The doorbell dinged and she panicked slightly. She smoothened her long black dress and rearranged her hair one more time before she walked up to the door. She pulled the door open and stood nervously in front on Jack who was leaning slightly on the door frame. He was dressed in dark jeans pants and a blue shirt that was tucked in with the first two buttons of the shirt left undone, exposing a bit of his tattooed chest. His hands were in his pockets as he stood lazily against the frame, staring at her. He cleared his throat slightly and she caught herself, looking down in embarrassment.It had taken him about an hour to finally prepare for the dinner. He wasn't someone that was ever nervous, but today had kept him completely wrecked. After getting home from work, he took a quick shower before walking into the closet in search of what to wear. He had previously tried on over four jeans and seven shirts before finally settling for the dark jeans and blue shirt he wore. All the clothes he

Jack drove through the beautiful brightly illuminated street that led to Karen's house. She now lived in one of the expensive and luxurious estates in Los Angeles. Not the most expensive, but one that was definitely high classed. He listened to the tunes that played from the car stereo as he drove composedly along the now less busy road, bumping his head occasionally to his favourite parts of the songs. He slowed down and diverted into the smaller road that cut off the highway and led to the estate where she lived. His mind wandered to the different events that had gone down in his life in the past months before settling on Karen. “It was meant to just be a little publicity show to help me and show I've fallen in love with him and I can't even tell him the truth. I'm fucked up.” Her words replayed in his mind and he gripped the steering wheel tightly, shutting his eyes tight in the process. His knuckles turned white as his face hardened. He opened his eyes and his demeanour displayed

Jack sat on his chair behind his large office table. His laptop was switched on and placed in front of him while different documents were littered on his table. He looked tired, his sleeves were rolled mid arm and the first two buttons of his shirt were left open. He typed away into his laptop with every bit of concentration. He had come into the office at his usual time, early and prompt. He had sealed the contract deal and now, it was time for some paperwork. He had been working on his laptop for over two hours now and was almost done. He finished working on the documents and emailed it to his secretary who was to send it to Holt Inc.“Check your email. I've sent a document. Forward it to the client.” He said into the telephone after the call had connected.“Yes sir." She replied from the other side of the call and he dropped the call, relaxing into his chair. It was still morning and his work for the day had just ended. He had woken up some minutes past four am and left Karen's hou

“What did the doctor say?” He questioned when he noticed that she had stopped sobbing. “He said it's stress, I'm tired." She lamented and he pulled her into a side hug, stroking her hair tenderly.***Jack sat on one of the chairs in the hospital room, his head buried in his hands as he tried to rest a little. The doctor had just left the room less than thirty minutes ago after he had carried out some check up on his father. The doctor had confirmed that the old Mr Antonio was very dehydrated and had low blood pressure which resulted in a low heart rate which led to his collapse. After administering fludrocortisone to help raise his blood volume and midodrine to boost his blood pressure, he had instructed they let him rest and after lying idle on the bed for some minutes, Antonio finally fell asleep again.His mom was much calmer now after the doctor had confirmed that he was responding to treatment. His mother had called him about two hours ago and she was really panicked. His fathe

She walked out of the house and slammed the door shut while he still stood in the same position, his hand on his hair while he was deep in thoughts.“I'm pregnant, and you're responsible." Her voice rang in his head and he fell to the sofa weakly. Being a father wasn't something he wanted to do. The thought alone scared him to witts. Sure, he loved sex, but getting a girl pregnant in the process was something he always avoided. He tried to think back to occasions when he had sex with Karen without condoms, and they were too many to be called a mistake. He knew he had made a great mistake and had no one else to blame, but himself. The second mistake he had made.His mind was still in a haze as he buried his head in his palm. He wasn't going to make a decision. Atleast, not suddenly. His phone beeped beside him and he picked it up lazily and unlocked it. It was a text message from an unsaved number. He read the content of the text, hissed and dumped his phone back on the chair.It has b