Everything felt blurred. She tried to open her eyes, but even that little task hurt her head. She winced as she finally opened her eyes.The sudden light compelled her to close her eyelids again.“Olivia?” She heard her name being called. The voice…she recognized the voice.She opened her eyes again. This time, it felt less hurtful. The light was too bright for her liking though.“How are you feeling?” She heard the soft familiar voice again, but the voice sounded panicked for some reason. She adjusted her eyes and was finally able to look at his face.The face that she loved to look at… Why did he look like he had grown his beard? He always had this 5 o’clock shadow. It looked quite rough now. His hair was also ruffled. She wondered if he even took care of himself. His eyes looked concerned.She saw him opening the door of the room and calling for the doctor.“Olivia? Are you hearing me?” There was concern written on his face as he came to stand beside her. He looked quite happy but
Thomas’s POV: “For God’s sake, grandpa! I am not ready to take the responsibility just yet.” He yelled after being lectured for an hour about how he was an irresponsible man. He had just returned after an amazing night with the new girl he had met at a party. Now, all his good mood was down the drain thanks to his persistent grandfather: James Walker. He heard his grandfather sigh as he sat down on his favorite chair. He was silent for a minute before speaking. “Thomas, I have given you enough liberty to enjoy life the way you want. I cannot afford to do that anymore. I am not healthy like I used to be, so it is hard for me to run the company. I want to make you the CEO as soon as possible, and you have to listen to my orders whether you like it or not.” He said in a calm but stern voice while leaning back as if the deal was sealed, and he would not listen to anything Thomas had to say. But Thomas was his grandson. He would be damned if he did not fight for himself. “I will not be
He entered the club that he used to go to every weekend, but he had stopped going to that club a year ago for some reason. The thing about the club was that there were many exotic dancers and strippers. It made his thoughts occupied when he had trouble forgetting. He ordered a glass of champagne and sat at the bar while the loud music graced his ears. He had not looked at the stage but knew from the cheers that a performance was taking place on the stage. It was a Saturday night. The packed atmosphere said it all. Thankfully, he was able to secure himself a seat at the counter. Just then, his glass was in front of him. He poured the champagne down his throat in one go and ordered another glass. Suddenly, the whistles and cheers got louder. He got curious as to what the hustle was about. He turned his head towards the stage and saw the most interestingly beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life…She was not just beautiful, but her aura screamed of confidence and innocence. It was a
“Aunt Mary, is she okay?” She asked her mother’s best friend while panting heavily. Only she knew how she was able to reach the hospital after receiving the call that her mother’s condition was not good. Mary looked at Olivia and nodded her head. She looked worried to no end. “I went to your apartment after you left, to check up on her and stayed for half an hour. She was sleeping peacefully, but when I was about to leave, she suddenly started vomiting. It was not normal. I had to call the ambulance and bring her here.” She said with a bit of a shaky voice. Olivia would thank her profusely if she was in her senses at that moment. Aunt Mary was her mother’s best friend from college and lived in the same apartment building they lived. She would often check up on her mother while Olivia was away for work. She could not have been more grateful that she was there with her mother. “The doctor is seeing her at the moment.” She informed patting Olivia’s back. Olivia pushed back the tears th
“Let go of me.” She said with clenched teeth as she tried to free herself, but it was hard when he was holding her so tightly. It would be a lie to say that she was not afraid. He disgusted her with the way he was trying to sniff. She could feel his nose nuzzling against her neck making her want to puke. “Hell nah! I have been waiting for this for so long.” He let out a devilish laugh before grabbing her more tightly and started biting her neck slightly, making her hiss. She scrunched her nose as his breath particularly stunk. He must have been drinking before deciding to misbehave with her. He used to treat her politely when she first got into the club, but she eventually started seeing the change in his behavior—not the good change. “I am not a slut. Let go of me!” She said with a bit of force she tried to kick him again, but she failed. He let out a chuckle. “It is a universal fact that strippers are all sluts. Otherwise, why would you choose this field, huh? Your job is to ple
“Hello.” She greeted quietly as soon as she stepped inside the apartment. It was her habit even when there was no one in sight, just like how there was no one then. She went to her mother’s room to check if she was sleeping and sure enough, she could be seen fast asleep. She was glad as she did not want to face her at that moment without her expression giving away the dismay she was at. She kissed her mother’s cheek and went to her room. She got out of her skimpy outfit and stilettos. She could still feel the cab driver’s eyes earlier that were digging holes with the way he was ogling her. Those kinds of stares still made her uncomfortable. All credit went to Joe for not allowing her to change into her clothes. She would have to go to the club and get her clothes the next day if she still had the job. It was very less likely. Joe would not let her go after she slapped him. She still had a tiny bit of hope. After all, that was all a person could do when everything and everyone in the
“Olivia, don’t bother coming to the club. You are fired.” She heard an angry voice from the other side of the phone before the call dropped. So what she feared happened. She was not surprised at all. But she was indeed worried. What would she do now?It was a cruel world. To think that he was the one who had harassed her, and he should have been the one to bear the consequences but no, she was the one on the receiving end. Might is right. She understood the concept really well that day.“What happened? Why do you look worried?” Her mother came to her room looking concerned. She did not realize that she had been standing in the same position.“Oh, it is nothing. I just got a call that today I can take the day off.” She said with a fake enthusiasm. Her mother still did not buy it.“Then why did you look worried?” She asked doubting her. Damn her mother was so smart!“I have not been given a day off this sudden, so I was worried what to do today.” She tried to laugh, “Come on! Don’t stan
“I am sorry. You are not fit for the job.” The manager politely slid her resume toward her. Disappointment washed over her. It was the second place she had tried that day. The small café shop had a sign that they needed a waitress. Since she had no experience, they rejected her. The first place she tried was a salesperson's job in a small outlet. They asked her about her experience and after knowing what she did for a living, they ushered her out quickly saying they did not need a salesperson. She had never felt so insecure as she did after failing to secure a job in those two days. She had been seeking a job since the previous day when she got a call that she was fired. She was not going to give up. She would find a job soon. She left the café and decided to call it a day. Her phone was dead and she was so tired because she had not been sleeping and eating properly. What she worried the most about was how to inform her mother that she had lost her job and how to bear the expenses.