Lauren strolled down the street with a smile plastered on her face. She could imagine the smile on Mr. Grumpy’s face when he sees her present. She felt so smug like he was standing right in front of her. It was her second time gifting something to the opposite gender. The first had been… Her smile fell as she thought of him. Raymond Spencer. Her first love, and just maybe, her only love. But it had been years now. She wondered if he still thought of her wherever he was. Raymond was a new student at her and Michelle’s high school years ago. he was beautiful that even girls forgot to breathe beside him. The first day he was introduced in their class, girls unashamedly began to hit on him almost immediately including Michelle who had a ‘thing’ for handsome guys. He was as icy as Malcolm; she could still remember. That was what brought trouble to her doorstep. After the introduction, he came to sit right next to her ignoring the seat Michelle ‘cleared’ for him to

Malcom opened his groggy eyes as the alarm went off, his eyes quickly glancing at the smooth other side of the bed that showed no one had lain on it. he had barely slept the previous night. he had spent more than half of the night typing away furiously on his laptop—or rather pretending to be. A part of him kept glancing at Michelle’s shut closet door. She hadn’t come out since she entered.A small part of him felt very disappointed.Had he been too harsh last night?His alarm went off again, irritating him. Quickly, his hands reached up to turn the damn thing off but instead, his hand touched a rather hard surface. Quickly, he sat up to see what it was and his eyes widened as he came face-to-face with a parcel. His brows perked up. There was no other person who would get him this except Michelle. Somewhere deep down, his insides warmed. Nobody had ever gotten him a gift before.Okay, maybe someone had before but ever since he took over

Lauren looked at her reflection in the mirror over and over again. This wasn’t her. The gorgeous woman with shiny eyes and magnificent black hair staring straight back at her couldn’t be her. She didn’t look this beautiful and breathtaking. The make-up team was gone and it was just her sitting in front of a mirror, watching the clock walk slowly. It was past five. She still had time. The red dress she wore stopped just a few inches above her knee cap. It fitted her so well. Lauren didn’t even know she was this curvy.She couldn’t believe she was dressed like this just for some dinner party. What was so special about the party anyway. Left to her, she would have worn just a simple dress that was less in-your-face. Breathing out heavily, she straightened creases that were never on her dress. Well, she hoped her icy husband would like her new look. Just as she spoke, she heard his car drive-in.Speak of the devil.To save him the stres

As the scream from the adjacent room interrupted the meeting, Malcolm couldn’t help but wonder if Michelle was okay. He had purposely not informed her about the arrangement to test her. According to his grandfather, a chicken-hearted person wasn’t fit to be the Mistress of the Knight empire. He kept his icy demure and remained glued to his seat as the men entered the room to check on the ladies. The minute he heard Yolanda’s voice, he immediately knew Michelle was in some kind of trouble. Born with a silver spoon, Yolanda was used to having her way in practically everything and when she didn’t, she always found a way to hurt her victim. Making sure to be unnoticed, he walked to the door and when he sighted a nonchalant Michelle sitting on her chair and twirling her glass, his heart swelled with pride. She looked like a little devil watching her prey dance to her music. The cut on her cheeks made her look wicked and he felt like hitting her for allowing her bl

Bryan starred straight at nothing. He had ditched lessons again, just like he had done for the past three days. Nobody noticed, just as he had expected. His father was too busy with work and his so-called stepmother who he was beginning to have a soft spot for was in her room.He missed his friend.He’d had nightmares for the past three nights. Nightmares of her been taken away from him despite his cries and screams. Nobody cared. Thanks to the fact that he’s asked for his room to be soundproofed, nobody heard him scream from sleep at an ungodly hour. He knew it was only a matter of time before his tutor leaks it to his dad that he had been ditching class but he refused to let go of the last vestige of hope in his heart that he might see her if he continued coming to the pond for a week. He had prayed to the moon the night before, something he never, ever did for anyone, not even himself. He only wanted to see her face. To make sure she was okay. That her s