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SONIA’S POV
“I don't know how I feel about your boyfriend, Sonia,” Jessica, my best friend says from inside the apartment while I work on my laptop in the balcony of Shaun's apartment. I playfully roll my eyes, “Yeah?” I say, encouraging my friend to go on without looking away from my laptop screen. It isn't news anymore that Jessica hates, and that's using capital letters to emphasize it, my boyfriend, Shaun. It has been evident in the way she always schools me about him. In her words, I wasn't supposed to end up with someone like Shaun after years of being single. “It's just that I think he's a sketchy human being. Who leaves their girlfriend in their apartment for days while they go away to another city? Who knows what he's doing as we speak. Who knows who he's with?!” I sigh and get up on my feet, going back inside. “Don't put images in my head, Jess. He's away on a business trip.” I say to her for the umpteenth time in three days. “That's what you keep saying, my friend.” Jess walks up to me and guides me to the couch so we're now sitting on it. “You know I love you and I only want the best for you, right?” I nod while keeping my face neutral. “Leave Shaun. He will break your heart and leave you ruined for your soul mate. I don't want that. You're way too good for him. You know I know a guy who knows a guy, I could hook you up with someone better. And richer too.” “Jessica?” I stare intently at my best friend who is as beautiful as they come, her Brunette curly hair a perfect contrast to my ginger, wavy one. “Yes, honey?” “I'm not interested.” I deadpan and with that, we both start laughing. The conversation switches to something lighter from there. In all honesty, Jessica's comments about Shaun hasn't escaped the rational part of me. Each time she fly’s in from the UK, she always tries to change my mind about him and when that is done not once or twice but past five times, it only leaves me to wonder if Jessica is seeing something in Shaun that I'm not. Whereas Shaun isn’t necessarily my first boyfriend ever, Jessica has had so many experiences in the dating field so if she says Shaun isn't genuine, then maybe she could most definitely be speaking from experience. My mind immediately goes to that night two weeks ago when I saw that small black box in the jacket of his suit after our dinner. Sitting pretty and all shiny inside the box was a diamond ring. I had thought he didn't find the perfect time during our date to pop the question but up until now, he hasn't either. Long after Jessica leaves to catch her evening flight back to the UK, I lay in Shaun's bedroom, enveloped in the warmth of his bed that emanates his oud perfumed scent. Like a bee drawn to honey, I pick up my phone from beside me and break the one promise I made to myself when I had installed a tracker into Shaun's phone. I know I initially said it would be only for emergencies but in case you haven't noticed, there's an internal crisis going on inside me which is in fact an emergency. Finding the tracking app connected to my phone, I input Shaun's phone’s IP address and hold my breath as a green circle rolls on the screen, indicating that it’s loading. By the time it’s done loading, my breath still remains hitched in my throat and a million thoughts races through my head. Maybe, Jess was right after all. I can hear my consciousness say, but I push her voice far away. Now's not the time. The red dot on my screen indicates that Shaun is here in New Orleans. Specifically at the New Orientals Hotel, the largest hotel chain in North America. He's supposed to be in Japan on a research trip with his colleagues. Just this morning he said he wouldn't be back until Friday night and today was just… Wednesday. Before I can think better of it, I grab my jacket and car keys and in two minutes, I'm driving down to Shaun's location. There's no doubt he's cheating, exactly as Jessica had suspected. Less than twenty minutes later, I'm parked in the hotel's parking lot and despite my inner turmoil, I will myself to look unbothered as I walk into the hotel, clad in a black satin skirt and matching bodysuit. Colors that match how I feel inside. I don't stop to speak with any of the receptionists, neither do I use the elevator. I climb the stairs one at a time, until my green dot is directly aligned with Shaun's red dot. I look up and find myself in front of Room 213. My heart begins to thunder. Not from my walk on the stairs but from what lays behind the doors. Today I have decided to make peace with myself. The life I live isn't truly the one which has been destined for me since birth and Shaun's actions has just given me a reality check, reminding me that we were probably never meant to be. Probably? Oh, who am I kidding? My family’s affiliation with the mafia world would always be a barrier stopping me from having or creating anything meaningful with the real world. My knuckles connect with the cold surface of the door, sending two series of raps against it. I can hear muffled sounds behind the door but because I've had years of experience in overhearing conversations that I shouldn’t have been listening to outside the doors of my father's office, I'm able to make out the words. “Who is there?” I know for sure that that is Shaun's voice. Clearing my voice to make it sound as unrecognizable as I can muster, I reply, “Room Service.” “Babe, I think your meal is here.” “Finally! I'm famished.” That voice… If my listening wasn't as skilled as it was, I would have missed it. But… The door flies open and I'm not the only one who stands frozen in their stance. My mouth is slightly agape and it's not from the shock of seeing Shaun's equally shocked and shirtless form behind the brunette that answered the door. I'm shocked because the woman holding the door open and looking at me with a flustered face while wearing a thin material of nightwear that leaves nothing to the imagination … is Jessica.We walk to the accordion player and Anthony says something in Italian before dipping his hand into his back pocket and coming out with a wad of cash. The happy man accepts it thankfully with a smile and waves at us as we continue our walk.Anthony leads me past the troop of tourist that seem to be lost in their own world, past the mini restaurant we’d eaten at, and then around the building, until we’re standing in front of another railing just like the one we’d walked out from. The only difference is this part is filled with a lot less people than the other.There’s also a really big—no, I don’t think ‘big’ is the appropriate word to call what’s in front of us. There’s an insanely huge, white, and spectacular looking Yacht floating on the water in front of us.I give it a second glance, admiring how pretty she is before shifting my gaze to Anthony who’s surprisingly looking at me with a smile. I frown at him, wondering what he’s smiling about when I observe the kind of smile he has on
After settling the bills and tipping the nice grandma’s quite generously, we leave the cozy restaurant and Italian behind.The night is cool but not cold. It’s the kind of weather that makes you want to walk slowly and hold hands with someone, so I do just that. I let Anthony drape his jacket over my shoulders as he leads me across the curb and to the edge of the pavement, where other tourists are lined up and taking pictures of the large body of water beyond.Everything looks beautiful from this distance, even the Statue of Liberty, albeit small because of the distance. I watch her torch gleam under the moonlight.But that’s not all I notice. It might be a bit unrelated, but our position reminds me a little of our second meeting on the rooftop of his hotel back home.I’d been contemplating between life and death, and in walks this man, coming out of the sky to educate me on the proper way to get it done.I let out a breath of laughter before I can stop myself.“What is it?” He asks f
SONIA’S POVTo be honest, I expected somewhere fancy with ridiculous prices attached to the menu list. Somewhere absolutely Anthony.What I didn’t expect was for Anthony to take me somewhere completely unexpected.Right now, we’re thousands of miles away from home and the spices and cooking wine I got from the supermarket yesterday. We’re wearing sneakers—well, me, that is— on a little ferry, with the wind slapping our faces and Anthony’s grinning beside me like this is his first time doing this.“You brought me to… Staten Island?” I shout over the breeze.“Technically, we’re still mid river. But yes.” He shouts back.I squint at him, giggling. “This is your idea of a first date?”“There’s no way you’re not on board with this. I thought you’d be more surprised.”I’m laughing now. “I am surprised, Anthony. We flew to New York for this. You’re so unpredictable.”He shrugs like it’s nothing. Like we’re not surrounded by honking gulls and random tourists arguing in different languages. “I
Charlene’s povThe harsh florescence of the store stings both my eyes and my pride. My heels clack on the tiles, sharp and purposeful, like each step is meant to stab something—someone. Two people.I walk hard and fast out of that aisle and to another, not because I’m flustered or anything… Okay, fine. I am flustered, but I also need space—lots of it.I was trying to be nice. I really was.Who cares if it was only because I needed something in the end? What matters is that I was being nice.But no.. Of course, Sonia would waltz in with a baby bump I never noticed before now, and a billionaire husband, thinking she’s better than me. She’s not the only one who knows how to snatch herself a rich man. I could if I wanted. And that’s exactly what I’d been trying to initiate before I saw how close they stood next to each other.I could almost smack my head for being oblivious to both of them the other day at the office. If I’d looked… truly and carefully, I probably would’ve spotted it.But
I raise a brow, encouraging her to go on while also knowing that her next words may be the reason I finally commit my first murder.“I’ve got this event coming up.” She starts. “It’s a regional summit. Big names will be there. I was thinking maybe you could… I don’t know, pass my name along? To Mr. Romano…”Okay, that’s not so bad. She wants him as an attendee. Or a special guest or speaker or even—“… As my plus one.”Oh…Without a doubt, this is all my fault. Lying to her about my relationship with the man in the first place. What do I even say to her request? Because there’s no way in hell I’m letting my husband go frolicking with some other chick. Particularly the one standing in front of me.“You could just ask him yourself.”“I was going to send an email, but who checks that these days?” Uh… CEO’s? With a multimillion-dollar company to run. “So, I thought asking you would be better and much quicker. You know, as his friend.”I narrow my eyes at her, noticing how she stresses the
I turn away and begin to move as sleekly as possible, mostly so that Viper doesn’t notice I’m trying to avoid someone and then proceed to make a scene of this little matter.Because that’s all it is. It’s something I can handle.I think.I’m almost at the wine aisle when I spot her again, and closer this time.Charlene is now by the dairy aisle, looking way too put together for a grocery run. She’s also in heels. Who the hell wears heels to buy milk? Right. Charlene, who was at work only minutes ago, suddenly appeared here after I arrived.I narrow my eyes, focusing on picking out the right wine for cooking, I may or may not be needing at all, but I’m still deciding to buy nonetheless.I want to assume Charlene’s presence here is merely a coincidence, but how much of a coincidence is it that we come across each other in one of the most random places ever? And still—she’s here. Smiling at yogurt.My instincts hum in warning, and so does my phone in my purse. I take it out to see if Ant
SONIA’S POV“Someone’s unusually in a good mood today.” Sam snickers ahead of me, stepping into the café and holding the doors for me. “Thanks, babe.” “So, are you going to spill or what?” She bumps her shoulder into mine after we’ve placed our orders and as we take a seat at an empty table. Of
ANTHONY’S POVUnlike the last couple of days when I usually came back home to a silent and cold house, today seems to be different. And I don’t mean different in the sense that the curtains are drawn all the way back today for the first time since that night, nor the lights being turned on.It’s be
ANTHONY’S POVMy jaws have clenched so much, I fear I’m at risk of losing my molars for good. The fucker’s right, and when I don’t give him a reply again, he knows that the answer to his question is a yes. “Not every woman you meet will be a Jey, man. Has Sonia ever given you a reason to think tha
SONIA’S POV A very long time ago, someone once dear to me said betrayal would come in different shapes, forms and sizes and so I should be mindful of the words that comes out of my mouth and especially who I say those words to. My Mother also said not everyone likes the idea of anyone else being







