"Don't you dare speak to me like that young lady. Am your father and you will respect me," Uncle Mike shouted but that's the thing, he was not my father but my guardian for the past twenty three years.Hell my father? My parents? I didn't know them the only thing I knew was that they died in a fatal car crash with me being the only survivor. Even as I looked at him unbelievably, bitter tears welled my eyes. Those were my savings and he drunk them away just like that. My hard worked money just lying around in a counter of some bar downtown. I didn't have it in me to continue arguing with him so with a defeated sigh I took my bag and went out. I would rather be at work than at home.Walking to work took fifteen minutes to be exact. It was better if I started saving as early as now."My latte and would you please get Mario to my office" Again with the usual morning routine, I got the latte informed Mario's secretary to call Mario to my boss' office and finally went back to my desk focusi
Typical Monday morning, a whole board room filled with the company's most influential investors and shareholders. My boss, Niklaus Rogers stood at the end of the conference room confidently presenting his bright ideas infront of the running projector. As for me on this wonderful morning, had regretted wearing the last thing I saw in my closet. The shortest navy blue skirt from my old days."Enelor, show them the folders" he instructed and everytime I bent down just to place each folder on the huge glass desk I had to tuck one hand behind to hide my bare undies. By the time I made my way to where Sir Niklaus stood an invisible boulder appeared out of nowhere making me trip right into his arms. With him startled and a dazzled me in his arms, I felt his huge hand on my left butt cheek confusion with a hint of anger clouded on my face as well as his.I stood up but he still clung to my waist making my back face him. It was embarrassing having to endure the looks that the investors threw my
As immediate as John's Porsche left my apartment complex, I looked sideways making sure that no one saw us. The last thing I wanted was to be on the neighborhood rumor mill which mostly revolved around Uncle Mike and his drunk ways.Taking a breath of fresh air, I entered the building. The lights once more cut due to the overdue bills, I climbed the stairs slowly feeling the weight of all that ice cream take a toll on my body.What if I did get fat? That would definitely be a good thing because who was I kidding I was a little malnourished.Getting to my door, I searched for the keys in my bag heaving a sigh when my fingers came into contact with the sharp pieces of metals.I searched for the light switch grateful that Uncle Mike was fast asleep or was he?"Who was that?" The sound came from the farthest corner of my shabby living room.From the tone of it and the fresh smell of stinky beer I knew he was drunk."Just a friend,"I said quietly switching on the lights and throwing my bag
"Home. I want to go home"She said quietly and god damn it, hearing her say that made me furious.Her torn lip still showed how badly the bastard had hit her. I didn't know that things were this bad and had I known, I wouldn't have done or said all those things to her.Yesterday, I had stepped out of line. It was not my intention to humiliate her or make her feel like some hoe but god damn it, that little skirt clouded my senses. I wasn't supposed to look at her that way. I wasn't supposed to feel jealous when she went out with someone and yet here I was, worried sick that she hated him.But wasn't that my primary goal? To make her hate me? To use her to my advantage?"This is your home,"I muttered not bothered at how her eyes scrutinized me.She was not well and although it shouldn't have mattered, it did. Her uncle or whatever he claimed he was to her would rot in jail for as long as I lived.I remember vaguely waiting for her outside her apartment to apologize. I had rehearsed a who
We sat there in silence with him watching me put a fry in my mouth one after the other. I could feel his eyes on me. A million of questions running through his head.Raising my head slightly so that my eyes were at a level with his, I cleared my throat,"I can explain everything, it's not what you think"Ooh yeah like telling him to lie for you so that you can escape your boss' mansion is not something to overthink about."You don't have to,"he merely stated,"it's none of my business who you are with but that,"he paused pointing to my now slightly reddish wrists,"that is an indication that he is not right for you. Does his sister know? Elen have you even reported him?"The condemnation was overly laced in his voice. Truth is, I wanted to badly tell him that Sir Niklaus was not my lover. That he was not the one who did that to me. That I would never in a million years sleep with someone like Niklaus Rogers and yet the last part had me curious."You ... you know his sister?" With a que
I woke up having had the same nightmare about what happened years ago. If she was the one, did she remember what happened years ago at the amusement park? I mean I did, I remembered every single detail that happened that day. The very thing that brought enmity between the Rogers family and the Montgomery's family. And I was to blame for everything. For dad's death, for Gregory Montgomery's hatred, I was supposed to marry his daughter and like a coward I ran from home.I ran to the Philippines, leaving dad to face the wrath of Gregory Montgomery. The doctors said that he had a stroke due to his heart problems but upto this day, I carry the burden of knowing that had I not married Greg's daughter, dad wouldn't have had to go through the stress of dealing with Greg's threats again. Which is why, Eleanor Gibbins played a huge part in this. It didn't matter that she didn't know. It didn't matter that she was innocent. It didn't matter that she wasn't to blame for her father's actions, poi
One step forward, two steps back.Atleast that's what I felt when he gave me the cold shoulder in the morning. I had already made up my mind on saying thanks and asking for forgiveness for everything I said yesterday. I also wanted to ask why his knuckles were bandaged, probably try to bring in the good-boss and secretary-thing we had going on but no.His eyes said it all. He was pissed and although I was no mind reader I knew he was pissed at me. I left his home like he was some sort of kidnapper who had gagged me and chained me to his house. A sudden emptiness overwhelmed me, since Uncle Mike left, I felt all alone.Like I had no one at the moment. The telephone rang against my desk and only then did I realize that I had zoned out watching my boss' door even after he had slammed it on my face."Rogers group of companies," I started."Hey? Hey. Eleanor right?""Yeah and to whom am I speaking to?"I asked playing with the cord of the telephone. The feminine voice sounded familiar, sop
"You think it's that easy huh? Come back and ask me to marry you and I would willingly accept your offer? Klaus, do you even know what love is? Have you ever loved anyone in your life but yourself? No. Infact never. You and I were done the moment you got on that plane and disappeared"Isadora huffed hanging up the phone. Had I ever loved anyone in my life? Was that like a trick question? I had put everyone's needs before mine! I was doing everything in the name of those who I loved! Who was she to question me?I kept my cool fiddling with my pen to keep me calm. I knew Isadora wouldn't give in, I knew she would want to know one way or another whether what I was saying was true or not. And just like that, everything had fallen into place the way I wanted. She involved my secretary just like I thought she would. Turns out dating Isadora had come with the perks of knowing her every move. Knowing her inside and out. Somewhat like the back of my hand.The guy I had hired to follow Isadora