The words tinged in his throat and foaster his imagination to roll wide and unfold within his head.In his mind's eye, Hamish unleashed years of pent-up frustration. In that single moment but in reality, nothing but a sweet-nighty silence ensued between the two.“Do you have a problem with my actions towards your sister?”Hamish lowered his gaze, hiding the contempt that formed on his face for a few seconds before responding. “No sir. I trust your decisions and actions. I have no right to question them…”“And so why are you here?” The chairman inquired.“...” Hamish spent a few seconds of silence, his gaze however was unwavering. He stared at his father in those few seconds with a stone cold ferocity.“Nothing sir. I just wanted to confirm it is true.”The chairman smiled and crossed his hand, “Well, you have. It is true.”The heavy oak door swung inward and Kayla strode in, fixing Hamish with an icy stare. "Well, dear sister, congratulations seem to be in order,” Hamish said quietly
Kayla plastered on a smile as yet another subsidiary called to offer stilted congratulations about her ascension. Yes, it was that, everyone sort of knew that the chairman moving that way was he acknowledging her - naturally, the women directors of the company were beginning to move towards her side.Kayla idly doodled curling vines along the margins of a briefing memo, half listening to the Benefit Cosmetics executive prattle on about synergies.Normally she didn’t mind this part of her role heading the luxury beauty division. Schmoozing, strategizing, making connections - it energized her. But today it was just noise, her thoughts continuously circling back to her father and Reynold.What game was her father playing, upending succession plans on a whim? Did he actually intend for her to take over the conglomerate one day instead of the boys? And making Reynold a part of the family- even she couldn’t deny the brilliance of that chess move. Legally her husband now, no one could under
Rey leaned closer to her, “If you are not hungry for cheese or fruit. Then I'll bring meat”Kayla curled deeper into the couch cushions, gazing at Reynold helplessly as he hastily went away to bring meat.Reynold returned with a sizzling platter of steaks, the aroma filling the parlor. As they indulged in the hearty meal, laughter echoed, dancing between tales of high school escapades and quirky memories.At a time, Kayla nearly even snorted champagne through her nose. She listened intently, her eyes fixed on Rey's face, absorbing every nuance of his narrative. She marveled at the play of emotions in his eyes and the resonance of his voice.Unbeknownst to the Storyteller. Kayla's attention wandered, tracing the contours of his biceps, lingering on the broad expanse of his shoulders. She became entranced by the movement of his lips as he spoke, and the atmosphere thickened."Oh my word," she gasped in an attempt to distract herself when he almost caught her seductive gaze."I can perfe
The rich aroma of French press coffee drew Kayla from sleep. She stretched languorously and stood up, making her way to the bathroom immediately. These days, instead of the first rays of sunlight the thirst-washing aroma of Reynold's food had been doing a better job of waking her..Her head was heavy and she felt dizzy, even as she walked to the bathroom. She spent a few minutes longer than usual - because she was trying so much to remember what had happened yesterday night.After she was done she slid into a nice palazzo suit, giving her a scarlet witch elegance.As she looked into the mirror after dressing, flashes from the night before invaded her mind with no permission at all.She shut her eyes tight in shame - her mind replaying last on an endless mortifying loop - the second champagne bottle producing tell-tale giggles...her nails raking provocatively along Reynold’s inner forearm...the hunger in his eyes as she leaned in for a passionate kiss… then… what happened?There was n
The astringent scent of disinfectant couldn't mask the underlying odor of sickness permeating the hospital hallway. Reynold paused outside room 428 steadying his breathing before entering. Visiting his mother here never got easier, though her doctors remained optimistic about a full recovery post-surgery.Inside the small utilitarian room, sunlight streamed through half-open blinds highlighting his sister Tia slouched in a chair absorbed in her phone. She glanced up as Reynold entered, relief breaking across her face."Oh thank god you're here," Tia exclaimed, stretching stiff muscles as she stood. "Mom woke up about twenty minutes ago,”Reynold pressed a quick glace to his sister, his heart clenching at remnants of recently shed tears tracking her cheeks.Approaching the bed, Reynold took his mother's slender hand mindful of the IV line and pulse monitor clamped to her index finger. Her skin felt like crinkled parchment, though a hint of familiar fire still glowed in her eyes floatin
Kayla had decided to go home. It was still around 3 PM and she felt very uncomfortable doing so. Leaving all these problems and going home to be consoled with the culinary skills of her husband just did not sit well with her.She needed a solution at all cost.At all cost meant she had to go to the extreme if need be, or else if news should reach her father - things could get very dire for her. It wasn't like he was going to listen to her flimsy accusations. He would end up taking her brother's side and if she's not careful, she might loose everything.And so Kayla decided to turn to where she hated going for help.Jaw clenched, she jabbed the call button to her father’s top floor office where Hamish was currently occupying in his stead. She had to make him see reason and intervene with Tate and Sean before their business blockade became an all-out corporate coup destroying her hard won credibility.The elevator ride passed in tense silence. Upon arriving at her brother's floor, Kayla
In an instant, Reynold's strong arms were around Kayla’s enveloping her shaky frame. He didn't speak, didn't pry for explanations; he simply offered the solid warmth of his body as Kayla broke against him.She cried until no more tears would come, inarticulate with pain and rage and bone-deep weariness. And still Reynold held her close, stroking her hair, bearing silent witness to the storm's passing.When at long last her sobs dwindled to hiccuping aftershocks, Kayla dared lift her head from Reynold's tear-dampened shirt. She opened her mouth to apologize but Reynold pressed one calloused finger lightly over her lips."Sshhh, now,” he soothed. “No need to say anything until you’re ready. Let me make you some tea.”As he attempted to leave, he was held back by his slender hand clenching his.She looked up with a tender grace shining in her eyes.“Can you stay?”“...okay.” Reynold’s voice stuttered. He awkwardly turned to her. Not sure what to do next.He closed his eyes, all his body
Kayla, in a haste, threw together an outfit. She selected a professional yet elegant slate gray pantsuit, tailored to flatter her slender frame.She paired it with a silky burgundy blouse and subtle gold accessories. The sense of urgency was palpable as she fumbled with buttons and zippers, attempting to remedy her tardiness.Checking the outfit in the mirror, she felt confident and ready to tackle anything the day brought, knowing Reynold stood by her side. She hurried downstairs where her car waited, thoughts filled with optimism rather than distressRey observed from the window, a subtle smile playing on his lips as she hurriedly prepared for the day.Lei, patiently waiting outside, greeted her with a quizzical look. "Your face seems brighter today. Did something good happen? By the way, did you hear? The supplier issue miraculously resolved itself.”Kayla, with a sly smile, replied, "Yeah, something good did happen." Her words hung in the air, a subtle hint that Lei was left to de