GENESISAnnoyed at myself and the way I had handled the issue concerning Jordan, I stormed back to the left wing, where I rightfully belonged and straight way to my room. Anna came in the moment I sat down and she gave me a warm smile. I picked up my phone and spoke to Tiana and Tiffany for a while just to make sure they were doing alright. “I heard that you were attacked again,” Anna spoke up once I was done with the call. I said nothing and simply gave her a faint nod of my head. The reminder of my attack suddenly reminded me of the pain I had been inflicted with. I sighed heavily and thought back to how one minute I was surrounded by reporters and the next, I had thugs all around me, throwing bricks, stones and even whipping me with something. I slumped my back, and felt a sting that made me hiss out loudly.“Don’t move so much,” Anna came rushing in.“You have

  JORDANI took a hot shower and prepared myself for the day. I left work very early the previous day and by doing  that I had left a lot of things undone. I simply wanted to go back to continue what I had started. I was almost done when the sound of knocking came on my door and I resisted the urge to groan at the disturbance. But I said nothing nor made any attempt to open the door and just continued with what I was doing. I buttoned my shirt from down to up and picked up my jacket when the door opened on its own and I swiftly turned around to rain fire and who it might be. My eyes fell on Margaret and I glared at her, while she openly grinned at me. Then I look away, knowing that I could not do anything to her. She was more like a guardian than a maid to me and I had respect for her no matter what the case was. “You should atleast have said nothing, I was standing at that door for a long time, Jordan,” she star

  GENESIS Jordan stared at me with his brows furrowed like he did not understand a thing I said to him and it only got me angrier. “What are you talking about?” he questioned immediately after and took a few steps towards me. The questions I wanted to ask suddenly ran back inside my throat while my eyes suddenly became conscious of his looks. His scent immediately clouded my thoughts and I found myself wanting him to come closer. I shook my head instantly and looked away from him, while I mentally slapped myself for being so stupid. Turning to mom Leona, I saw the look she gave me and the questions with that look. “Genesis,” came Jordan’s voice and I turned to him again. The anger and words I wanted to say suddenly disappeared and I quickly lost the boldness to speak. “Can we go shopping now?” I turned to mom Leona and forced a smile. There was no need to speak to Jordan when he clearly knew what he was doing to me. This was his plan all

  JORDANPeace had never sounded so perfect, neither had it ever felt so perfect in my heart. I got the fresh start that I needed and I got an opportunity to make things right again. My heart had never felt so whole, not even when Samantha was with me. Maybe because this was not Samantha. It was Genesis and maybe it was because her forgiveness was from the purest of her heart and my guilt and need to be forgiven was deeper than most of the precious feelings I had ever felt. Whatever the case maybe, I liked this feeling, I like the joy and happiness I felt and I was willing to do anything to keep it. I smiled to myself and once again I got distracted from work when the event of the day played in my head. My thoughts and mind have not been able to let go of the things she said, it had not been able to forget the tears that came out from her eyes and it had not been able to forget the way she forgave me. The lingering feel of her ar

        GENESIS Sleep was far from me, no matter how hard I tried to. I kept rolling from one side of the bed to the other, forcing myself to close my eyes but no matter how tightly I shut my eyes, sleep never came. So, I gave up and just decided to read a book. I still had some that I had not finished and since I was completely jobless at that point, I picked a book. Flipping to the page I stopped at my last read, I continued. The mansion was very quiet, just like it always was during the night and for some reason my thoughts went back to terrible nights I had. Flashes of a man with a knife walking into my room popped into my mind and I quickly shut the book. I stared at the door and got up from where I had sat. Turning towards it, I made sure the door was locked, then I went back to the bed. I picked up the book again and continued from where I stopped.   The lines seemed to be smaller and the sentenc