Tides Of Betrayal

“Do you like it?”I looked at Yvonne who was looking at me expectantly. I looked back at my reflection in the mirror and turned so I could see the dress from other angle. It was beautiful, simple and yet exquisite.“Yes, I do. The fabric is heavenly,” I said and she clapped happily.“I designed it just for you!” My friend squealed as she got up to her feet and approached me. I was glad she was happy. And appreciated that she designed this dress for me.“Just wait till you see your wedding dress. I’m not done with that yet though,” she said with a small chuckle and walked around me slowly.I was wearing a cream colored full length gown that had a beautiful corset-like design that accentuated my bust and waist. I was smaller in the chest size but this really did well for me.I liked the long balloon sleeves and the way the skirt hugged my hips. All in all, I looked beautiful. I was right to give a Yvonne the job to make my engagement dress.Perks of having a friend that’s a designer.“W

When I got home, I stripped out of my dress and switched off my phone that had been blowing up before going straight to the bathroom.I looked in the mirror and pressed my lips together when I saw that my cheeks was red and swollen. My mother had never slapped me before. She must have been so angry because my cheek was really hurting.My heart sunk into my chest at the realization that I had actually embarrassed my family. But what hurt more was what my mother had said.“Not now,” I took in a deep breath and went into the bathtub. The warm water did nothing to soothe my aching muscles and withering soul.My life was a mess now.When I had enough of soaking in the water, I got out an dried myself before slipping into my robe. I tied my hair up in a bun and went to my living room. I sat down on the floor beside the couch and laid my head on it.That was the only thing I could do at the moment.I sat there for a long time until I heard the doorbell. I slowly raised my head, wandering who

I got down from the bend, wincing when I felt the undeniable ache in between my legs. I saw a paper on the nightstand and I went to pick it up. The handwriting was cursive and I wondered if this person was a pampered kid while growing up.‘I left for work. Take your time and leave when you’re ready. Last night was…unexpected’I crumpled the paper and buried my face in my hands. Who did I sleep with? I didn’t even know his name. I closed my eyes and an image of a man popped up on my head. Green eyes…I remembered him! I had met him at my apartment building before. But I can’t remember when….and then I met him yesterday and he gave me the night of my life? Was he stalking me?My phone!I searched for my bag and found it by the bedside. I grabbed it and fished out my phone. I switched it on and cringed when I saw a lot of missed calls from Yvonne. My phone was flooded with text messages from her too. I opened the text messages and read them.The first ones were random check-ins and pictu

“That will be all for today. Don’t forget the changes I made. I want a revised version on my desk by tomorrow morning,” Mr. Railway announced, his voice crisp and commanding. Everyone around the table nodded in unison, gathering their belongings as they rose from their seats. I watched him, the way his fingers danced over his phone as he typed—elegant, swift, almost mesmerizing. Everything about him was attractive, a dangerous distraction I couldn’t afford.Swallowing my errant thoughts, I stood up, smoothed my skirt, and walked out of the conference room. If he was determined to act like that night had never happened, then I had no problem doing the same.Back in my office, I let out a sigh of relief. For a few minutes, I could breathe before diving back into the chaos of the day. I opened my iPad, pulling up the contract we were about to close with King’s Publishing Company. They were eager to collaborate with our new software, but in exchange, they offered only thirty percent of the

I nearly tripped when I got to the door of Mr. Railway’s office. “Keep it together, Vera,” I whispered to myself and knocked before walking in. Mr. Railway was at his desk with his coffee in his hand. He relaxed into the chair while his eyes were glued to his laptop.“Good morning, sir,” I greeted as I approached him and stood in front of his desk. He locked with mine, piercing my soul and sending a shiver down my spine. He wore a black shirt that hinted at the muscular build beneath, paired with dark gray slacks. His blazer was draped over his chair, exuding effortless power.“Did you set the meeting time with the press?” His deep voice sent a pleasant jolt through me, making me weak in my knees.“Yes, sir. Twelve thirty in the conference room,” I managed, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible even though I was gracefully failing.I watched his eyes rake over my body, drinking in each detail lazily like he didn’t care of I noticed.How could a man be so relaxed and yet so int