Three Weeks Later… Maya stood quietly at Jordan’s garage and watched as his bodyguards carefully loaded several luggage at the back of one SUV. She clasped her hands in front of her and waited for him to come out from his house. After a while, Jordan appeared at the front door, carrying Spencer in his arms, who has his one hand over his eyes, sobbing lightly. Jordan, on the other hand is assuring him gently, telling him to stop crying and assuring Spencer that he’s going to call him every day. When their eyes met, Jordan removed Spencer’s hand from his eyes and kissed him tenderly and whispered something to him. Maya watched as their son hugged his father’s neck tightly and kissing him on the cheek again and again. “Now, promise dad that you will take good care of Mommy,” Jordan said after a while. Spencer nodded, crossing his hand over his heart, making a promise. Jordan smiled satisfactorily and after one last hug and kiss, he gently handed Spencer to Lila. “Let Lila take you b
Grayson, with his arms crossed over his chest, watched the doorway of the delivery room on the VIP Floor Level, where Maya has been wheeled in over an hour ago. He uncrossed his arms and massaged the back of his neck to get rid of the strain that he is currently feeling.It was a late Tuesday evening when he received a call from his butler that Maya is on her way to the hospital, informing him that her water broke and started having contractions. Finishing his meeting with his tenants, he immediately went to the hospital.“Hey, I’m here. Didn’t I tell you not to walk too much?” Grayson said softly as well as chiding her, when he entered her room, where she is breathing in and out deeply while she went through another contraction. He took her hand from Yasmine and let her squeeze his tightly while his other hand rubbed her back. He kissed her head lovingly and smiled down at her. “Looks like we’re finally meeting our son in a few hours.”Maya, with tears in her eyes, looked up at him a
Ten Years Later… Jordan took a sip from his coffee and frowned through his sunglasses when he saw who seemed to be a paparazzi took a quick photo of him on a bright Wednesday morning at one of the quaint cafés in E Country. His eyes followed the man for a while before he finally reached for his phone on the table when it notified of a message. He read the message that Mason had sent him before opening the attached file of a certain contract for his hotel. “Jordan!” A warm voice called out. He looked up and a smile appeared on his face when he saw Maya walking towards him with a smile. He stood up from his chair when she is near and bent down, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek when she finally arrived. “Have you waited long?” She asked after he pulled a chair for her and sat down. “Not too long and caught a paparazzi take some shots,” he answered with humor. Maya gave him an apologetic look before looking up at the waiter and took the menu handed to her. She scanned for a few
Glaring lights from several news channel helicopters pointed towards the open sea as three medium-sized cargo ships with each leadman shouting instructions to their operators over their handheld radios pulled up something from beneath the dark waters.A large crowd had gathered over the sea wall and watched as the lights from the helicopters continued to give the illumination it needs while most of them had their phones out, recording the ongoing situation. A few feet away, media vans had parked for a better angle of the scene while siren lights from police cars and ambulance are filling the area.Jordan Cunningham, stood erect and silently by the dock, watching intently as the three cargo ships had finally pulled out a damaged black, vintage Rolls Royce. The three cranes then moved together towards the fourth empty cargo ship and finally dropped the vehicle.“Still no sign of her form, sir. They had just found Simon’s body and Coast Guard is bringing him up. We added more divers just
Grayson St. Claire took off his sunglasses on a bright Thursday morning when he heard his name being called from the deck below on his private yacht. He squinted towards the bright sun before sitting up from the wooden lounge chair that he is occupying to get some tan and waited for his secretary to finally appear.“How the hell did you find me?!” He growled when Thomas Jamison finally appeared, wearing his usual executive suite, except for his leather shoes, which he changed into some comfortable loafers. His secretary is holding an envelope and his Ipad. “Didn’t I tell you that I don’t want to be disturbed?! F8ck, Thomas, do you always have to go against my instructions?”Thomas, his long-time secretary only gave him a tiring look.“I would have done that, Mr. St. Claire if you had informed your mother that the catering for her Welcome Dinner Party has already been taken care of completely,” Thomas answered, not affected by his employer’s outburst. “Now, she gave me more instruction
“Where am I?”The first three words heard over the air inside the Presidential Suite of The Southshore Hospital.A woman opened her eyes slowly and adjusted to the dimly lit surroundings. She tried sitting up but felt her body battered and bruised. She turned to her right and found herself looking at the glass wall, noticing a bandage wrapped around her head.“Hello?” She called out weakly. She touched her head gently. “Is somebody there?”She covered her face when she saw a silhouette stood up and walked to turned on the lights. Closing her eyes to prevent the glare from hurting her sight, she heard the person inside the room approached her bedside.“Are you alright, Miss?”After a few minutes, she finally opened her eyes and looked at the man with a pair of dark brown eyes behind some frameless glasses, perched on his hose. He was looking at her intently, concern oblivious on his kind face.“Where am I?”“You’re in one of the rooms of The Southshore Hospital,” the man answered calml
Grayson looked up from the document that he is reading on a sunny Wednesday morning when he heard the door of his office open abruptly. He saw his mother entering with a harassed Thomas behind her, who is holding her coat in one arm.“Hello, mother. Aren’t you supposed to be resting in your room at the hotel that I had booked for you?” Grayson greeted as he stood up, going around his table and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek lightly. “It’s still a bit early for you to harass Thomas. Look. You already made him look a fool of himself.”Tall, regal, and beautiful Rebecca St. Claire glared up at her younger son before taking a seat on the chair that Thomas had held out for her.“Perhaps sherry, Thomas,” Grayson instructed to his secretary with slight amusement, knowing the reason why his mother came to his office unannounced. “Make it double, if you may.”“You are not taking me seriously, Grayson,” Mrs. St. Claire scolded when Thomas went out. “The guest list was in the Bentley that f
Six years later…Thirty-two-years-old Jordan Cunningham stepped out from the back of the black Mercedes Benz car that he rode in at the driveway of The Oceanview Resort Hotel and Spa after giving instructions to his driver on a Tuesday morning.His secretary, Mason Brown stood beside him, who is typing on his phone.“Mr. Brian, the hotel manager is on his way, sir,” Mason informed formally.“Has everything been completed here?” Jordan asked.“Yes, Mr. Cunningham,” Mason immediately answered as they went up the steps. “A meeting with the CEO and the chef of Aurora, the hotel’s main restaurant that just recently signed the contract will follow after two hours.”“Mr. Cunningham,” the hotel manager greeted formally, bowing to him as he held out his hand to shake. “Welcome to The Oceanview. It is an honor to meet you.”Jordan shook his hand, returning the greeting. His eyes then strayed towards the employees who are all lined up at the lobby and bowed at him in greeting.“Don’t let me keep