then,” suggested Declan. “Great,” said Draven, grimacing. “Never would I thought that I’d be waiting outside while my little sister is making out with her boyfriend.” He lea
Clarabelle opened her mouth and then closed it again because, despite her wish to say something in return, she simply couldn’t find her voice nor the words that could articulate what was in her mind right now. This was Dean freaking Westminster. He was the worst of the worst. He was the worst player and if anyone asked her two nights ago to point out someone who didn’t know the word ‘love’, she’d either pick her brother Draven or the man standing right in front of her asking to be her baby’s father. Yes, Clarabelle tried to convince herself that she hadn’t heard that wrongly, Dean had just asked her if he could be the baby’s father even though she’d told him that the baby might not even be his. This was absolutely insane. She’d never imagined this day would come thus she had no preparation whatsoever and had zero clue on how to handle this. She didn’t even know how to properly react to his proposal. In order to calm herself since the sight of him was simply too overwhelming at this
“Yes,” answered the man wearing a dark shirt and a dark navy blue blazer. His dark eyes moved from Draven to Clarabelle before he fixed his gaze back on Draven. He leveled his gaze with Draven. Both men were tall and around the same height. “Would you mind giving us some privacy?” Before Draven could say anything, his sister cleared her throat and sat tall on her bed. “Actually, Dean, I would prefer my brother to be here,” she said without breaking eye contact with the man who might be holding her heart. She knew that she’d asked Draven to witness it while she told both Brett and Dean but right at this moment, she truly needed him. At least with her brother being here, she wouldn’t feel so alone and lonely when Dean told her that he didn’t want anything to do with the baby or her anymore. At least with her brother being here, she could put up a face and would not cry. Draven watched the man subtly pat the right pocket of his blazer before sliding his hand into the pocket of his bla
“He’s not going to come,” said Clarabelle really decidedly upon glancing at the door for the eleventh time since the clock hit two in the afternoon. She let out a small sigh, trying to swallow her disappointment as she rested her back on the pillows. In all honesty, she thought that Dean would at least show up. She’d heard from Draven that Dean had been there in the waiting room with the rest of her family while she’d been in surgery. That had given her a bit of hope. Regardless of their disagreement and how messed up the relationship they had, she thought he would at least hear her out or just come to see how she was doing. She’d told the hospital not to accept anyone else other than her family members so when she’d finally texted him to come here, he should’ve taken the chance, right? Or perhaps he no longer cares about her. Damn. That hit even harder than she thought it would. Clarabelle shook her head and closed her eyes. No. She couldn’t start imagining Dean as some sort of kn







