The car radio was playing a popular African song as Sterling and I were being driven to the hospital. It was a few minutes past midnight and the windows were rolled all the way up, as the AC blasted, producing cold air. Sterling and I were sitting in the backseat and the one who was driving was Zack. I could not stop my heart from racing and maybe would have had a panic attack if Zack was not there with me. “You look nervous,” Sterling pointed out and then chuckled. “You should not be if you’re telling the truth about your dad being at the hospital.” He smirked and then tried to touch my arm but I pulled away from him. “I’m not nervous, I’m just pissed that you think I’m lying and that you’re dragging me out at this hour because you’re insecure,” I said in response and he made a small throaty sound before looking out the window. I caught Zack glancing at me from the rearview mirror, there was worry in his eyes and I was praying that he would come up with some kind of plan to get m
It was the next day and the morning was beautiful. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the birds were chirping away. The air was warm and the smell of pancakes lingered. Sterling was dressed in a really nice black business suit and a red tie. His hair was styled to perfection and he looked really good. He smelled really good too. I watched him as he admired himself in the full-length mirror until he turned and locked eyes with me. “How do I look?” He asked as he flashed me a gleeful smile. “Hmm, okay, I guess,” I replied to him as I shrugged. I walked past him and checked myself up in the mirror. I was wearing a beautiful red dress that was a bit short. It stopped me right above my knees. I allowed my hair to flow down my shoulders and I even did my make-up. I was a bit skinnier than I usually was because of everything that had been happening but I looked really good regardless. I turned back in his direction and asked, “How do I look?”“Smoking hot!” He did not miss a be
My heart was pounding and I stood up from the chair and breathed out a labored sigh. I stared at the screen on the computer and it was still loading. There was literally one minute remaining and waiting for the one minute felt like torture. I knew that the guys that the IT guys had sent were already on their way, and that made me even more anxious. “Come on, come on,” I repeated to myself like a mantra as I stared at the screen of the computer. “Come on!” I yelled and then the countdown started. There were only forty seconds left. “Excuse me, ma’am, would you kindly step away from the computer?” One of the guys said as he entered the office with two more guys with him. My heart dropped and it was like everything was in slow motion for a few seconds as my brain tried to process everything that was happening. Then my mind resumed back into real-time. I turned in the direction of the computer and quickly pulled out the small device expertly. The screen of the computer went back t
It was morning and my eyes fluttered open as I smiled warmly; memories of the night replaying in my mind. I and my boyfriend spent almost all night making love, only leaving me with a few hours to sleep, yet I felt well-rested. A smile lingered on my lips and a warm feeling filled my chest. I was so happy that I had proved to my wealthy parents that they were wrong; that love could truly be found anywhere, even in the heart of a commoner. I could not deny that Samuel was the love of my life. He was one of a kind, the type of person that you met once in a lifetime. He was my rock, my lifeline, and my everything. I never thought I would even think of settling down until now. I had never been in a relationship for this long. Everything was falling into place. I was living my fairy tale life; the one that I read about in my favorite novels. Who could have thought that the day I bumped into him on the subway would be the start of a beautiful love story? He was so nervous and I was
Had I just heard my mother right? An arranged marriage? It all was just getting worse and worse. “You must be joking,” I scoffed the words out. I stared at her blank expression and chuckled dryly. Yes, my parents were controlling but not this controlling. They would never push me into a loveless, stale marriage, no matter what that reason was. At least that was what I thought. “Heather, you have been alone for the past two years, it’s not healthy for you or for the family’s image,” She said to me. I used all my inner strength to stop myself from rolling my eyes out of respect for her. Even if it was about my life, my parents always had a way to make it about them. I bit her tongue back, withholding from telling my mother that I had been in a beautiful relationship with a perfect man for the past two years. If Samuel was the type of man that my parents wanted me to be in a relationship with, then I would have told them about him in a heartbeat, and this whole arranged marriage
With widened eyes and a shaky breath, I stared at Samuel. He had a small smile on his face as he studied my shocked expression. What the hell was going on? With shock, sadness, anger, and so many emotions filling me, I slapped Samuel hard across his face, causing him to double back and let out a string of cusses. I did not wait for him to regain his composure but rather let out my anger by hitting his strong muscular body in an attempt to cause him to feel at least a small portion of how hurt I felt. “How could you?!” I cried as I hit him with my hands. I was pissed but mostly hurt. After breaking up with me with no explanation, and ghosting me, he had the guts to stand in front of me with a smile. Was he a sociopath? “Ouch, stop hitting me!” The man protected himself by using his arms as a shield before he finally grabbed me by my waist, closed the door with his leg, and held me tightly, not giving me the chance to assault him. “Stop fighting!” He tried to get me to calm down b
I could not believe my eyes. My heart was thumping in my chest and my palms became sweaty as I stared into the face of the love of my life that had dumped me via a stupid rashly-written note. Deep inside, I felt joy and wanted to run to him so I could give him a bear hug but I had to keep my composure. I needed to know whether that note was just a prank or if it was actually a real thing; if he had written it for the sole purpose of kicking me out of his life. “Sammy?” I walked closer to him. His eyes confirmed that it was him. It was my Samuel. I could never forget those eyes. He was out of words. A look of incredible shock sat on his face. He blinked rapidly for a few seconds as if he wanted to make sure that he was not hallucinating. “Heather, what are you doing here? Ho-how are you even here?” I scoffed and shook her head slowly. Before speaking, I quickly took out the note that he had written me and shoved it into his chest. “You don’t get to ask the questions here. I do.
I watched as Samuel was led out of the mansion, and I could not do anything. This was not America, my last name did not have as much power here in London as it did there. So the only thing that I decided to do was find Sterling and get more information as to what the hell was going on. I released a sigh and then walked in the direction that he took off in. I could smell his cologne as I headed for the living room. When I reached there, I saw him sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand. “Excuse me? We need to talk.” I was polite. “Please…” He barely looked at me. He kept his eyes trained on the show that was playing on the huge TV as he took sips of his beer. “Sterling, we need to talk,” I said a bit louder as I folded my arms on my chest. Again, he ignored me. I knew that he was hearing me clearly and was aware of my presence, so the fact that he was pretending that I was not there started to annoy me. I unfolded my arms, huffed, and reached for the remote control