It was math class, a spring day. The start of a new quarter. Rowan Adams had her head resting in her hand looking out the window. The droning of the teacher coupled with the sounds of the rain were lulling her to sleep. Rowan hated math class. It was a useless waste of space in her eyes. She knew with what she wanted to do in her life math didn’t play a part of it. Rowan wanted to be a beautician. Making people feel their most beautiful after getting their hair done. A slam came down on her desk making her look up. The teacher, Mrs. Schroedene, was right in front of her desk. A look of annoyance marred her haggard features. Anyone could see that she was overworked and underpaid, which made her a mean math teacher. “Ms. Adams, you need math in order to work in the real world.”
“Correction, Mrs. S, I don’t for what I plan to do with my life. All I need is basic math nothing more.”
“Oh, ho, ho, is that so? And what do you plan on
After prom, Rowan and Dallas were inseparable. Dallas received the honor of Valedictorian for graduation. After their graduation ceremony Dallas took her in his arms and whispered in her ear for only her to hear. “Will you marry me?”Rowan was stunned at his sudden proposal but knew this was the man for her. “Yes but not right away. School first Mr. Big shot. Then we can have a small ceremony.”Dallas went on to state University while Rowan went to beauty school. It was hard for the two of them to see each other but they always made time on a Saturdays. She would test out some of her coursework on him. He would give her feedback when necessary. She loved how supportive he was of her. When Rowan finished beauty school Dallas was there to shower her with praise and his love. There was a huge bouquet of flowers in her arms when they left the ceremony.Rowan was able to start her career, while Dallas was still in school. He was a big name on campus. She didn’t think she h
Dallas was shocked she even suggested this as a way to thank him. He only expected her to express her gratitude an move on. Hope sprung forth in his heart. A possibility of reconciliation had his heart beating wildly. Agreeing to it immediately, he pushed his hands in his pockets to keep from hugging her. One step at a time. That’s what he kept saying to himself.After they all left the lake, Rowan met Dallas at a burger joint the two of them frequented when they were dating. It felt like old times minus the lovey-dovey atmosphere that usually surrounded them. Dallas tried to go at her pace, to feel how she was really doing. Rowan tried her hardest to stay level headed and calm. It barely was working. Her heart was galloping, palms were sweating, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss his pouty lips. Lips she missed much.Her next words to him were unexpected but welcomed. “Kiss me.”Dallas leaned over and kissed her sweetly on the lips. “Say you’ll love me ag
It has been a several years since he was forced to quit Kari-hope. No matter how hard he tried to get backing for an amusement park it seemed his name had been blacklisted. Kenji had thought going out of the country would help but even out of the country no place wanted to compete with Kari-hope. He had made his way through nearly every country trying to find some bank that would take a chance on him. The last bank he went to, the teller informed him of his status. Somehow Dallas Scott made sure he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on.He waited to hear if that very man would reach out to him, to his surprise nothing ever came. Kenji received a phone call from his younger brother that day. “Yo old timer, did you hear?”He sighed they were only 10 years apart, “What was I suppose to hear ‘oh little bratty one'?”“The CEO of Kari-hope died. He had cancer. That dude was a beast. He kept quiet about his illness and still managed to work.”“You serious? He died of cancer?”
Kemari gave a huge smile knowing that he is all they know. The two girls ran towards him hugging his legs. Kenji stood up and shook hands with Kimmie’s husband, Marshall. “I heard a lot about you. Kimmie absolutely adores you. If you had a fan club, I am a million percent sure she would be the president and vice president.” “Ah, well we did spend a lot of time together. We’re just a few years apart.” “Really? She likes to joke and tell me that she is still twenty-seven. She’s been that age for at least five years.” Kenji could only laugh, Kimie wasn’t nearby so he leaned n and whispered her true age, “She is thirty-four. But don’t tell her I told you.” “I won’t. I’ll just say I glimpsed her birth certificate or something. Good looking out. Kemari would just play dumb.” “He’s good at the naïve persona. So what do you do?” “I work at Kari-hope. I’m one of their engineers. Our CEO passed away last week and it’s been tough going.”
Kenji reached her table noticing she was with an older woman. He assumed the lady was her mother. They looked similar around the eyes. He gave the two women a pleasant smile, “I’m sorry to disturb you but I felt your eyes on me. Do I know you?” He could see the embarrassment blooming across her freckled cheeks. The sight intrigued him. He waited for her to answer. She looked away from him to her mother. “Forgive me. I thought you were someone I worked with before.” He shoved his hands in his pockets rocking on the balls of his feet. “I’ve worked in a few places. Where do you think we’ve worked together at?” She shot another look at her mom, seemingly having a silent conversation. “Please take a seat. Join us.” “I couldn’t possibly impose.” He held up his right hand to wave off the invitation. The older lady spoke up at that moment. “It is certainly not an issue. We just started our dinner. Mr. …?” Having her mother ask for his name he
After his meal was finished, he left to go home. His parents were gone. Kemari apparently had a date that night with some woman. The house was quiet. It brought him back to his time living alone overseas. The quiet used to frustrate him in the beginning. He was used to hearing the loudness of Kemari and Kimmie fighting. When he lived in England, he would play the local music to drown out the silence. It helped until eventually silence was something he craved for after a few months. He had to figure out what his next move was going to be. It was fortuitous that he ended up meeting her again. Even better, that her mother said she desperately needed to go on a date. Why she needed to do that was something of a mystery. He thought back to her beautiful green eyes. Despite, being in mourning she still seemed as fiery as from when they met as kids. Her auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, falling into beachy waves. He knew it was her when he first seen her at the restaurant wh
Sure, enough when morning came, Kenji was exhausted. His parents went at it for majority of the night. If his mind didn’t plague him with confusion on revenge, his parents grunting and howling made sure to steal his attention. Kenji did his best to look presentable. You could see the dark, purplish hues around his eyes. He looked as if he needed three layers of makeup and a cold compress. His raccoon eyes didn’t go unnoticed by his parents. When he went downstairs to grab something for breakfast. He dressed in a black pin stripped suit with a navy-blue tie light blue shirt. His cuff links were custom made to look like a Ferris wheel. It was his way of making sure to fulfill his dream. His parents were cuddling with each other as they drank coffee. He couldn’t help but want to gag. “Didn’t the two of you get enough of affection last night?” His dad looked at him sternly, while his mother hides her face against his chest smiling. “You could always move out. You kids ex
Kieran bristled under his touch. This man he could feel was up to something. He wasn’t sure what but what nearly forty year old wants to work at a place they wouldn’t have any growth. He clearly wants to woo Emma Jean and marry her so he could live his life on easy street. He casually removed his hand from his shoulder. “Yes, I do thank you for that. The interview has already commenced. Considering you lack a certain boundary I would think you aren’t fit for this place but it is not my choice to make.” Emma Jean came out of the conference room, the two men looked over at her. Kenji could see the love exuding from his very aura. She was wearing a white blouse, pinstriped high waisted skirt that fell just below her knees and suspenders. He could see every curve she possessed that was hidden when she was at the French restaurant. He hadn’t meant to speak out loud but the two of them looked at him. “Wow, gorgeous.” Her hair was fixed into a side fishtail; she smoothed he