A Certain Someone Novels & Stories

She knew that Chadwick was describing her. “Someone who barged inside my room even though I said to cut it off, someone who dared bit my finger in front of everyone, someone who rushed in the hospital when I got into an accident, someone who will lie about a bottle of non-alcoholic drink and someone who acted as if she does not care about me, when she does. Please, give me that someone.” A drink and someone are completely different. A drink is a thing, and someone is a person. Yet, for Chadwick, this is the perfect way to describe a person who made him drown and drunk into these impeccable emotions.

Liam groaned without budging from his position. “The crazy dude who looks like he’s high is Zidane. The one who looks like he doesn’t give damn care in the world is David. The woman who looks like she could take down ten men twice her size is Janet. The dorky and smiley guy is her husband, Roy. The last one who looks like a handsome and billionaire CEO in every romance novel known is Ashton,” Anita said while pointing to them one by one. “Your description is always on point, girl,” Ashton chuckled.

My name is Colton Emmanuel Sinclair Jr. To everyone I am Cole, a young philanthropist that helps various organizations. You can see me in various magazines, newspapers, TV shows and billboards. I am famous. And I love the attention I get from the media. It made it easier for me to enjoy life. Everywhere I go people know me and so they treat me well. I'm a womanizer but I never slept with anyone younger than twenty one. I want someone that would be able to have a conversation with. Someone I can have a connection with. Someone that would make me see my life's purpose.

"Julia, that seat next to yours is Uncle Terrence's seat! Hurry and follow me to our seats. You're only going to get yourself in trouble!" I tried to suppress the annoyance rising within me and opened my mouth to explain. Just then, a man's deep voice called out. "Sorry, I'm late."

Act like nobody knows a thing. Damien's hard eyes meet mine, and he gives me an up-down, followed by a subtle smirk. He clears his throat. "Everyone, I'm sure many of you heard the news, but have not yet gotten the opportunity to meet my personal assistant and new lovely fiancée, Hannah." I turn to face them and force myself to appear confident as I wave. "Hello. It's nice to meet all of you." I'm met with many unexpectedly warm eyes, several of whom offer their congratulations.

To break the awkward quiet, I decided to bring up the opening. "Has the opening been finalized yet?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. "That's what I was told. Are you not coming?" I ask. He's my assistant, but Sharon is with me, so his presence isn't necessary. "Maybe, but as your assistant, I can join you. My personal matters can wait." I inadvertently reveal something personal. She smiled, but it wasn’t a bad smile—just a different one. She's an open-minded woman, after all. Enrico wouldn't be so taken with her if she weren't also wise and understanding.

But Rita became obsessed, determined to compete with her no matter what. Their so-called rivalry had always been one-sided. Now that Faith had suddenly posted online again, it naturally drew enormous attention. She added another comment beneath her post. [Let me clarify once more: Dr. Kevin Miller is the vice director of Heyes Hospital and my best partner. This highly difficult brainstem tumor removal surgery was also performed at our hospital. I hope Dr. Rita Owen of Sacred Heart Hospital stops trying to steal credit and stops using Kevin's name to attract patients.] Her wording was sharp and aggressive.

"Dad, look at this man. He's so dumb! After I told him I wanted those hot dogs, he actually ran all the way to get them. I fed them to the dog as soon as he brought them back. "Those two have no shame. If I were Grandpa and Grandma, I'd have kicked them out ages ago. "Dad, look at this ugly woman! Now that she's bald, I honestly don't know how that man can even look at her." The messages went on endlessly. Jessica and Troy could hardly believe that their own children would say such things about them.

After a few moments, she tells him that she’s fine and that they should go inside as the seminar is about to start. The seminar starts but Aron is still furious. He sits beside Ashley and gives Matt death stares. He didn’t take his eyes off of him. If someone saw Aron staring at Matt like that, he would think that Aron is planning Matt’s murder. The seminar ends and they meet some more influential and successful personalities. They’re honored to meet each one of them as they aspire to be like them.

Not to mention the PR nightmare. "We should get back," Anthony said, pocketing his phone. "People will start to notice we're missing." I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere. Who was this mysterious "S"? The description was frustratingly vague. Dark hair in a bun, designer coat, red heels. That could be half the women in my contact list. "Let's keep an eye on our bartender friend," I said as we made our way back toward the main event. "If this 'S' person contacted him once, she might try again."