“Did you ever plan on telling me?” Hannah snapped, tucking in the flowers she brought in the flower vase.“I was thinking…"“What were you thinking, Layla Carter?” She stopped arranging the flowers, firing a wicked glance at me. I swallowed.“I'm sorry.”“You'd better be…when is Henry coming back? You told him, didn't you?” She frowned.“Yeah. Today.”“Great. How long has this Cooper guy been here?” She questioned.“He brought me here,” I muttered.“Hmph.” She scoffed. “You guys have stuff to settle.” She walked towards the bed.“Yeah…"“You are not thinking of going back to him, are you?” She crossed her arms over her protruding stomach when she stopped in front of me.“No, what makes you think so?” I asked.“I see he's around you a lot these days.”“It's just the circumstances…" I shrugged it off, even when I knew that she was right.“Circumstances I see…"“We're never getting back, Hannah,” I assured her and was quite certain of myself even when a part of me knew that was a lie.“I'

LaylaWe were not going to take our eyes off each other, and William Gould's curious pair of cunning eyes were almost poking out of their sockets. Shocked was an understatement!“This can't be happening. It's not going to work, no…" I was determined to stand up and leave at that moment.“Would you at least tell me what the issue is, huh?” William Gould queried.“Really? Him?” I cocked my head towards the cool set of blue eyes that refused to budge.“Yeah, him. What's wrong with him?” He glanced questioningly from me to Leo.Damn! Leo!Why did it have to be Leo, for goodness’ sake!“Everything is wrong with him…" I stuttered.Leo sighed.“Do you know what she's talking about?” William was staring at him, questioningly.“Sit…please.” Leo softly said.No! I didn't want to. I never wanted to. I didn't want to connect myself with him the more. Another business deal was surely not a good sign that he was going to walk out of my life some day, as he waltzed in not too long ago.“No.”“Please

LeoI was surprised to find her staring blankly outside the bar, her gloved fingers gently clutching a can of malt.“Hey!” Jason grinned. I waved at him, quite interested in why she was here.“She wanted to have a drink. I thought malt would do, anything of the matter?” He blinked.“Does she come here often? Did she come with someone?” Perhaps Henry? I thought to myself.“Not really, no, she's here alone. I've seen her here only a few times earlier. Yeah, that reminds me, you guys met, right?” He asked.I was staring blankly at him. What was he talking about?“The other night!” He nudged me. When did he become so friendly around me?“Is there something I am supposed to know, but I am unaware of?” I searched his face for answers.“I told you the other day that a lady was looking for you and that dude. She's the lady I was referring to and I thought I directed her to you the other night,” He responded.My brain was trying to decide the message. Why would Layla put in so much effort to

AriandeThe irritable clanking of metals woke me up the next morning. Jeremy had opened the hood of the car, blocking out the fog that had collected above us. Snow was splattered on the car and he was trying to fix something in it.“You up! Aha!” He chuckled and continued with what he was doing.“Do you know anything about cars? I’m sure you know how much this car worth, you wouldn’t be able to buy it with five annual salaries.”“Oh Ariande, I wouldn’t tamper with your baby when I knew just that, I am just trying to be sure we are not missing anything,” he let out a wry chuckle. “But now,” he let down the hood. “I think I’ve checked just enough and I have concluded that I really don’t know any mechanical skill for such a sudden fault.” He pressed on it and it closed with a final click.My stomach growled, I was more than famished. I returned to the car and slumped on the seat. I unlocked my phone and the network was still not up where it was supposed to be. I didn’t know what I was st

Ariande"...and here is our latest product from Hermés Birkin." The attendant smiled, showing me to the encased designer bag."Oh my gosh!" Jeremy chortled behind me."I want it...""I paid for it!" A voice interrupted. I turned to look at this intruder and alas, she was almost in rivalry with me in the aspect of fashion savviness."I own it." She flashed her invoice."I'm so sorry," the attendant panted. "I had no idea it is off sale."I scoffed. What the hell!"Hey! Are you new here or what? You don't know how things work?" Jeremy snapped."I'm so sorry." She continued to beg."Well..." The lady cleared her throat, walked past me and carefully took the bag out of its closet."I want this bag..." I voiced my thought, wildly irritated by her condescending behavior, she was too full of herself so I needed to put her in her place."What? For the record I just got it and I own it now." She pouted."Let me have the invoice.""Fine, if you really wanna see..." she gave a haughty shrug."2 m