Chrisanna I knock at the door, preparing myself for all the cold gestures I might be getting. "Come in!" his hoarse voice literally gives me chills all the damn time. I push the door and come inside, discovering him in a huge stack of files. His eyebrows are drawn together."So, what do you want me to address you?" he asks. "Ms Scott or Mrs—?" he doesn't complete.That was a strange question."I would prefer my first name instead. Chrisanna is fine. Because I'm definitely not a Ms I don't want anyone to know I'm married and even if I do, I won't probably change my surname ever"I had this always in my mind. There's no way I'm changing my surname. I made my identity with this name and it'll always be the same."Fair enough", Samuel says, finally lifting his eyes at me. "Sit down"I pull the chair and sit in front of him."Okay, I still to understand the ongoing projects", he says, quite normally. "So, I want you to fix my appointment with all the clients we're dealing with right now,
Samuel I peek into Kylee's room. Seems like she's sleeping. I tried to call Chrisanna but she blabbered something and cut the call. She's already wasted and I don't think I'll be able to hold myself anymore. I need to know where she is."She's in the opera club", Kylee's head pops out from the door, startling me and she closes the door in my face without hearing me out. Without delay, I rush out of the manor and keep calling her. This woman is impossible. The other day she was asserting her so-called rights and today, she didn't even bother to inform me that she would be going to a club as if she has all the damn rights and I don't have any. Driving at full speed, I reach the opera club which isn't far from the manor. It's a small space with a hundred people stuffed inside a shack. I keep my face mask and hat on while looking for her in the mild disco lights. Thankfully, the music isn't as loud as the bars.I look at each of the faces while crossing the crowd until I hear a chirpin
Chrisanna I wake up with the alarm clock going off, only to feel my head terribly aching and find it hard to push my eyelids up. I groan, rolling onto my stomach as I recollect some blurry visuals. Whenever I'm drunk, I can hardly sleep. Most of the time, I wake up for nanoseconds and doze off again. I remember each time I opened my eyes in the middle of the night, I saw Samuel sleeping underneath me. It might be a hallucination. My eyes flare up as soon as my head is filled with all the broken memories from last night and I jump off the bed, horrified."Shit! I'm screwed!" I groan. I don't know how much I blabbered last night. And I never wanted to be emotional in front of him, I never wanted him to know that his behaviour affects me. But I clearly remember what I had done. I told him that I missed him, his words hurt me, and not the least, I was acting like a totally whipped woman.The most embarrassing part was when I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, feeling terribly
Chrisanna "Look at you two", Emmy chirps while setting the cushions on the couch as I come downstairs, following Samuel. "I'm glad we can finally have breakfast together; especially both of you. You guys didn't have a single meal together if I don't count the dinner night at Christian's"Samuel lets out a sigh. "That's not a big deal, mom. Anyway, good morning""Good morning. I heard you guys had a great evening yesterday", Emmy says. Samuel frowns and his eyes straight lands on Kylee at the dining table. She's giggling at us. "Yeah, it was great!" I try to go along with it."We enjoyed— a lot", Samuel plays along, pulling me closer to him. My eyes drift upwards at him smiling at Emmy."Great. And it'll be great again if you join us for breakfast today, Samuel. You hardly had your meals with us ever since you came back", she crosses her arms at us.Samuel halts for a second, pursing his lips before nodding. "My sweet boy", Emmy pulls his cheek, and before she could pull his head
Chrisanna I don't have my car over here and I have no interest in getting into Samuel's after he literally went on a lunch date with some random chick despite me eyeing him. He just didn't care how I reacted, or he didn't even notice the change in my gaze. What freaks me out the most is he deliberately did it to piss me off. Because this is not the classic Samuel. After turning down a lot of options inside my head, I decided to go for an Uber ride. As I unlock my phone and tap on the application, I hear the grounding noise of a car that halts in front of me. I know who it is but I pretend to ignore him, keeping my eyes down. He's still here, flashing the headlights as a silent call. I grip my phone, tightening my jaw. Then he blows a horn right near me. I squeeze my eyes shut. He doesn't stop and keeps pressing the horn. I flare my eyes open and throw him a strong glare. He's looking in the front, not even at me."Could you stop?" I screech.He finally does me the favour by lookin
Samuel Until!My subconscious screams at me.This is wrong, Samuel!I push myself a little back, realizing what the hell I was doing. I should not!I should fucking not— when she's not even awake. She again squirms underneath me, her eyebrows curling up. The discomfort is visible on her face. "Jesus!" she seethes. "Mama! My head hurts"The next moment, she rubs her eyes, opening them slowly at me. Then she blinks, confused. "Huh!" she groans. "Oh! Mama isn't here" "Yeah. She is not", I mutter, sitting back and sliding my arm around her torso, pulling her upwards as her back rests against my torso and her head falls back onto my chest. I secure her with my arm and gently caress her forehead with my other hand. She just hums, holding my wrist. Her eyes are closed and she's still in half sleep. "You're so bad!" she mumbles, making me chuckle."Why so?"She doesn't respond, snoozing. "Chrisanna, don't sleep", I grunt. She's still snoozing but she can't fall back into a deep sleep
Chrisanna My heart is thudding against my chest. Wilder and faster. The closeness, his eyes straight into mine, my hand locked with his, and our breaths crashing into each other— everything seems to be so unreal. I should have remembered that I'm vulnerable around Samuel. If there's anyone who can make my emotions flow out after mama and paa, it's him. I didn't know the weakness I felt towards him years ago is still breathing inside of me. It's not dead. I blurted out I felt bad and I feel so damn embarrassed for acting like an immature bitch. Did he really ask me out?He did. But it must be out of pity.Because I am upset and he feels guilty about it. "Tell me", he lightly squeezes my hand and I pull it away, lowering my eyes. "You don't have to do that""Do what?""Fix it""I'm not fixing anything", he says. "Because I didn't do anything that might hurt you"I can say my heart did a hip-hop dance the moment he said he ditched Scarlett. I had been feeling so bad the whole day e
Hello, everyone! I know I should have posted this announcement earlier that the next chapter may take a while to be updated. You all must be waiting patiently and I really appreciate that. As you all know this is the month of Ramadan and I'm having a hard time to set up my schedule. However, I can assure you that from 1st April you'll get regular updates for this book and I'll try my best to post at least one long chapter before 1st April. There's a lot more to come. And I'm really excited to share the whole journey of Samuel and Chrisanna. This story is about family and childhood love. Tell me you all love 'I loved you all my life' trope like the way I do. Sobs! Stay tuned for the next chapter.