2pm My House Novels & Stories

Amanda's POV When I approached my house, the light was still on. I frowned, glancing at the digital clock on my phone. It read 3:15am. Who on earth would still be awake at this hour? I walked closer, my damp jeans and shirt already too soiled from the scruffle just an hour ago. My hair was all tangled up, frizzy at the edges. I really need to get cleaned up, I thought to myself.

Chapter 19 Hannah P.O.V Dinner Date After I park my car to the garage, I went straight inside. It's already 6:30 o'clock in the afternoon. Binuksan ko ang pinto at bumungad sa akin ang amoy ng bahay ni Cassius. So refreshing. I went inside at rinig na rinig ko ang malutong na tunog ng sandal ko. Ba't parang ako lang ang nandito sa bahay?

she says. "That wouldn't take her through the night, this is just 6:30 pm, please get some small chops and refreshments in case she gets hungry in few hours time" I said. My housekeeper replied and takes her leave I close my laptop and walk to the dinning. SHADE.

They were all the same. 'It is not taking place early in the morning. It will take place around 2pm. Do you could get whatever you need from now till then. Come in and I'll make out a cheque out to you. It escaped my memory and I have just remembered about it because I met one of my acquitance who reminded me a d that is why I am back this early. Do come in for the cheque. I trust you to look your absolute best'.

When I hung up, I glanced at the clock. 9:42 p.m. I couldn’t help it. I grabbed my keys and left to go and see her at her house.

Grayham’s POV I positioned my hands on my hips and stared at the wall clock. I still can’t believe that I made it past the day or perhaps made it halfway. It was quarter past 1pm and I was yet to get a message from Miles and neither did I message him. In my defense, I had a lot in my hands. Perhaps he was waiting for me to text him first. Well, Unlike him, I have been so damn busy while he was probably having fun in my family villa.

- CAMERON - This took longer than I expected. I groan aloud walking, shutting the front door leading to my anti room. It’s past seven pm and one word to describe my day? It’s hectic. I drop my keys on the center table the moment I stroll into the living room. I relive my shoulders of my coat, twisting my shoulder backwards to give a self massage.

“Very active too.” I smiled softly while staring at the blurry image on the screen. My baby moved again. For a moment, happiness pushed everything else away. After the appointment, the driver took me home. By the time I arrived at the mansion, the sky had already turned orange with evening light. I changed into comfortable clothes and sat in the living room while waiting for Damian. Seven o’clock passed. Then eight. I finally picked up my phone and texted him. Are you still at work? A few minutes later, his reply came.

Present-her The morning sunlight spilled through the thin curtains of my apartment, highlighting the clutter in the small living room. My coffee mug rested warm in my hands, a comforting anchor as I stretched out on the couch, staring at the clock. It was 9:30 a.m., and I was running late.

The only thing on my mind was that message. Tomorrow. Dafe’s Cafe. 2pm.