GRACE.“Explain then,” I glared at him, pouring all the rage I was feeling into his eyes.At first, I wanted to stay inside NK’s room till he left like I told NK but I just couldn’t beat to hear him plead that way.I really didn’t want to see him ever again or hear whatever he had to say, but his persistence was driving me nuts. The desperation and urgency in his voice drew me out of the house. And I thought to myself; he wants to talk right? Then we might as well just hear his loads of excuses and get it over and done with.One thing was certain, I've been a reporter for more than five years. No Tabloids can carry an information like that without the person’s authorization or the company or agency they work for.  He would have slapped them with heavy lawsuits if that wasn’t the case. So yeah, I wanna hear about it too, cuz I have been scrolling through articles since NK showed me that, looking

I tried to struggle, to fight him off, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tighter to his rock hard body.“Jody.” He said my name in a really soothing manner with his head resting on my shoulders. “I know my boss, and I know he is not that kind of person. I’m not that kind of person too. We would never intentionally hurt the person we care about. He would definitely make things right with your friend, I promise.”My heart morphed into Jelly at his words as I wrapped my tiny arms around his neck and hugged him back.  He drew back a little and rested his lip on mine, sending waves of tingles all over my nerves. I let him in as he tongue gently took control of my whole mouth and senses. I have been with quite a number of men in my life but I couldn’t remember the last time a man made me feel this safe and loved. And the sparks. I had lost faith in sparks, in ever getting that sensation of but

I wanted to hit my head on the glass table so bad, but I groaned instead, rubbing my face harshly with my palms.“I cannot do that mother,” I argued, knowing that none of the options were going to be favorable for me. “Then we do not have a deal.” she clapped twice as the maids rushed in with bowls and plates of different foods. “Be careful, Son, I might be miles away from you, doesn’t change much. Eat.” she said with a tone that indicated she was done with the conversation and passed me a plate of pasta. Even if I was hungry on my way here, (which I wasn’t) the banter I just had with my mother was enough to ruin my appetite. “How’s Courtney?” I asked about my little sister. It was actually rude of me to not have asked about her since I came. “She’s been headstrong as usual,” she wiped her mouth courteously with a sparkling white napkin. “But I h

FEW MINUTES LATER. “We’ll start off with a glass of champagne each,” Director Lance said handing the menu to a standing man in tight waiter uniform. I couldn’t believe I was actually sitting opposite him, about to start drinking. I have never been an alcohol person or one who believes alcohol makes things better but lord knows I need a glass or two today.The event we initially came all the way to Mayfair for would have started, but guess what? He had figured it out beforehand. He called a day worker who ‘owed him a favor’, according to him to assist Chris in covering the event.More shocking truth: He didn’t come out here because of any ‘dumb award ceremony’ but to cheer me up because I looked like I needed comfort. Also, he had pulled it off this way because he knows I’ll never agree to go out on a date with him even if he asked naturally.  Director Lance had no idea what my issues were exactly, but he was able to give the right diagnosis. I’ll

 GRACE.My eyes fluttered open but closed again unable to accommodate the blinding morning light streaming into the room from above. My head pounded in my skull drawing a groan from me. I tried opening my eyes again this time around but not as wide as the first time before realizing my room never had this much sunlight in the morning. Then the memories of the night before came crashing in on me like confetti. Noooooooooo!  I screamed in my head. Shit. Shit. Please be a dream or nightmare, please, please, I begged the embarrassing images in my head.It came in puzzles at first, but as I looked around my environment, I realized, the memories weren’t a dream. They were real, and I was really lying on Connor’s bed, in his room. But he wasn’t here, and I wonder how long I have been out.I was going to take just a glass of drink with Director Lance, but the frustration pushed me to