The first Monday of June couldn't have started any better, it was a cold and good day to stay indoors, but as usual, work never stopped for anyone just as time never did. Time was money, and money was the only language some people understood.
The Billings' beach house couldn't be any cooler, MJ had woken up to the bluest Monday ever when she found her brother with a bunch of men in black, waiting in the sitting room.
"Oh, there you are!" Jorge said when he spotted her in her business attire. The other men looked at MJ, scrutinizing her with their eyes. MJ looked at them with glass eyes, causing them to avert their gaze. She turned her attention to her brother, waiting for him to explain what was happening. "Well, MJ, these are going to be your bodyguards. They will-"
"I know what bodyguards do, but since when have I ever needed a bodyguard?" She asked quietly, her eyes burning holes
His body ached and his head was pounding as if demanding for a release. His eyes felt heavy and opening them was painful. Logan stirred up on the couch and groaned when a sharp pain ambushed his head.His hand shop up at the excruciating pain and he reached for his head to pull at his hair like he normally did when he was frustrated, but his hand landed on a clear field. He frowned when he tried to grasp at his hair but only grasp into air. He fumbled his hand across his head, but there was nothing. His hand froze on his head and his eyes shot up in panic.He sat up and glazed over the room in confusion. Where am I? He wondered. He was lying in what looked like a sitting room, two times smaller than his own bathroom. There was a three-piece brown couch set, a huge room divider standing against the wall with a TV, a DVD player; as well as various mugs, glasses, plates, jugs, and Tupperware containers filling the rest of the space.
For someone who lived a fancy life, she sure did not look like it. Although she wore designer clothes and ate at fancy restaurants; she did not drive any fancy cars or own a multibillion mansion in the outskirts of Cape Town.Growing up and living in the city of glamour, Sasha wanted to be what everyone around her wanted to be; a super model. She wanted to travel the world, wear every shoe ever designed, and own a wardrobe full of clothes from renowned fashion gurus around the world.And she had lived that life once. She did not grow up living in this single storey, two-bedroom house located in the low income part of the town; she grew up in a mansion with multiple rooms, pools, a house where the sight of beautiful chandeliers was the first thing that greeted you upon entering.She had fancy clothes, shoes, expensive makeup kits, and every other thing that she ever desired; but all that fade
Mrs Dos Santos." MJ said, her smile not faltering. Antonina groaned as she pulled away."I swear, if you didn't look this beautiful, I would smack the life out of you." Antonina threatened, a smile gracing her face. "Call me Antonina or Ants, child!" She scolded and led MJ to a table. "How are you?" She asked as they sat down.MJ sighed and stared at her hands as she spoke. "Honestly, I don't know." She chuckled quietly, running her tongue over her lips. She was just confused. She was even thinking that maybe she didn't belong here or anywhere else. South Africa was her birth place, shouldn't she feel at home at least? Things were better when she used to be May Smith, she didn't feel left out then."And Logan?" Antonina asked, smirking.MJ snorted, "That's why I'm here." A smile tugged at the corner of Antonina's lips as she stared at MJ knowingly.
She had to wait until they were gone, to leave. It was cold and stormy, and she was drenching-wet; she knew she was going to be cold after this.She did not know what she was thinking; she was on her way from Bon Appétit after Logan fired before she could start her night shift, when she saw her ex-boyfriend, Keagan, and his gangster friends in fancy suits and fancy cars, and she knew immediately that something fishy was going on.Keagan and his friends caused havoc in Cape Town; they were street dogs and were only loyal to themselves and amongst themselves. They had never even worn a single suit in their lives or gone for a job interview. They stayed in the streets and hustled for a living through small jobs and selling drugs.The last time she had seen Keagan in a suit, he pretended to be some rich man and robbed people of their money, until one day he was caught and sent to prison. When he got
"Sash, I just got a call from Dumi; she says you resigned. Please tell me that she is lying or that at least you have a new job." Was the first thing that her older sister greeted her with, the moment she parked her car in the front yard.Sasha sighed and walked past her sister, into the house. "Sasha-Lee, don't ignore me!"Sasha rolled her eyes and threw her handbag and keys on the sofa before taking off her overcoat and boots; remaining in her jeans and polo neck sweater."Sasha!" The warning in her sister's voice made her pause in her actions.She turned around to face her with an annoyed look on her face. "Demi, when you decided to quit your job at Parker's Enterprises, I did not interrogate you about the said job." She said and walked to the kitchen; her sister tailing her.Demi stood against the doorway and crossed her arms, her usual ove
By now, everyone was talking about her in the streets, but she was used to it; her fame took a peak when the video of her fight with Amber went viral, and when she danced on the tables at the club a few days ago.She knew that was partly why Zunaid did not want her; she had no care in the world, she lived life to her own standards, while he lived his life according to what society bid right.He wanted an obedient daughter, someone with discipline, and Courtney was the right candidate; she never went partying, she went to church almost every day, she did not have many friends, only went out on weekends if possible, and most importantly; she knew what she wanted to be in life.Shannon could still remember when Zunaid sat down with her and asked her what she wanted to be in life, and she said a dancer and choreographer; but he responded the same way David did and said dancing was not a career.
For someone who was used to breaking hearts, this time Logan had his heart served to him on a silver platter, twice in a row. It had been two days since his encounter with MJ at the hospital, and he still could not understand why she hurt him.It was early on a Saturday morning when he arrived at Sonya’s building, after making an excuse about going to get some clothes to Antonina. He jogged up the stairs since the elevator was still not working. He arrived in front of her door and stood outside, with his fist in mid-air, debating on what to say to MJ.He did not want to come out as desperate; all he wanted was to know why she hurt him so much; he could not wait for however long she said before finding out the truth. He had seen the hesitation in her eyes when she said those heart-wrecking words, and it haunted him to think that maybe she had no reason at all to hurt him.He knocked on the do
MJ and Liam arrived in London after midnight, this time without anyone stopping them on the way. They arrived at MJ's one-floor apartment on a ten floor building that Liam did not even know existed.It was only one huge room with only the bathroom in a separate room. The bottom of the walls was made of cement and painted in dark grey while the top was made of aluminium glass, allowing a better view of the outside world.On one side of the room was a king-sized bed made up with light grey bedcovers and a grey headboard. At the opposite end was what appeared to be a kitchenette with a kitchen island and a sink with a grey surface, and on opposite sides of the kitchen island were grey kitchen units.There was only one three-seater couch sitting carelessly on the side of the room, and a four-seat table at the centre of the room. There were random sports objects scattered around the floor