He did not know what to do when the words rolled out of her tongue, and hit his ears with a loud bang. "I refused to fuck him!" She screamed aloud. He paused, stopped walking. Every element of time froze for him. His jaw tightened, his teeth clenched, and he hid his fist inside his pockets so she wouldn't see them curve into balls. Then, he turned to her. He had thought her to be a coward, a lying coward for what she had done. But, now that she was standing there, visibly distraught and in pain that only she could comprehend. In her eyes, he saw that everything she had spoken might have been true. There was pain, desperation, and beams of memories she wanted to erase. He was angry. But within him, Ziko growled restlessly. How dare him? Whoever it was that had dared to come close to her in such a manner would pay for it. But, there was no way he could soften up now. Not when he was yet to feel the satisfaction of his vengeance. And so, when he opened his mouth to speak, he di
After he had turned his back to her, Roxanne stood there, transfixed to a spot. She hoped, and hoped that he would turn back and look at her. That his eyes would rest on her with anything; she would not even mind pity, if that meant he would have mercy and offer her the job. She couldn't find it in her to turn around and go home. Emily was waiting for her with ears itching for goodnews, how could she go back to her with tears in her eyes again? Alas, when he was out of sight, Roxanne fought the urge to run after him, and turned on her heels as well. There was nothing she could do anymore. What was left to do was go back home and try again. She would keep trying until she finally won. Perhaps, this was the universe telling her that being an employee to a man you had a one night stand with, was a bad idea. She walked back to where Emily's car was parked and entered into it. Even as she sat alone in the car, she still felt the tingling sensation she felt in the pit of her stomach
At exactly 4:30 pm, Roxanne made sure she was corporately dressed. She tucked her credential files into her hand bag and left the house. As she drove through the night traffic of the city, she hoped that this would not be another futile effort on her part. If Rayla was so sure of the man...she stopped to think. Wasn't that supposed to be a warning sign? Roxanne shrugged. It was 5:05 when she stepped into the restaurant, the first eyes she met seemed to recognise her, because they beamed with smiles. She swallowed hard, if he recognised her, it could only mean that he was the man Rayla spoke about. Jeremy Spears. He rose to wave at her. Roxanne took deep breaths in and out as she walked to him. She had to admit, he was tall and quite attractive. But, she had taken in a lot today to take note of his features. She wanted to get this meeting done with and go back home to her bed. When she stood in front the table, he moved to draw out a chair for her and stood until she had settled
Lancelot had decided, after a brief meeting with Peter, to have dinner outside the hotel. He decided he was going to drive to a Michelin restaurant, where he would enjoy good wine alone and think. He really needed to think. So, at exactly 5:45pm, Lancelot was dressed to leave. He let Peter know he would like to have a personal and private tour of the city. It was a lie, he needed the breeze, the buzz of New York night time to clear his head. There was a lot going on in it. As he drove, Lancelot remained calm - or at least he tried to. He would find a way to piece everything together and..."Mate!" Ziko's cry interrupted his line of thoughts. Lancelot frowned. He was going to continue driving, but Ziko's next cry was more pressing, more urgent. "She's here! Stop!" With that, Lancelot brought the car to a halt after swerving to the left side of the road. He parked beside a side walk. He was visibly annoyed as he looked around the him. There was no sight of Roxanne. Just then, th
After the long and silent drive to her house, Lancelot's car came to a halt in front of a small building. He turned off the ignition and looked at her again. "Here?" He asked, just to be sure. Roxanne did nothing but nod. He sighed and relaxed into his chair. She had not said a word since his arrival. Neither had she shown any emotions; not gratitude, not anger, not annoyance. She just continued to stare into blank space. "Thank you. For dropping me home." She finally spoke. Lancelot only managed a nod, before he watched her step out of the car. But, there was no way he was going to let her be on her own, not with her current state of mind. So, he opened the car door and came out as well. Roxanne watched from her end of the car as he got down as well. He walked slowly towards her, her body, soul and mind registered and took note of the sound of every step if took. His presence around her seemed to heighten her senses all the time, because she was always aware of everything; do
Now that she was finally alone, Roxanne drew back and sank deeper into the couch. She had still not fully recovered from the shock of all that had happened in the past few hours. As she tried not to think about any of it, her mind would not let her rest. Sitting on the couch now, she felt as though she were in a dark tunnel. The faster she walked towards getting out, the longer the tunnel got. Worse still, there seemed to be no light at the end of this particular tunnel. Infact, it had no end at all. How did this all happen? In a time span of two months?! One day, she was happy, preparing for a promotion, in a happy relationship with an amazing man, and the next day, she had lost her job, her relationship, and whatever remained of a good relationship with her family. Her family. The thought of it caused a lump to form in her throat. Ever since Rayla nearly killed her at the hospital, none of them had tried to reach out to her. Only Isabelle had called and texted to make sure she w
Roxanne got out of bed by exactly 8:00am that morning. After a quick breakfast of French toast and orange juice, she showered, got dressed and called an uber to Romania hotel. She decided not to take Emily's car today. No offense to either the car or Emily, but anytime she drove in it, that day turned out to be pretty messed up. Today, she would take no chances. She had learnt enough lessons to repeat the same mistake. This day was going to prove to her that there was still hope for her in this cruel world, and she prayed and hoped, for her own sanity, that it turned out very well. There was no saying what she would do if today turned out bad. There was only so much she could take. When she alighted at the hotel, she stepped into it. Standing in the reception hall, she brought our her phone from her bag so she could call him.The number began to ring, someone picked it up almost immediately. "Dankworth Group of companies." An unfamiliar masculine voice answered. It wasn't Lancelo
"I'm sorry, repeat what you just said?!" Emily screamed at the top of her voice. Her eyes beaming with surprise as she stared at Roxanne who stood in front of her. Roxanne smiled, she had known this would be Emily's reaction. She had decided to stay quiet about the job offer until Emily returned. Now that her best friend was back and had settled down, it was time to tell her about it. Especially now that Lancelot would be leaving tomorrow. She had already packed her things down, just in case Emily convinced her that she was not making a mistake. "You heard me right!" "So you're telling me, that Mister good dick refused you a job on Monday morning, only to present you with a bigger mouth watering offer on Tuesday morning?! And the job requires you to move to London, with him?!" Emily repeated, causing Roxanne to laugh. "Ayy ayy captain." Emily dug her fingers into her afro curls and screamed. "Girl, shut up!" She screamed aloud. "You have got to be fucking kidding me! So you're