Donald's POVHunched over the desk, I tried to make heads or tails of the work before me but my brain was too tired to provide meaning to it. A headache was niggling at the back of my brain and I raised my hands to my temples, soothing the spot.Too tired to think, I stood from the chair heading towards the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee.Once it was ready, I made it the way I liked it. Black and two cubes of sugar.Once the semi-bitter taste of the coffee touched my tongue, everything simultaneously felt better.Sighing, I leaned against the counter taking my sweet time before I walked back to my desk, my brain prepped to work.I had barely sat down for ten seconds when my phone buzzed with a notification.Reluctant to check it but curious, I craned my head towards the direction of the phone, my phone's screen was lit up, with a message from Tessa.Now, that piqued my curiosity. Tessa was a friend of my wife, and it was a bit odd that she would be texting me. Abandoning the w

Donald's POV The tweets of the birds woke me, my eyes flew open. I was disoriented for a moment and it took me a minute to remember where I was and what I was doing on the bed. The events of the day went through my mind. Flinging back the bed covers, I sat up running a hand through my face.My phone buzzed on the bedside table, alerting me to new information from work. Slipping my feet into the flip-flops I kept by the bed, I bent to pick it up when I saw the bright blue box on the other end.It has a big bow on it, the type you would place on birthday gifts. It must have been from Rose. After what she did last night, I was in no mood to talk to her or even see her and maybe she understood that, feeling some sort of remorse.The information from his office was forgotten, I sat down on the bed with the box on my lap tearing into it. It was a suit.Deep down, I grew giddy and happy that she wanted to work on our marriage until I saw the card next to the suit.It was an appreciation n

Donald's POV “Okay sir, but what do you think about this?” My secretary, Luna leaned over the table showing a bunch of new files that I had to sort. The templates we used for the last job got rejected, our client insisting that they were outdated as opposed to the recent ones. I sighed, perusing the new templates that she'd created. “They're good, better than anything I could have come up with.”Luna hesitates, peeking at me from the corner of her eyes. “But?”“But nothing.” I push the templates back to her. “I'm being serious, these designs are really good. If the Fowlers don't like it, then it's their problem, not yours.”She beamed, relaxing back on her chair. We kept working in silence as I went through some backlog I'd forgotten to clear out in my haste from the previous months. I hadn't told Lana yet but as soon as the ink was dry on the divorce papers, I was hightailing it out of here.It's not like Rose will want to keep him around so it was best he left, which was why he was

Donald's POV You know that bad feeling that you get in your gut before something bad happens, almost like a premonition of sorts?Yeah, it's true.I just confirmed it after Rose confidently sat her down on his very expensive leather chair, her lips raised in a pout as she dialed Mr Warrens, the accounts manager for our banks.To spite me and show me who's the boss, she placed it on speakerphone so I could listen in. Mr Warrens was a very busy man but not to people who paid half of his monthly wages. He picked up on the third ring. “Ms Waters, it's a pleasure to hear from you!” His sugary sweet voice rang out from the phone, sounding as excited as ever.He should be, whenever you hear from your clients, it usually means there's a paycheck involved.“Mr. Warrens, it's a pleasure to hear from you too. I reckon you're a very busy person like myself so I'll go straight to the point and not waste any time.” She peeked at me from beneath her lashes, her victorious smile obvious. “I'd like t

Donald 's POVHer lips were soft under mine, momentarily distracting me from pushing her off. Anna took that for me being interested in her and she sank her fingers into my hair deepening the kiss.My eyes flew open in surprise, wondering how I could push her off without coming off as annoying.She must have realized I stopped kissing her shortly after because she pulled away, her face contrite.“Oh my gosh! I'm such an idiot, I shouldn't have done that. Did it feel like I harassed you?”There were a lot of things that I wanted to say to her but my eyes darted towards the elevator, eager for the doors to open so that I can get the hell out of here. My no response was also answer to her because she pressed her hands to her face looking as though she was about to cry. “Donald, please say something…”“Can we talk about this later…?” I asked. “I have to see Hector and I'm sure he will be expecting me so…”Luckily, the doors dinged open and I was able to get out in the nick of time before