As the doors of the elevator slides open, my heart starts to race. I spot Rayon’s computer, it is on, which means he is here, he did come into work today. I sneak out and hope to go unnoticed, but as luck will have it. I tip toe straight into Chad. “Are you okay?” Chad smiles brightly and extends his hand to help me to my feet. I gulp as I know this scene draw all the unwanted attention. “Thanks.” I grab his hand and with one swift move I’m on my feet again. “Lilly-Ann? You were my tour guide if I remember correctly.” He says unsure. “Uh, yes, that was me.” I smile politely at him. I use his muscular board shoulders as a shield to hide behind. He frowns slightly tilting his head and a playful grin tugs on the corner of his mouth. “Playing hide and seek.” He whispers grinning from ear to ear. “Just hiding from one person.” I replied, scaning the room. “Oh, well it shouldn’t be so hard then. So is it a man?” He turns to examine the room as well “Yip.” “Boyfriend.” He asks gri

The raindrops begin to pelt against my windowpane, a soothing melody to my broken heart. The gloomy weather matches my mood, although a new day has break, I can’t seem to get over yesterday. Did he really mean what he said? The tears that had been welling up inside me spilled forth freely, as I crumpled onto the bed.“Sweety?” Shane’s voice calls from the other side of my bed room door, “I bought you something to eat.” His voice is sincere, as he gently opens my door and places a tray of food on the desk. “Please, try to eat something, okay.” Shane says as he exits the room. “Will she be okay?” I hear Lesley’s voice as Shane pulls the door shut.“She’s stronger then you think.” Their voices fades into the background as I focus on the rain, my perfect symphony. If I only told him, if I only opened my damn mouth and told him that I’m not even writing about him, maybe, just maybe he would have acted differently. Although I still can’t believe he is the son of Gustav Lenkov, how can a m

Tonight I need to give it my all, I need to get a story. Michael and I decided to meet up at seven, he offered, no insisted to pick me up, so that we would arrive there together. Michael got us in using a rather ridiculous back story, I’m his half sister, our family owns some kind of whisky business and we are here to get new investors, so yeah that’s our back story, I don’t think anyone will believe that. I have no clue how he pulled off such a solid story and how he manage to get us on the list, but he is entitled to his secrets and I do not care even a little bit.“Clara!” I yell dumping my keys and bag on the kitchen table and our dinner. I spot a pile of envelopes stacked under the newspapers, so my curiosity got the best of me and I grab the mail.“Bathroom!” She yells. “I’ll be right out!”“Yeah, okay.”“Did you bring dinner?!”“Chinese, picked it up on my way, so it is still warm. Hey, when did the mail come?” I ask suspiciously as I scan through it. A long pause from Clara

Two doormen dressed in fancy tuxedos checks the list, before swinging the doors open for you to enter the grand event, that’s been on every one’s tongues this past week. We step into the grand ballroom that’s adorned with opulence and extravagance, a mesmerizing display of elegance and refinement. Lenkov went all out, hosting this event, must have cost him a small fortune. The room is abuzz with excitement, the air is filled with orchestra’s melodic symphony, as elegantly attired guests mingle and converse. Michael place his hand on my bare back as he gives me a gentle shove. “Own it, you belong here, sunshine.” He whispers in my ear, I can feel the smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. Although this place is way out of my reach and I feel like an intruder, which we are, but the confidence dripping from him boost mine by a hundred and I stroll in to the room like this is a everyday thing for me.We walk past a group of distinguished gentlemen dressed in don tailored tuxedos and gl

The first light of dawn paints the skyline with delicate strokes of pale pink and gold, as the sun rises and brushes his golden fingers against my cold, pale skin. A surreal stillness settles upon the deserted streets as we speed down the road. My heart is still pounding, like a caged bird desperate to break free. The remnant of a sleepless night clung to my weary eyes, making the world out side blur into a dreamlike haze. Confusion and fear courses through my veins as the event plays on repeat in my mind, what would have happened if Lorenzo didn’t show up? Would I be in a body bag? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, as exhaustions cruel hand brushes over my eyes and sends me into a deep sleep. When I come to, I’m in a warm comfy bed dressed in an oversized T-shirt that smells just like Lorenzo. “Good morning dear, or more like afternoon.” Miss Williams, warm kind smile greets me. “Steven, brought you here, at the crack of dawn. Your dress was all ripped and looked like a