TIFFANY'S POVShe was still happily jumping when she felt the gate go open, and when she turned she saw Shawn standing with a heavy frown.“What are you doing here?” He asked angrily.“Looking around and having fun." I replied, concealing my embarrassment. He just caught me jumping like a frog.“Do you know how scared I was? How did you get here?”“Scared? I was bored and decided to do a bit of wandering and I got here.”“I never knew I had to look after a child instead of a 19 year old.” Shawn snarled.“Excuse you! I was bored!”“I guess this place doesn't match your princess lifestyle. Anyways, dinner is ready.” He announced before stomping away.SHAWN'S POVIt pissed him off that he had been worried for nothing. The brat had gone to his garden without his consent. How much he wants to whip her for almost giving him a panic attack.He walked back inside, and while he was setting the dining table for dinner she walked in.“Can I help with that?” She asked.“You can, while I bring th
“Yes, I am. I decided to call since you can't call your father.”“Here he goes again. Guilt tripping me.” Shawn said, palming his face.“I am not. How is Tiffany?”“She is fine. She just went upstairs to her room.”“And where are you?”“In the sitting room.”“You are so unromantic, boy.”“What do you mean, Dad?”“ You are supposed to be bonding and not being apart.”“Did you check the time, Mr Gold? It's past 8 o,clock.”“And then? This is the time couple's bond the most. You know, staying up to see romantic movies. Oh, Shawn! The only thing you know how to do is work, work and work.”“Dad, may I remind you that she is still in high school and Will be going to school tomorrow. And myself, I have work tomorrow.”“You have a point. But, during the weekend make sure you guys see a movie together.”“Yes, Dad. I hope you know that you can't keep dictating what happens in my home?”“I will. If you don't know how to run it.”“Thank you for calling, Dad. And by the way, mum asked me to say hi
SHAWN'S POVHe stood in the garage staring after her as the cat drove out of sight. That kid had better not bashed his car. A smile tugged at his lips as he remembered her childish display. No matter how matured she tried to act, she still had that childish aspect to her.Realizing he was running late, he got into his Rolls Royce and drove off. As he drove to work, he turned on the car's radio.“Last week Saturday, the 25th of August, one of Vancouver's youngest Billionaires and finest bachelor, Shawn Gold proposed to his highschool and model girlfriend, Tiffany Dion…” He quickly changed the channel. The press and not minding their business.As he got closer to work, he couldn't help but fret as he didn't know how to face his workers and most especially, Rachel. The news was everywhere and he was sure they must have all heard about it.He drove into the company, and parked at his designated parking space before alighting.He got inside and from the reception, his workers were alread
“This is not your business, Timothy.” Mary retorted.“It is not yours, either. Now run along with your minions.” Timothy ordered.“Nice car, Tiffany. I bet Shawn got it for you, because your broke father can't afford a car like that right now.” With that, Mary sashayed away.“Thank you, Timo…” Tiffany made to say, but Timothy cut her short.“You have a lot to explain.”“Timothy, wait up.” She made to run after him as he walked away, but thought against it. Students were still watching and she was late for class, so she turned in the direction of her class instead.She got to class and sat down beside Freya. “Hey, Freya.” Freya glanced at her before returning to the book she was reading.“Look, I know you are angry at me but I can explain.” She tried to explain but a teacher entered the class.“We will continue this conversation later. Can I borrow your blue ball pen?” She asked, trying to make Freya talk to her.Freya brought out the pen from her backpack and gave it to her without u
SHAWN'S POV He just got out of the elevator with Rachel and was met with the sight of Tiffany flirting with his new intern. For a moment he stood glaring at them. How dare she flirt with an intern in his company? She was his fiance and wife–to–be, and that means she was not supposed to talk and pay attention to another man like she was doing. He didn't know what to make of the feeling that was tugging at his chest, but one thing was sure, he doesn't like seeing her that way with another man. He didn't realize he was transfixed to the spot until Rachel pulled at his arms. “Come on. Let's go.” She said, nudging him forward. As they got close to Jimin Park and Tiffany he gave them both a dirty look before facing forward. TIFFANY'S POV Good riddance to bad rubbish! Did he really think he was the only one who could flirt? He better have a rethink, because she could play the game too. “So, I was wondering if you are hungry?” She asked Jimin returning her gaze to him. Jimin, who
RACHEL'S POVShe felt like hauling something across the wall, but she knew better.She stared at the money and felt like tearing them into shreds.She brought him there so they could have lunch, catch up on lost times and enjoy the moment together. But no! The witch had to ruin everything.At that moment, she regretted telling Shawn about Tiffany and Jimin's presence in the .She should have kept her mouth shut and enjoyed her time with him.Frustrated and angry, she pressed the button beneath the table, and a waiter rushed to her.“How much is the bill?” He answered her and she paid, leaving him a tip.As she walked out of the , her hatred for Tiffany Dion tripled.TIFFANY'S POVShe rushed back to the company, got into the car and drove out of the company in a haste.Shawn Gold was nothing but a jerk, and she felt sorry for Jimin for stringing him into her problem. But she hated herself the most for using the poor guy as a pawn in her silly revenge game.She got home, parked the car,
SHAWN'S POVHe scrolled through his phone searching for restaurants in Vancouver that sell the best seafood. When he found one, he placed an order.After that, he went up to his library. He took out one of his fancy jotters and got a pen. He tore a page from the jotter and inscribed “This jerk is sorry. Xoxo, S.G”Then he went downstairs to wait for his order to arrive. A few minutes later it arrived, and he carefully inserted the note into the well packed paper bag that contained the food.After that, he called his logistics driver and gave it to him to deliver to Tiffany at school.He was new to all of this, and he hoped it would work.TIFFANY'S POVThey had just had their last lesson for the first half of the day, when a student came to call her.“A delivery man is asking to see you, Tiffany.” The student said to her, as she walked out of the class with Freya.“Me? Are you sure you are not mistaken?” Tiffany asked, taken aback.“Aren't you Tiffany Dion?” The student asked, getting
It was closing time and she headed for the parking lot with Freya and Timothy. They were cracking jokes and laughing at it. “Oh my God, who saw what Mrs Williamsburg wore to class today?” Freya asked.“I couldn't stop laughing. It was hilarious.” Tiffany replied.“What did she wear?” Timothy asked, his interest piqued.“She wore a loose fitting knee–length gown, rainbow colorhose, a weird muffler and shoes with their tips pointing to the sky. Her makeup looked like one meant for a Halloween party.” Freya described. They all burst into laughter as students turned to look at them.Just then, Mary pushed past them with her minions. “I never knew you were blind, bird brain.” Freya called after her.“Shut up, Fred!” Mary hauled back.“You know what? You are just a product of an unfinished copulation.” Freya yelled.Mary stopped in her tracks, turned and began walking back towards them.“What did you call me, you dimwit?” She said, poking Freya's chest with her fingers.“Exactly what you