"Easy baby, we are almost there," Lawton said, as he walked towards the car with Amanda. He occasionally looked back to make sure the men were really gone as they walked. His hands were around Amanda's shoulder as they walked but she was too drunk to walk straight and it was both slowing them down. Lawton's hand began to hurt after some minutes and he decided it was best to carry her into the car as it would be faster and less stressful. "I'm going to lift you now okay," Lawton uttered, as he paused for a bit before slowly lifting Amanda up and carrying her into his arms. "Okay husband," Amanda muttered smiling, as Lawton walked towards the car with her in his arms. Lawton opened the door to his car and carefully placed Amanda in the front seat before helping her tighten the seat belt. He noticed Amanda was fast asleep as he finished and helped her adjust her head before giving her a kiss on the forehead and closing the door to the car. Barry who had been watching them all alon

Amanda started to get ready for work and got fully dressed to start her day… her first day as Barry's employee, she was working as his secretary. She found a cab that drove her to Barry's company, the morning light finding its way to her face as she sat by the window. On getting to the building, she was taken aback a little bit because it superseded what she had in mind concerning the place. She made her way to the receptionist and with the card Barry had given her earlier that day, it pointed out what floor she was on. “You are on the tenth floor and this card will give you access to that part. Once you leave my desk, the entrance by my left has an access control system that leads you to the elevator which then leads you to the tenth floor, from there you will find your way. You will use this card for the access control system, I hope I am clear. You either swipe the card or tap the card gently,” the receptionist gave a full direction with a smile on her face, using her

Amanda enjoyed the fresh air on the scooter as it refreshed her after the long day she had just had but as Lawton continued to drive home, she suddenly remembered about her high school reunion. She had earlier told Lawton about the time and venue of the reunion a few days ago but he seemed to have forgotten about it. "Today is the high school reunion, Lawton, I just remembered," Amanda muttered, breaking the silence. "Really, I totally forgot about it," Lawton replied, before taking a U-turn towards the venue. "Let's go then, we do not want to be late for your first reunion party," Lawton added, increasing the speed as Amanda smiled. Lawton arrived at the reunion in some minutes and both down of the scooter with Amanda. As they both removed the helmets from their heads, Amanda couldn't help but be wowed by the expensive cars parked in the parking lot. "Wow," Amanda muttered to herself, admiring the cars. "Let's go in," Lawton uttered, snapping Amanda out of her thoughts. "Okay

Amanda’s cheeks reddened as she glanced at Lawton. She’d been trying to keep a low profile during the reunion, but, of course, he couldn’t resist teasing her. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned closer, flashing a smug smile that seemed tailor-made to rile her up. “Come on, Amanda,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re not shy, are you?” Amanda nudged him under the table with her heel, the sharp glare she shot him practically screaming, Not now. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she fought to maintain her composure. The last thing she needed was to draw unnecessary attention to herself in front of her old high school classmates. The atmosphere in the private dining room of The Gilded Orchid was warm and convivial, with the soft golden glow of the chandeliers casting intricate patterns onto the polished mahogany table. The room had a touch of old-world charm, with heavy drapes framing the tall windows and ornate carvings decorating the walls. The scent of roas

Steve sat frozen, his face a mix of shock and disbelief as the table’s heated murmurs died down. What had started as a lively reunion filled with nostalgia and shared memories had now shifted into something darker—awkward, tense, and charged with unspoken resentment. The classmates who had been laughing at his over-the-top stories earlier now exchanged sceptical glances, their expressions shifting from amused indulgence to outright amusement at his predicament. “So… are you going to pay for it, Steve?” Jane’s voice cut through the silence. Sharp and teasing, her tone carried just enough faux innocence to make her jab sting. Steve’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his usual smooth-talking confidence nowhere to be found. “Well, uh, I mean…” He fumbled with his words, glancing desperately around the table for support. But no one was coming to his rescue. Eric, who had spent the earlier part of the evening loudly agreeing with Steve’s boasts about his “connections,” leaned back in