Brett walked into his sitting room with a file he pushed over to Derin, who had come visiting.
"You were scarce throughout Thursday, how much success did you record with your adventure?" Derin asked, picking up the file and flipping through it. "An adventure indeed. Success rate was way better than I'd thought it was going to be." Brett replied, taking a seat. Derin's eyebrows went up and he shook his head. "Of course. Why would I have thought anything less of you. Do you mind telling me how it went though?" "I got her to agree to be my date to the fundraiser tomorrow." He finally replied. "No way! How did you get her to do that? Wait! You are a magician now. You waltz back into her life, get her trapped in an elevator just to have a moment with her and somehow you get to convince her to go on a date with you. Wonderful! You are a genius Lex." Derin grinned. "It's not a date officially, but it's something I guess. I'm gradually walking my way back to her and at this rate, I'm willing to do anything it takes." "Daisy is strong-willed. How did you get her to agree?" "Just my natural charm, I guess." "Oh please." Derin cut in, pushing to his feet and heading to the mini bar across the room. "I almost cried blood Dee. It was a case of I'm never leaving without a sign. I'm glad I managed to get something out of the whole stress." "And you think she's your best bet at the fundraiser? People won't misinterpret your appearance together as something else?" Derin filled two glasses with martini and slid one to Brett. "I won't mind the misinterpretation, honestly." "And Daisy, she won't mind as well?" "Damn Dee! What's with the interrogation?" Derin dropped his glass and raised empty hands in the air. "Just trying to be sure you know what you're doing and cover bases while at it. We won't want a lawsuit or it's like in the future. Daisy's best friend is a badass lawyer and she's a feminist." Derin pointed out. "What does being a feminist have to do with this? I'm a feminist too and I don't see anything wrong with that." "Nope..... Brett Lexington, cut that crap. You are a Feminist, only when it's convenient for you. Why do you even want Daisy back? That girl is doing so well for herself without the distractions and now you want to waltz back and kick her off her feet. Why?" "I...... I need her....." Derin laughed at the look on Brett's face. "Go on." He urged. "When she broke up with me, I thought she was just reaching. I was an asshole back then. I was attracted to her. In fact, she's the longest relationship I've ever had. She cared for me, genuinely and she was ready to listen to me. That was mostly what she did when we were together. She listened to the little crumbs of information I gave out. She loved me, but you know how much of an asshole I am. I kept pushing her away." He chuckled dryly. "When I found out that I was falling for her, I became scared. So, I ran off. I've never had someone shower me with such a magnitude of love. It was terrifying, even for me." "And now?" "I saw her at the Lex building." "What! She saw you?" He shook his head. "She didn't. But seeing her was all that I needed. My heart literally skipped a beat or two." He took a sip of his drink. "She was perfect and was smiling with some man that I wanted to strangle at the spot just for touching her arm." He laughed softly. "Dee, can you imagine that?" Derin nodded. "I can understand that feeling." He replied. "I was in love with her years ago and I'm still in love with her. I want everything she gave me then. I'm ready to commit, if she would have me." Derin leaned back and propped his feet up on the center table. He was going to get so much shit for this. Even if Brett didn't say everything at once, eventually, he would get it out of him anyway. "Your plain honesty always baffles me. In other words, you're saying you chickened out before because you couldn't handle the way she loved you and now, you want her back because you're selfish." "That's a mild way to summarize what I did to her though. It doesn't sound so bad hearing you summarize it like that. I just hope Daiz walks with a summary close to that. I hurt her so much that I was shocked when she didn't hit me with something in the elevator." "Wanting her back now isn't such an amazing thing, Lex. You're just being selfish. She can't be the same person from years ago. She might not be able to give you what she freely offered you years ago." "Yeah, I figured. But that's okay too. Meanwhile, why do you think people want to remain with their partners, if not for selfish reasons. Someone can be willing to stay with a cheating partner because they know how to prepare a meal, they are homely, they are understanding and attentive to their needs etcetera. They might not say it in plain sentences, but it's the truth." "Hmmm, I can concur with you on that. I once had this client that was willing to forgive his cheating partner because according to him, she gives him peace of mind. One day, I kind of probed him about this peace of mind he keeps talking about and you won't believe that the peace of mind was just the wife being good in bed, accommodating and a good cook as well." Derin laughed. "I told you. In the end, it all boils down to our selfish needs." Derin shook his head, grinning. "Yeah. But you know it's not all that. Some people have their bad side too. But being loved by a selfless partner makes it all worthwhile, don't you think?" "No, I don't. But if it makes you feel better, then it's okay to believe the point you're trying to make." "Lex, come on....." Derin took his feet down, went over to the bar and refilled his glass of Martini. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying in such a case, all that is required is to check the reason you're in the relationship in the first place. If the benefits outweigh the other, then you stay." Derin burst into laughter. "Well, that's really a small way of seeing love, but I understand you. So, if she asks why you're bent on getting her back, what will you say? Will you play the whole honesty card with her?" Brett scratched his head lazily. "No man, I'll just stick with the peace of mind line." Derin smiled and leaned back in his chair, trying not to laugh. "Dude, that's my client's line." He shrugged. "People borrow lines all the time. I'm sure your client won't mind. Dee, the peace of mind line is a way better option. At least I would still be telling the truth, but with complex sentences." "So, to recap. you made some serious tough decisions just to get back to an ex you put through a lot years ago. You want her back because you're selfish and the good thing is you've happily admitted to being selfish about what you want." Brett nodded. "And you’re just hoping that after tomorrow, she'll decide to give you another chance?" "Yes." "Hmmm. what if she doesn't?" "Then I'll sit back and re-strategize. Whatever it takes Dee." Derin crossed his legs over the other. "What can I do to help?" "Work up a subsequent plan in case this one fails." "I thought you had backup plans?" "Well, with Daiz, I need more than just one or two.”We were now in an open corridor. Rocco stood like a statue at the end of the room, staring into space. Two other guards stood at a reasonable distance, taking the same stance. I snatched my hand back from him, crossing it over my chest. "Good. Then that's settled. But make no mistake, he turned "I'm going to take my pleasure from you, how and when I deem it fit." He threatened. "You dare not!" I challenged, creating a distance between us. "Really," he mused. "Let's see how that goes." "Every single thing about this situation is disappointing," I corrected him, feeling my jaw quiver. I had a temper. So I try so hard to always remain happy and positive. And that was why I surrounded myself with people that really love and care about me. They all knew and understood how bad my temper used to be. As a form of control, I would always remain cold and calm in situations I have no power over. Until I grab a full picture of the situation. But then, in some conditions, I almost alw
I was awakened by the distant sound of the television. Immediately I opened my eyes, I saw Maxine cropped up on a chair at the end of the room. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he muttered. "Where are we?" I croaked, sitting up on the bed and surveying the empty room that had only a bed and a television. Maxine stretched his arms, and sighed. "Home, The Garden." "Thank God." I sighed, before realizing what he meant. "You mean your home is referred to as The Garden?" "Mhmm." He hummed. "Gross." I spat out. "It's a good name." He stood up. "Hollis totally owe me for this." He murmured and left the room, not even saying a goodbye or any other word. My throat felt raw, and my body, emotionally exhausted. I could feel dark isolation seeping through the room like deep depression. I just wanted to go home, to go shopping, boat cruises, clubhouses and the courtroom. I wanted my life back. But even I know I couldn't. Not with the continuous attempt on my life and wi
Maxine gripped the steering wheel and side-glanced me. "Put your seatbelt on, this is going to be fun." I did as I was told, and he hit the red button on the rearview mirror, which caused the garage door to slide open. We drove out onto the gloomy street. Maxine didn't let go of the gas pedal until we were driving well above the speed limit. Darkened street signs flashed by. He sped through a red light, swerving around a car that was patiently waiting for its turn. 'What was the point of making me wear my seatbelt if he was planning on killing the both of us by crashing the car.' With an extended grin, he weaved us in and out of traffic. Eventually we moved away from the city streets and onto a country road. We picked up more speed, but at least there were no other cars to play chicken with. I was able to unclench my teeth and my stranglehold on the security bar against the door, using my free hand to wipe my newly dampened forehead. The car air-conditioner couldn't do anyt
The next time I woke up, the sun was already setting. I was feeling better, rested, though my joints and muscles ached from the lack of movement. As for the bump on my head, it was only sensitive to touch. there was no more throbbing. My hair on the other hand was a tangled mess. My head felt naked when my hair was down. I searched my pockets and then the barren room for anything that I could use to tie it back. The only thing I found was the glass of water that had been refilled, and that I greedily gulped down. The bedroom door had been left open, and hollowed sounds from a Television could still be heard. As soon as the smell of food tickled my nose, my stomach grumbled. The last meal I had eaten was the vegetable sauce my mother made specially for me. How long ago was that? My brain was still too foggy to count back the hours or the days. The thought of my mother sent chills down my spine. I haven't heard from my parents and I knew they would be worried sick. Letting my sto
With a stiff neck, I scanned my surroundings. there wasn't much to decipher. I was in a small room, lit only by the bedside lamp that was on the table next to the bed. There was an armchair with a rose velvet cushion in one corner. The walls were bland and frameless. After waiting for another bout of nausea to pass, I went to the window, holding on to the small table as support for my shaky frame. Outside, the sunsetting sky was of resilient palettes of shady hues, and I was peering over the shadows of endless rooftops. Wherever I was, it was high above a city, at least twenty stories high. Down below, a yellow cab was waiting at a red light on an otherwise empty street. I couldn't decide if I was still in Lilycity. I thought I had a fair recognition of the clock tower that stood at the center of the city square, but it was too distant and I was too tired to be sure. My hand pressed against the glass. I closed my eyes until the dizziness passed, then slowly and painfully moved to
There was a flash of light and distant noises. My head felt like someone was taking an ice pick and pouring heavy chipping on my skull. I decided that death couldn't be this painful, so I was probably not dead or this was what hell was supposed to feel like. My eyes were pried open, and a light came flashing again. This was followed by a groan, like a bear cub. 'was that me?' I managed to flutter my eyes open without anyone's help. Inches away from my face, someone was holding a pen-sized flashlight. I couldn't focus enough to see him, but I could definitely smell him. Light scent of woodberry and some chemicals I remember enduring the mixing process once I snuck into the chemistry laboratory during practicals that were meant for students offering science courses. The ceiling was swimming. I thought I was going to vomit, and I had to let my eyelids drop to stop the spinning. Slowly, the muffled sounds became words. "What's your name, sweetheart." Asked the man with the flashli