"I didn't do anything, Callan. I swear, I didn't do anything to anyone." Orla sobbed, clinging to Callan's arms. She was petrified. All her life, she had never been more scared than she was now.Callan had zero idea what she was jabbering, but he let her stay there, carefully patting her back to soothe her. "Stay here," he purred."She will come for me, they will come for me. They hate me, they all hate me." She muttered in a shaky voice. She slackened her grip on Callan and stepped away from him. "I can't stay here," tears trickled down her cheeks in folds. "Hey," He was stressed out after travelling for hours, but the fear that marred Orla's face was perturbing and he wanted to do something to help. It was obvious hugging her wouldn't do much and he had no idea what to do to someone who just awoke from a terrible dream. He didn't give a fuck if anyone was hurt, had terrible dreams or was even dying but he had been restless since he left the house and all that crammed his head was
"Go get dressed, we are going somewhere."That was all it took to get her out of the house and down to wherever they were now.Nothing more followed those words and now, they were in front of a skyscraper with different smaller buildings. She couldn't even point out where they were and why they were there.David set the car to a halt, securing a pass from the valet parking services. "Thank you, David," Callan said, smiling a little to ease the tension that compressed the car throughout the ride.They got out of the car and headed to one of the small buildings. Orla stopped in her tracks when they were close to the door, hands delicately attached to her sides, she glanced at Callan and asked. "Where is this place and why are we here?""You don't have to trust me. You just have to come in to feed your curiosity." Callan responded, kissing his teeth. Orla squinted, her eyebrows furrowing in worry. She trusted that Callan wouldn't sell her off to organ harvesters, he had a lot of money
"Halt your steps, Orla," Callan stated calmly as soon as they walked right into their bedroom. Fuck whatever nonsense he had said about not wanting her in the past, he wanted her now and he'd have her.Though his voice was calm, Orla could easily pick the authority in his tone and without hesitation, she stopped. Her hands trembled in her back, anticipating what Callan was about to do to her. He took off his blazer, and his shirt followed. He was half naked in front of her, causing her to swallow hard, admiring his perfect manly figure.With swift gaits like that of a Panther, he closed the distance between them and tilted her chin up to look at him. "Slow girl," he trailed his fingers all over her jaw, gently pinching and caressing her. He was just touching her, but a million wanton thoughts muddied up Orla's mind. Thoughts that made her panties ooze with slimy fluid, "Look at me," his husky voice growled, and his hand was now at the back of her head.She managed to shoot her chin u
They shouldn't have begun the whole thing if he wouldn't finish with her. Callan thought.He dug his nails in his hair, aggressively scratching his head. He was lost for words, lost of thoughts, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to that room.His cock jerked in his trousers. He was aroused and felt the need to spill out his seed. Teasing Orla had set him in the mood, he needed to have sex. Playing with himself was not his thing, but calling one of his whores to meet at the penthouse could satisfy his concupiscent needs that night.Without shilly-shallying, Callan fumbled his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone to dial the quickest number he could reach. He grabbed the car keys, buttoned up his shirt and dashed out of the living room before Orla showed up. He was subconsciously reminded of the fact that he was going to cheat on his wife again, but he ignored it. At that time, it was best for him to ignore it.His selfishness obscured other emotions as he drove towards t
Some days later.It still felt like a dream when the Vet told Orla that Betty had suffered from Feline Cardiomyopathy, the sudden collapse was due to exhaustion. The illness had gotten to its last stage and it was incurable.Orla protested, she had treated Betty a few months ago and nothing about the illness was said to her. It suddenly happened and was too late to stop. Betty couldn't make it, she died without a proper goodbye to her best friend.Orla's whole world crumbled when the news of Betty's death was delivered to her. She didn't believe it was true. It'd been two days, and she still didn't want to believe that Betty was gone for real. She was gone, leaving her alone in the cold world, there was no best friend anymore, and there was no Betty anymore.There was nothing to make her happy anymore, there was no one she could vent to anymore, no one she could cuddle up with, rant to, kiss, and play with. Even though Betty couldn't talk back when she ranted, she was relieved whenev
David brought in the food Callan had ordered that morning, set the package on the dining table and left the living room afterwards. Callan settled on the dining chair, emptying the food off the package. That was Orla's duty whenever they wanted to eat, but that morning, she wasn't anywhere around the dining room. After Callan left for his study that night, she left for the guest room too, but Callan had no idea she didn't sleep in the bedroom. He only got to know when he came back the next morning to find the next room empty, and without being told, he already figured out where she slept. He spooned some rice into a clean plate and reclined on the chair to eat. He leisurely ate the food, waiting for his wife to show up, but she didn't. It was now about ten minutes into the food and she still hadn't come out to eat. He understood that she was still reeling from her cat's death and he shouldn't even be bothered, but it couldn't be helped. He was so worried about her, so worried sh
A huge flame of mortification whacked Callan in the face when Orla ignored him, but he quickly veiled the spurting hurt before it became visible in his countenance.He contemplated walking away and staying back to give the cat to her but he couldn't go back. He was already in front of her and he got the cat for her, it didn't matter if she wanted to see him or not. He had to give her what he got for her.Orla was oblivious to the cat that was behind Callan. Though her eyes were on him, her vision was fuzzy from unshed tears and she could barely see that he came with a cat.With her fingers, she brushed the flowers off her hair and dress and rose to her feet. She looked at Callan again and this time, she glimpsed the cat. A small smile popped up on Callan's face when he noticed Orla's eyes were on the cat behind him, he walked closer and towered above her."Orla?" He dubbed tranquilly."What do you want from me?" She responded harshly, obviously not interested in the cat. She was a ca
This chapter is dedicated to all Writers who lost their lives in the course of writing their books. You will always be remembered for good.Keep resting in peace, Heroes."Mr Barlowe, do you have any contribution before we round off the meeting?" Rosa asked, glancing towards the direction her boss was seated. He had been blank since the beginning of the meeting, he hardly heard a word they said.Callan stared back at her, stunned. He shook his head and the corner of his lips twitched in a small smile. "That will be all for now."Rosa and the board members exchanged ungratified glares, that shouldn't be all. He hadn't even said anything since the inception of the meeting and there he was, telling them that would be all for now.She knew something was wrong with her Boss, but she didn't know what it was. He had been like that for days now—lost in his thoughts, contributing less to the discussions she had with him, staring into space whenever she talked to him."But sir, you haven't spo