Hames ignored my glare, focusing his gaze to Trisha. "Mom, we have to go now. We've had enough of your pestering self." He rolled his eyes, rising to his feet. "Miss Ma—" he cleared his throat, wearing a smile that showed off his one-sided dimple on his left cheek. "Imogen." Gosh, he looked way angelic when he smiled than the stern-faced demon he always portrayed.  "No, don't leave so soon." Trisha pouted. I found that cute though it wasn't exactly cute. I liked this woman's demeanor. She didn't give off the impression of a mean-ass rich son's mother like I mostly saw in movies, and probably books.  "We have to, Trisha." I also wore an angelic smile, blinking slower than usual for no good reason.  Hames extended his hand towards me. I raised a questionin

"You're so lucky, you're going to Australia." Nikita plopped her chin on her palms, with her tummy flat on the bed, throwing her legs up in the air.  "How's that anyhow lucky?" I wondered, folding my clothes into my travel bag.  "How isn't it?" Her phone chirped in front of her and she picked it up. Slowly, her face flooded red.  "What's that now?" I smirked at her.  "Nothing I'd like you to know about yet." She giggled, rolling over to her back with her phone still in front of her face.  "That's not so nice." I faked a frown, zipping the travel bag close.  "Just shut

Our luggage was brought in. I pulled my Travel bag into my room. It was grey and white themed with beautiful paintings on each side of the wall. The ceiling was very high with a beautiful chandelier shooting from it. The best part of the room was  the  fact  that  it had a  glass wall  behind the queen-sized bed that flaunted the view of the most beautiful waterbody I had ever seen.  Stepping into the balcony opposite the door, I was more than marveled at the glorious landscape in sight. I didn't dare look down to avoid getting nervous by the height of the building but the melody the breeze gave off in my ears made excitement jerk to life in me. I loved this place already and could spend a really long time here. I instantly remembered Hames had asked me to make him coffee. Couldn't he just ask the h

Wasn't she supposed to shut her eyes or something? But no, she had them widely opened, looking totally out of breath and life.  She made me scared to attempt to kiss her. What if she got really angry and hit me or something? Or quit the job and charge me for sexual harassment. I was going to lose her forever. It obviously wasn't the right time to kiss.  I did what I had intended to do in the first place, flicked the switch off to turn off the lights.  "Hames!" She exclaimed in fear as everywhere went totally black.  I felt something vigorously push at my chest (obviously her hands), making me almost stumble backwards but I was quick enough to stop myself from falling.  

~ IMOGEN ~ "Miss Mark, please get me coffee." Hames ordered, tracing the head of his pen around the printed words on the file in his hands.  "Okay, sir." I nodded, turning around with a yawn and to the kitchen to make him coffee.  I was having a very terrible headache. I knew I had gotten so drunk last night but I couldn't clearly remember all that had happened.  Nevertheless, 'she's my girlfriend' kept ringing in my head,increasing the terrible headache I was having.  I was also damn hungry. I also remembered puking my guts out, my throat was still hurt from the pressure of vomiting. I