“Pamela,” Joshua called her name groaning. “You don't have to be this rude,” Joshua complained as he wrung the hand towel and cleaned her shoe. He gazed up at her, the things he found attractive about her; her strong personality residing in her sharp brown eyes. Pamela Mason flushed and darted her eyes away from Joshua. “You are just an annoying piece of shit. Don't you have any decency? JOSHUA!” She spat in an enormous tone at him. Joshua rubbed his face frustrated, belittled and chunked. He had helped her from the mess she got herself into when she got involved with the fraudsters at the hotel. They had been married after their encounter since that day upon her father's request. If only he wasn't there, she and her family company would have liquidated. He was like an angel that saved her. But now a fallen angel. “I've done nothing but support you, and yet you don't want to get your ass to work! Like who does that?!” she shouts at him. He popped his head inside the living ro

Joshua fiddled with his trousers and his pocket luckily he found a coin. The last penny he happened to have with him. He thought 'if I go there, Cindy would be generous and hopefully she could help me out.' He knew how she wanted to be a philanthropist one day, her dream every time she sees orphaned kids. When things were fine and business was flourishing for him, he supported her. So attending the gathering was more like her calling him to repay his kindness towards her. "Third avenue please." He said to the taxi driver as he hopped in. "Sir, fasten your belt please." The taxi driver insisted and he pulled the belt from the side of the seat and fastened it, hooking the two faces together. It was surprising to him how he got little regard from the taxi driver and not from those around him. He urged them to at least trust him, even a fallen tree tends to regenerate, but like a peanut, he was downgraded, and his wife has completely formed a scion with her family. Sleeping on the st

The morning sun streamed through the window to the bed. Joshua groaned and stretched his body like he hadn't done for the last few days. He reached for his phone beside him, that is where he usually left it but couldn't find it, only to realize he connected it yesterday. "Oh no, it's after eight. What happened?" On the norm, he never sleeps this late, not when he would hear a loud thud on the door from Mrs Bridget Mason waking him up very early. He wrapped his towel around his waist, he had such a built body and his abs were sexy. He had girls flocking all over him if he was to go to a brothel or the beach, even when he had nothing, they still tripped over him. At the diner, they were all seated for breakfast. Trisha along with the mother-in-law was shoving the sausage in their mouth. Pamela mouthed. She intended to break the news that Joshua would no longer be babysitting his mother again, just then he walked in and there was a glare that set the room to a lousy thunder. "Mum,

"I thought you'd decided to leave after everything, barely spent a day and you've started skipping days," Victoria said tugging the smooth end of the fabric that bulged out. He didn't want the nagging that the manager was throwing at him, it was as if he intentionally picked on him because he naturally hated the Masons. "And then it sucks for you to get rejected, doesn't it?" The young girl said as she darted away from him. After some good minutes, he was already stuffing the candy foam into a transparent container following Victoria's instructions. Children these days especially the ones at the museum were out of manners and that baffled him, when he was small he begged his aunt if only he could go on the school excursion but had he participated, the home treasury would be drained and that means a flat for them for days. "That doesn't make sense 'cause I'm not dead, I'm I?" He muttered as he yanked some of the sweets wrappers and tucked them frantically inside. "Joshua! That bette

She yanked the comforter from his body. "You should get to see it because you can't remain on his bad side forever." "I'm not interested." He relaxed back. Working all through and not a day off was overlapping.Pamela left the room with a hiss, curled up. He picked up his phone from under his pillow and dialled the number from last night."Mr Stark, good morning." She greeted in a low tone yawning, it shows she too had gone to bed late. "I didn't recall you informing me that your crazy plan was to create competition in the market.""Oh, that? I'm so sorry sir, it was the chairman that proposed it, it's not yet credible it's just a proposal, how did you get to know?""Words get out real quick these days, and I'm not pleased with it, if it's the publication, and I want that person nitpicking found now and then. So figure it out and deal with it.""You're right Mr Stark, I'm sorry for such poor management." She rubbed her eyes."That still doesn't count unless it's tackled down."Joshu