She glanced up at the figure approaching her. A smile formed on her lips. Jason smiled when he saw her. He was wearing a maroon-colored tuxedo over a grey suit. Jason was attractive in his own way; average hieght, strong jaw, lapis-blue eyes and a map of thick black Celtic curls. Months ago, she'd thought he was the most handsome man alive, then she'd met Edmund. He stopped before her and regarded her for a moment. "You know you haven't aged one bit since the last time I saw you." Emily's smile broadened. "Come here, you." She threw herself into his arms, engulfing him in a warm embrace. He lifted her in the air and pressed his body onto hers. When the excitement had washed over, he dropped her on the floor with a thud. Necks turned to stare. They were standing before an enormous skyscraper that housed the hotel where Jason was staying at. He put his hand on hers and dragged her along with him into the building. Once inside, Jason led the way. He stopped before a table by the w
"I want you to move in with me when I get a house." Those words reechoed in her head as she stepped into her office. They'd haunted her dreams the past night and were about to ruin her day now. That was Jason's request from her the previous night. She'd said she would think about it, but that was a lie. She couldn't think about it. Her office looked exactly the same as it was since she left it the previous day. She was yet to furnish it to her taste, but that was the least of her problems right now. Heaving a dire sigh, Emily slumped onto the executive seat before the table and leaned back on it, allowing her whole body to relax. A moment later, the door swung open and Edmund stood before her. He was not smiling. "Morning," he greeted. "Good morning, sir," Emily said, sitting up at once. He glanced at his wristwatch and returned his eyes to her. "You're late, Emily. Why are you late?" She wetted her lips and swallowed hard. "I---I'm sorry, sir," she stammered. "That is not
Edmund veered the car towards the next street. He was racing against time and hoping that he made it. From the moment he received the message from her father's nurse that he was back in town, he'd not been the same.Mr. Tyler Hamilton or simply, The Bull, as he was known by the majority of workers in his company was his father. Tyler Hamilton was a greying man in his sixties that was gradually getting close to losing his marbles. He was erratic and spontaneous at best and often liked things to go his own way.When Tyler Hamilton was not travelling around the world on some luxurious holiday, he was squandering the money he'd made in the days of his youth at casinos and clubhouses. He got through with hookers the same way other men got through with socks. It was one of the reasons his marriage with his mother was suffering.Despite Tyler Hamilton's reckless lifestyle, he surprisingly had very high moral standards which he did not live up to. Growing up, Edmund had always thought of him
He could not keep his mind off her the entire night and when he woke up the next morning, she was the first person he thought of. He tried to envisage her in his eyes. She was blonde and full-breasted, with the soft-milky skin of a child. His body tingled as he thought about her. He could not believe that at a dire time like this, such a mundane thought crossed his mind.Emily Peterson! There was something uniquely compelling about her, something beyond her beauty and made-for-sex body that had haunted his dreams from the first day they'd had sex. He hoped to find out what that special thing was soon. But first, he had to secure her help.The next morning, he went to the office earlier than usual. His troubled heart would not allow him to sleep the whole eight hours. He was mer with the sleepy-eyed receptionist when he arrived. She shot up her head in surprise when she saw him and greeted him. Edmund mumbled in response and went his way.Emily was not in her office when he arrived. B
Emily sat across from her friend, Dre in a coffee shop that was a few buildings away from Greenwood Estate where she worked. Dre had insisted on going on a lunch break with her and even though Emily had protested, she'd had to give in in the end. Dre was not ready to give up.The waiter wandered to her side and flashed her a genial smile. Emily shaped her head towards him at once."I'm not ready to order yet," she said.The smile on the waiter's face faded. He turned to Dre and asked, "What about you, ma'am?"Dre shook her head."I'll call you when I need you."Without another word, the young man passed her a tight-lipped smile. His face quickly registered his displeasure. He turned and moved to another table."What is it?" Dre asked, after the waiter had moved out of earshot. "What?" Emily asked, raising her eyes to meet Dre's."The look on your face, Emily," Dre said. "It's obvious there's something wrong with you. Spit it out."Emily heaved a deep sigh."Is it that obvious?"Dre n
Emily stepped on the porch of her house and exhaled a sharp breath. It was unbelievably warm outside and she could not wait to get into the house, turn on the air conditioning system to the lowest level and have a sound sleep. But something was wrong. She could feel it in her guts. And it wasn't just the gnawing anxiety she felt, it was the fact that her eyes were twitching from the moment she left her office right till this very moment. She let her thoughts wander to what might be wrong. Had it gotten out to the press that SkyNet was sinking? That was the worst-case scenario. The management of SkyNet had done a great job at keeping their predicament away from the public. But what if it had gotten out? The thought of that made her feel depressed. She'd wanted to follow her up pulse and place a call to her father at once, demanding to know the situation at SkyNet at the moment, but on second thoughts, she decided against it. There was no need to pressure the old man. And she was just
Edmund had been busy all day. He'd barely had enough time for work. He was either calling the logistics company to make sure that everything was in place or he was yelling at the caterers to add a few more meals to their cuisine. It was all exhausting. He wished there was some other alternative but there wasn't. His father had personally put him in charge of everything. It was April 15th, his father's sixty-eighth birthday. Everything about the party that going to take place later that evening had been planned to the very last detail and Edmund was determined to make it a grand affair, just the way his father wanted it. Anything to make the old man happy enough to will the company to him or at least not change his mind if the will was already in his favor. Edmund hurried down the stairs in his apartment at Hillwood Estate, buttoning his sleeves as he did so. By the time he reached the foot of the stairs, he'd finished buttoning his left sleeve. He glanced at his wristwatch before he
Edmund frowned, his eyes narrowing into slits. He'd always known that Charlotte was a bloody opportunist but not even in his wildest imagination had he figured that she would ever go this far.From the moment she made her request known, he'd lost his voice. And like a pack of cards scattered over the table, all his hopes had crashed. All he felt now was anger. Deep, intense anger."What?!" He glared at her. "Are you insane? You and I are over, Charlotte. Why don't you get used to that?"Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Is that your final answer? Because if that is what it is, then it's fine. I'll just turn around and head back into the party to tell your parents the truth."She turned to walk away but Edmund stopped her. He grabbed her by the arm, his nails almost digging into his soft, delicate skin."Wait a minute, Charlotte," he said, heaving an exasperated breath. "This doesn't have to go this way. We can come to some sort of compromise. I can pay you to buy your silence. Just name yo