The CEO's Stolen Moments

She woke up to the sound of a vehicle, the old vehicle that annoyingly runs round the island with no motive, only to reach a certain destination; the other end of the island, and back again to the start. The vehicle’s sound came on again. She hissed and threw the blanket off, away from her cold body.What a soothing alarm on a Sunday morning!Sloane West peeped through the window, attacked by the ray of sunlight that hit her socket. 'Darn it!'. She walked back to the bed and sat on it’s edge, staring at a picture frame on the drawer. It was a picture of a little girl and a man, a beautiful one to be precise.Then the locket round her neck caught her sight, she wasn’t smiling nor frowning, she just scoffed and walked to the bathroom, grabbed a toothpaste and brush, did the job, took a quick bath and walked to the dressing table.Her reflection was an obviously attractive one. A pretty young woman in her early 20s, with a nicely shaped facial appearance; black brows, long

The waves were higher this time, so beautiful the birds had to look down to see its beauty. The damages of the last few days by the water wasn’t a funny one. The knotted bamboo sticks we’re scattered around the sands, some were being returned by the water. The girls hadn’t been spared from the wrath, the house roof had to be repaired multiple times.Phoebe Fresher took a walk round the house and frowned, the roof was alright and well fixed but the windows weren’t in their best conditions. She took the nail and pinned it to the wall, grabbing the hammer when she got interrupted by Drake.“Hey baby,” her boyfriend whispered calmly into her ears, holding her by the waist, he wasn’t too slow giving her a great kiss, “and what do we have here, Phoebs?” obviously what he calls her.“Trying to fix the windows,” she pulled back and took the hammer again, “it’s damaged.”“Why don’t you get another one done, get the Islanders and pay them a little cash.”“Like you’ve got

 Present Day46 hours, 52 minutes to California seemed like a year.The cargo had pulled up at the Port and the girls had left with their boxes. They had boarded a taxi to their rented apartment.Mary King inserted the key into the hole and turned it anticlockwise. When the door was unlocked she pushed it open. Behold! It was a lovely apartment, a well furnished one. They had paid online for it at Rhode Island and the agents had sent a key to them.She scanned the living room with the corners of her weary eyes.The clock greeted them 12:00 am and soon Phoebe and Sloane were fast asleep on the white couch.Mary didn’t sleep so early in fact she had watched the clock hit 12:10. The last ten minutes were spent chatting with Henry, she told him they had arrived at California and was expecting a reply when she looked back on what had happened on the ship.She had seen a dark man who had rabbits all over him, from his shoulders to hi

He walked to the bed and took his suitcase, buttoning his shirt and knotting his tie.The sun was out and up, calling for the day’s work. The town looked so beautiful from above. Fremont was a nice place to stay, at least he had contributed in making it one and would love to see it become better even if there was a bridge stopping him from doing so.He smiled seeing the kids happy on the roller coaster with their parents running around, talking with neighbours and friends.His wedding was fast approaching and he wasn’t too happy about it. Watching his father hire a lot of workers to do the job not minding whether he was happy or not was the worst part of it all, but seeing the people happy made him happy too, he still had big plans for them and wouldn’t love to put his personal issues in the way.“Fred,” a woman in an apron called. She was no kid, an old woman, probably the age of his grandmother, or was she?

“Hey, get back here you two.”The woman in red was talking so loud, she woke the birds on the tree, the awoken ones whistled aloud signaling the others that there was an attacker nearby and they all flapped their wings and flew away.The blind man across the street, waved his arms towards passersby, he had a hat full money and still begged for more. He wasn’t seeing the kids in his front, who were playing with a good amount of his money and not listening to their mother’s call but he could feel their breath on his wrinkled neck. “Go meet your mother, she’ll be so sad looking for you.”The kids nodded, keeping the money back into the hat and running to meet their worried mother.Jane sighed as she took them in, washing away the mud on their faces. “Anna, Joe, the next time you do that, I’ll make sure you don’t get cupcakes for a week.”“We are sorry mom,” the twins apologized and ran in.A knock was heard on the door, who could that be, Jane wonder