~[CHAPTER NINE]~Knock! Knock! I turned to meet the questioning eyes of Tara, that gaze of hers keen on me for the past minute since the door had been threatened to be stormed down by whoever was out there.We rarely had visitors, none we expected. The only people you would find coming around, were the random flings she brought back for the night ever since— Knock! Knock! Knock! There followed that intrusive sound yet again. "A burglar" I scrunched up my face at the utterance, eyes narrowed at her form. "Have you been drinking?" I could affirm that New York was a wild place, but rarely on this corner, did we ever encounter burglaries. The security was pretty tight, and I could swear that was only our push for still having this apartment in our hold. "Don't look at me like that" Followed the voice of Tara, hands at once grabbing onto the dish plate laid on the table. "Haven't you heard the rumors going around?" "Ol' Kathleen was robbed on her way back from a charity event last
~[CHAPTER TEN]~Figures came strolling past my jumbled form, each one bearing a red envelope in their hands. The hubbub which befell the area, had my eyes shifting from here to there, hoping to understand what to make of the rabbles. At every corner one turned to, you were sure to find a jumbled form, all to influence the ruckus which had now pulled about. "Have you gotten one?" Face bearing a crooked grin, the figure of a man hurried past mine, eyes lingering on my disoriented gaze. "What is that?" My voice called after that departing figure, yet, there followed no answer from the fellow who appeared to have something much more interesting to tend to. "It's an invitation" I didn't need to turn around to tell who that voice belonged to—That damning calm voice of his, which emitted past my shoulders. And perhaps that was some charm of his, demanding attention, that is. Cause in a second, the once-growing hubbub had died, with the people returning to their positions. I found my
~[CHAPTER ELEVEN]~THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW.Kristoffer barely found interest in all that went on around him, excluding the discussions about Holden Inc. the young man probably might have made leave hours ago, but that would only be dishonoring the lot of people before him. The ones so kind to have invited him for such a fine gathering as this. A low sigh escaped his lips the moment the seat next to him was snatched, and next came the form of Diego, sinking into the hold of that chair."You could have just stayed back" Kristoffer let out. "Oh, be grateful and make merry that I even decided to show up" Followed the voice, with Diego soon reaching for the single glass before him. "Gatherings like this are no concern of mine, Kris" "Especially if it doesn't- His words got held in, as those eyes he bore had now found interest on a silhouette under the chandelier lights. Gaze peering on, the young man itched for every knowledge of who that figure was. "Hold that thought" His lips
~[CHAPTER TWELVE]~My gaze beheld the girl in the mirror—A wreck she was. An utter mess. Eyes weary, they only yearned for a long night's rest. One uninterrupted, but how impossible that was, as I was forced to remain on the grounds of this building, all in sakes of an event I barely found an interest in. How funny, only an hour ago, it was the only thing I spoke of, and now, I only wished to be far from here. Only now did the joy of home hit me. Oh, how lucky Tara was. With no composure to put up, and no gentleman to force a smile at, it sure was the happiest place to be in at the hour. Even from here, I still could hear the orchestra playing. Those group of people who had been hired to bless the evening with such tunes I only found soothing. Their hands had been busy at the instruments from the moment I walked in here, and up till this moment, they haven't bothered taking a rest, not even a glass of water had they halted their session for. The roof could come down, and they
~[CHAPTER THIRTEEN]~Jane Parker. Those pair of eyes settled on my figure had managed to have me snapped back to reverie, with the voice of the announcer calling for me, ushering me onto the awaiting stage. My presence on that platform for whatever reason had those prying gazes onlooking my withered form. The silence which came about had claimed most of the room, and with all attention fixed my way, I was spared a few seconds to have a rethink of why I agreed to this. Adalynn. It was that persistent figure who had pushed me into this, stating that if I in fact was to live up to all what I claimed to be, then I must in fact give a speech at the annual ‘Corporates Innovative conference’ which was a safe space for all of the big names I had come to know, and now here I was, being awaited by a hundred, all anticipating what the representative of Holden Inc. had to spew. I approached the mic, feet hesitant, eyes paused on the sea of heads below. Among those figures, I was quick to re
~[CHAPTER FOURTEEN]~I sauntered into the living room only to find a grinning Tara waddling around the area, hands holding onto a ginormous box, with a red string as a bow attached to it. "Look who decided to return home after all" That utterance of Tara was laced with such enthusiasm I never had witnessed from my friend before, and while those eyes of hers went beaming on, I found her already making her way to me. "The courier said it was for a Jane Parker...Now I believe you're the only Jane Parker in this room now....Isn't it. So sweetie, start speaking. Who's the Mister?" Came that utterance at once, demanding of me. At once, she had dumped the box into my hands, and with that face holding onto a grin which only foretold all of the nagging she was bound to put me through, those eyes of hers questioned my movements. "What Mister?" Believe me I was just as lost in whatever it was she was on about, for I ached to know what such amusement was for."Have a peek at that" Implored
~[CHAPTER FIFTEEN]~That blank gaze. Intent on me all the while that figure came waddling down the stairs, and in the time those eyes remained keen on my form, I stayed frozen on my feet. He was just as I imagined—That same striking resemblance he bore with his son, and with his scrutiny accessing my profile, I surely was to be found shaken. This was the same man I had heard of, for so long—The same one highly spoken of, and now, being stood here in the same room as him, all of me quaked. Trent Holden. Only at his incoming form, was I then spared an opportunity making out the features he shared with Kristoffer—Those eyes were similar, smile even befitting, not to forget that brooding energy which surrounded them. They were just alike, yet different. Trent was much different. His gaze never was questioning, and in as much as I juddered at his presence, there was just something that seemed warming about the fellow, which left had me wondering why Kristoffer was an exact opposite t
~[CHAPTER SIXTEEN]~The tension which burned in this space, was one which had me looking anywhere but the intricate lines on my palms which for some reason I had developed an interest on for the past minute. The night surely was young, but so was the communication shared between Kristoffer and I since we made leave from his father's home. He had spoken not a word to me since the minute I stepped into this vehicle, and I tell you, not even a cough came emitted my way. Eyes only fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, with the quietude lingering between both our forms, and only then did I think it wise cracking the silence which had befallen. "Are you taking me back to the office?" For a second his eyes turned to me, but as expected he had them set back on the road ahead. "I'm taking you home, Jane""Home?" A scoff came from me, eyes beholding the blank expression held on his face. "You barely know where I live, Mr. Holden" "Then you'd better start directing