I always had the same dream, well not the same dream every night but somehow everytime I dreamt I would always end up at the same carnival, out of breath looking around helplessly like a kid lost and couldn't find her parents."I'll hold you tight and I will never let go" The same words rang only his words were lies. He would always let go of my hand and again I would end up once again lost amongst the people like a pebble being pushed around.Today on the other hand, something new emerged in my dream, someone's hand. A bigger hand than mine trying to reach me. Trying to call me to him and when I finally got hold of his hand, a voice pulled me away from him. Away from the carnival. Away from my dream."Ms Eleanor! Ms Eleanor!" Martin banged on my door and I groaned rubbing my eyes.Opening my left eye, I peered at the alarm clock on my nightstand. 9:06 am. Why would Martin wake me up that early in the morning? Which was ironic because all my life, I would be up at seven a.m running a
"Would you calm down please? Everyone's worried so quit acting like you are the only one here that's affected by everything,"Blaze said,"and plus that girl didn't deserve being treated like that"Calm down, sure. It was easy for him to say. Unlike him everything solely depended on me. Mario couldn't handle such an issue, Drizella on the other hand never worked well under pressure that's why I had called Blaze to help me fix the matter. Only Blaze instead of doing the actual freaking job, he was out here trying to act like a saint.They all knew Daniel Harman. They all knew how in a matter of seconds he would drown a steady ship. Rogers Co's reputation wasn't going to be tainted simply because there was a snitch among us. I wouldn't let my father's company be dragged to the mud. One simple accusation like 'stealing someone else designs' would ruin us. Our clients would want to withdraw from the ongoing projects and ultimately we would end up bankrupt.I tried looking at everything, tri
I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't cry infront of his building that would only give him pleasure. The thought of going back to his home and packing my clothes came to mind. But wouldn't that make me seem guilty?As if I was running away? Which is why, even though I clearly didn't think anything through. Minutes later I was seating on a stool in some bar called Cougars staring at the tinsy cylindrical glass. I never drunk alcohol before, partly because I was a wuss who never dared to go and try new things and secondly because having seen Uncle Mike's addiction had traumatized me."First timer huh?" The blonde bartender asked and I slowly lifted my head to meet his eyes."Is it that obvious?" I asked and he swung the rag so gracefully wiping the clearly clean glass.With a short answer like 'pretty much' he went back to his job serving the girl seated next to me. The thing about bartenders, they had a way of looking hot without even trying, the drool worthy smile, the shirt ripping muscles, God
Bar fights. I never got into bar fights before and now, I had left a man half dead in some bar downtown. It didn't matter though, I would have killed him right there and then if he so much as laid another finger on her.I suppose that's how it worked. Even back then I was always her guardian angel, her protective big brother and she, my little sister. Except the Isabella I knew had grown up, had no recollections of us and was even more stubborn than before.Immediately Cam opened the gates to my mansion, I steadily drove around, parking my car infront of the house. Looking at her, sleeping so peacefully while snuggling my jacket closely to her body made me smile rather than be mad that she plainly denied of knowing me. She was mad that much I had figured and I suppose in one way or another her anger was justified.I had not only let my anger and stress on her but also told her to leave. At that point, I didn't know whether I was telling her to leave my life or my company. I got out o
Ever been ran over by a snowplow and suddenly came back to life or better yet ever been operated on without anesthesia. Of course none of these things ever happened to me rather it was the same intense pain that hit my head that had me thinking about those experiences I had heard of hangovers but no one, absolutely no one warned me of how intense they were. My head throbbed and I winced in pain waking up and resting my back on the headboard."You are awake, finally. Here, have this,"Chica stood infront of me, a glass of water in hand and what I would presume to be pills to kill the headache.I took the glass off her hands, taking the meds and trying to remember what happened the previous night. There was a lot of alcohol involved for sure last night, a hot blonde bartender, a couple of hookers dancing on poles and lastly, a brawl. A brawl that involved an angry Niklaus Rogers on top of another drunk man hitting the living daylights out of him.I couldn't recall much after that but on
"Ooh I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt"And we abruptly turned to face Isadora. The look on her face was priceless. Hurt, betrayed, jealous. In spite of all this, I found myself staring at Eleanor rather than Isadora or whatever it was she was mumbling about.I was a dick sure for using Isadora as an excuse to kiss her. I had kissed tons of women, slept with different women on different occasions but yet everytime I kissed Eleanor, it was different. It wasn't just a mere sloppy kiss, everytime we kissed it was like learning to kiss for the very first time, like living in a spectacular moment and don't get me started on the effects she had on my little man.She was like my sister. She was again my enemy's daughter. She was supposed to look at me like I was her world yet why was I the one these past few days looking at her like so?Why was my little man aroused everytime she kissed me or touched my arm like she did last night or look at me with those sparkling orbs she had for ey
"No! It won't work!""But you haven't heard the rest of it""I've heard enough and I don't think the idea meets the hotel's expectations"He had shouted and like everyone in the room I grew quiet. Leave it to Niklaus Rogers to get angry over a mere presentation that wasn't actually agreed upon. One hour later, I was seated on the passenger's seat of his Jaguar doing nothing in particular but stare outside the window."Can I turn on the radio?"I asked after minutes of silence. Silence that would cut through glass in a second. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to talk either. Everything that happened today was alot to take in. The fact that Niklaus was clueless on how to apologize and the fact that Carl fired me because of my popularity with the paparazzi. Did it kill him to atleast buy me flowers and apologize? I get that it wasn't part of the contract but I atleast thought he would apologize with a bunch of roses in his hands.I was a dreamer, one that thought that one day my prince
"Is she done?"I could hear him huff angrily all the way from my room. If we were going hiking, I needed the necessary equipment if something were to happen to me. Fey took the liberty of packing my stuff. Stuff like an extra pair of hiking boots, a flashlight, two bars of granola, a walkie talkie which I had no idea she got from and a few warm clothes since the whole thing would last for five days apparently."We should have gotten you a hat too. Incase of sunburns and a net? I hear Yosemite national park has a couple of mosquitoes",Fey stated."Where did you hear that? As far as I know you've never been outside New York let alone went to Yosemite. You are even pronouncing it wrong. It's Yoh-sem-ih-tee not Yoh-se-might""Tomato, tomato. Same thing actually",Fey dismissed and I chuckled loving how they went about it on who was wrong and who was right."I'll miss you guys", I cried."We'll miss you more, Ellen", Chica said holding my cheeks in a motherly way.Chica wasn't that old. She