Claudia Woods' Point of ViewI was sitting beside Zamir. We're currently at the hotel he booked for us to have fine dining. It was when all my attention was on the three phones he presented me whilst eating the sweets he ordered for me. Unfortunately, I nearly finished half of the cake since he doesn't like sweets. Why would someone who's as cold as him would want it anyway? Zamir even despised sweet candies and chocolates! Zamir was holding my waist. My back was resting on his chest as I began roaming myself on to the second phone he gave me. Indeed, Zamir was a wealthy man. He had three latest phones and he doesn't even let me use one while he uses three? Unfair! While I was looking at his gallery, there were no pictures on it aside from the goats, deers and cats on it. Well, he might have taken it but seeing the date made my jaw drop. Zamir wasn't the type of person who would take a picture. Not even once I saw a picture of him nor a place he went through aside from the money an

Claudia Woods’ Point of View I haven’t gotten to the club and as I roam my eyes around, I couldn’t stop myself from getting mesmerized. The cold breeze of the air conditioner inside the club oozes toward my body. It hugs my slender features not to mention the fuschia pink sling backless draped split thigh satin dress I was wearing. Zamir and I nearly didn't come after he found out about the dress I was wearing. I honestly love it. It perfectly suits my entire body, however, Zamir wouldn’t allow me to show too much skin. As Zamir and I reached the VIP lounge, a few people were ogling at us but mostly were men who kept glancing at me from head to toe. I could see Zamir clenching his jaw as he glared at people looking at us but my initial reaction seemed to be pissing him off at most. He stopped right in front of the open VIP door where I saw the five capos and some girls inside. Gabriel was kissing one but when Luca gave him a hint to stop, the girl immediately came out. Zamir, on t

Claudia Woods' Point of ViewMy relationship with Zamir has been better than before. There are times we barely see each other but Zamir was consistent keeping an update to me through the phone he recently gave. Well, I finally convinced him to give me one. It was hard to do that though, I think he wouldn't give me any cell phones unless I tell him he doesn't trust me otherwise, his mind won't change. Zamir has become better day by day. I could still vividly remember how I told him I dislike violence, and each time there's something getting on his nerve, he tried his best to remain his cool although he could only do that if I was around but when I'm not, he could barely stop himself from punching someone else or torturing them himself. I have to accept it. At least, Zamir is trying. I am lucky that he's listening to me. Not at all times though. Although there are times Zamir and I doesn't get along well due to some misunderstanding, but he was always the one who's coming after me. I

Claudia Woods' Point of ViewI was hugging Zamir from behind. After countless arguments that I had from him today, I was able to convince otherwise, I might throw another tantrum. He was busy doing something on his laptop whilst standing, and all I did was to burden him as my hands were wrapped around his massive physique. We had a deal. Zamir wouldn't let me leave not unless he goes into his meeting. Well, it's still early so I didn't really mind. I wanted to see him for a few more hours so I chose to stay. Part of him doesn't want to let me go, but when I hoisted the phone Zamir gave me, I only told him we will talk to each other again everyday. As for Gavin and everyone in his team, they have gotten a hotel nearby our apartment."I love you, Mon Cheri." Zamir muttered before kissing the side of my forehead. We're outside his office in Illinois. There are two cars ready in front and two more behind. Well, prolly vehicles for guards. He leaned closer a little before hugging me.

Claudia Woods' Point of ViewThe next morning, Fatima bombarded me a lot of questions regarding things she wanted to do, especially when it comes to my work. I prepared this scene and have provided her the answer she was seeking for. "Really? Now I don't wonder any longer that the pay was good!" Fatima said, grinning as if she won't a lottery. She's currently at the table and eating the food that I cooked for her whilst I was preparing for my own. She said she wanted bacon, eggs and even veggies she frequently eats in the morning so I prepared it for her. We're close, and being the eldest, I was the one who's doing everything like her mom. She may be an adult already and can prepare for her meals but I treat her as my sister and doing these things were just enough and it won't cover the past few months I've been away from her. Fatima was getting ready for school but there she is, asking me a lot of questions I tend to avoid but I couldn't. "Hmm, you said you're the assistant of y