After his intense argument with Meryl, Jorge had a lot of thinking to do. He had messed up a great deal in the last twenty-four hours and had no idea how to fix his mistakes. It was not going to be easy, especially with the two women, Anita Simmons, and Meryl Anderson; they hated his guts after he fooled the both of them into sleeping with him, based on empty promises. Usually, he would not have any regrets after screwing a woman, but these two women were different; they happened to be close to his sister, and if she were here right now, he would never hear the end of it. Unfortunately, MJ happened to have a ‘soft spot' for them, which led to her banning him from the head office in London, and if by any chance he happened to be in the building, he made sure to steer clear of their way.
Over the years, it had proven harder to avoid Meryl since she was the first face he saw when he walked into Billings Corp. With Anita however, it was a lot easier since he would cal
Cameron Parker just stood there and stared at the floor. Jorge Billings was on point. “Are these men the reason for the rift between you and your brother?” Jorge asked. Cameron sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This was not something he wanted to talk about, especially after discovering what his brother had done to him; he was hurt when he found out that Logan wanted him locked up in prison. All his life, Cameron had looked up to his brother; Logan was always the better man that he was. Unlike him, by the time he was ten, Logan knew what he wanted to be. Cameron never knew what he wanted to do with his life; he dropped out of school and lived off his parents’ money. However, after a while, his father got tired of sponsoring his rendezvous and lavish lifestyle. Cameron was the type of person who moved with time; he bought every new shoe design Adidas or Nike has ever released, and he advanced with Samsung mobiles. He was not the type of a guy to wear
She was going to drive him mad- in fact, she was already succeeding. She was late again, and she was not answering her phone. Just like the day before, Natalia was there to give him a bored look; she did not understand why he was acting the way he was for the past two days. Logan was angrier than usual, and it was all because of May Smith. Natalia still could not understand where the problem was; she was disobeying and disrespecting him in his own company, but she would not be the first person to do it. Under normal circumstances, he would have fired her, but right now, she doubted that Logan was in his right state of mind. "Logan, this has gone on for too long now; you need to get your shit together," Natalia said, earning herself a glare from Logan, but she just rolled her eyes. Natalia was about to say something when the office door opened, and ‘May Smith’ walked in, in all her glory. She was wearing a long black dress that reached her ankles a
Logan did not understand what was wrong with him; he was not usually this angry and reprimanded himself for letting May Smith get to him, but the woman was inveterate. However, that was not why Logan was angry. He felt guilty for throwing his brother to the wolves, and the worst part was that he was not doing anything to redeem himself. A part of him told him that he should get Liam out of prison, but another part of him told him that this was the only way Cameron would grow up and stop being irresponsible. Logan sighed and washed his face, and then stared at his reflection in the mirror. Logan could not deny that he was good looking- he knew it, and everybody else knew it. His good looks were the reason why he changed women more than he changed his tie and handkerchief. He had a reputation of a “bad boy” - a player; he slept with a different woman each day and threw them like trash after that. Women ran after him, so why would May Smith be any different? He
He was used to people staring at him. It was usual. He was handsome, rich, and powerful. Women wanted to be his. Men wanted to be him. Simple. Everywhere he went, people stared at him and talked about how successful he was, however, tonight was slightly different; it felt like people were talking and laughing behind his back. He knew why this was happening, and unfortunately, the person responsible for this was probably under her warm blankets while he continued to suffer through the humiliation. Logan was currently seated at Bon Appétit, waiting for their orders to arrive. His date, Carmen, was talking all the time; he barely caught anything she said. “Logan, are you even listening to me?” Carmen asked. Logan gave her a hard look and said in a composed voice, “NO.” Carmen gasped in offense. “You mean, this whole time I’ve been pouring my heart out to you, and you haven’t been listening?
Meryl was stunned to silence as the jeweller placed the set of expensive rings in front of her. She stared at the rings in awe and shook her head in disbelief; she had expected many things tonight, but this was not even at the back of the list. She had certainly not expected to have a set of expensive diamond engagement rings placed in front of her and asked to choose whichever one she wanted. "Jorge, this is incredible, this is…wow!" She breathed, and Jorge gave her a big smile that melted her heart on the spot. She stared at the rings to keep herself from crying because of the emotions feuding inside of her. "Uhm…I don't know what to choose, there's a lot of options." She said to the jeweller who was not the least interested in the rings but on Jorge. “Choose something that’s gonna make all women wish it was them getting married to me," Jorge said softly, and Meryl nodded and took in a shaky breath before averting her gaze to the b
It was a beautiful morning. Birds were singing, and trees were swaying along with the wind. Heck, even the ants were dancing together in long columns as if preparing for the festive season. Nature was more than happy to welcome summer after a long winter season. However, one specific human being was not joyful.It was one sombre morning. Tons and tons of used tissues were splattered all over the floor. There were clothes and blankets on the floor, empty bottles of ice-wine on the bed and on the floor. The small bedroom was literally a pigsty. The broken-hearted blonde was curled up into a little ball in her pink pyjamas. Her messy hair was tied into a messy bun and her nose and eyes were red from crying, and she had big bags under her eyes.She never imagined that one day she would cry or drink herself to sleep because of a man. She never imagined that someday she would be handed her broken heart on a silver platter, and yet here she was, lying on this bed
It was 12 a.m. London time and Jorge had just arrived at Billings Corporation. He was not surprised to find someone else standing behind Meryl's desk but he asked anyway, and the girl told him that both Anita and Meryl were unavailable. He sighed and walked to the elevator, ignoring all the stares he was getting from his employees, but it was to be expected since he had decided to dress up like a secret agent; a black suit and dark shades.He was glad the moment the elevator doors because the stares he was getting were intensifying his headache. Cameron was to blame for all of this; Jorge could not even remember what they were talking about because of the alcohol Cameron kept feeding him. The only thing he remembered was the time when he was telling Cameron about proposing to Sonya. Jorge did not understand how Meryl ended up at his place; he did not remember ordering roses or having them sent to Meryl. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding, or there was a maste
Natalia was getting worried about Logan. He left without telling her where he was going. On normal basis, he would tell her when he was going out, even if he was going to the café a few blocks away. When they left, Logan’s driver, Thuso, told his wife, Mosetsana, where they were going. Unfortunately, Natalia could not ask her because she had been rude to her all day. It was almost time to knock off but instead of packing up her things, Natalia went to Logan’s office and waited for him there. A few minutes after settling down on Logan’s chair, Mosetsana came to the office and peeked her head in. “Thuso just called, he says they are on their way from the airport.” She said, and Natalia nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She said with a small smile and stuck her head out, about to leave, but Natalia stopped her. “Mosetsana?” Natalia said in a high-pitched voice, and Mosetsanagape reappeared again. “I’m sorry about earlier.” She said grimly,