Ann Marie Foster Novels & Stories

she says softly, pulling out a few documents from the folder in front of her. Marie is my personal assistant and the only person I trust in my company after everything. I've known her my entire life and was the only friend who stood by me after my family was killed. Once things calm down I'm thinking of promoting her, she does so much for me and deserves it.

“Maybe you’ll think twice about growing five inches in three months next time.” Cato now towered over me at 6 ft 4. He ate six full meals today and every time I saw him, he was bigger. As I turned off the stove, a light pair of footsteps came into the kitchen. It was Marie. She clutched her hands together and sidled up to me. “Mom, am I allowed a boyfriend?” she asked, looking up with large round eyes. “No,” Cato said immediately. Marie shot him a glare. “I wasn’t asking you. Mama?”

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.