Before anything else, I ordered John Dave to stop the car for me to take over the driving. His daughter needed him more than I did so I decided to take over the steering wheel. Then I shifted the point of our direction. "It's mine. And that woman back there is my secretary," I started the confession. "There's more of the story than meets the eye, dude." John Dave frowned as he looked outside the window and noticed the road we were taking was no longer the way to his apartment. I can see that he got scared, especially when he had his daughter with him. "I'm going to tell you everything once we get there. But promise me first that you will keep my secret." I added. "Do you trust me?" "Seems like you left me with no other choice, dude. But promise me you won't do anything stupid about me and my daughter, would you?" I could not help but smirk upon hearing his stuttering voice. So I assured him, "Don't worry. I am not some kind doing human trafficking or somethin
"I'm a bit busy right now, Mrs. Lincoln. We already talked the other day. So I believed we have nothing to talk about anymore." Jennie replied, her voice sounding uncomfortable. Considering her relationship with them, Jennie remained professional as she addressed them formally. She was about to slide to the mouth of the door when Mrs. Lincoln stood in the middle, forbidding her daughter to get out of the office. "It's either you come with us peacefully or I'll make sure that ungrateful bastard gets humiliated in front of the employees," she said. "better take your pick, huh, Jennie?" Jennie turned half of her face in my direction, her eyes were worried as if she was seeking refuge from me. I don't know what they discussed the other day when Jennie never mentioned anything about it, so I nodded at her. "Good, because I hate not getting what I want." Mrs. Lincoln scoffed at me. Then she dragged Jennie to the meeting room along with Mr. Lincoln. For the first fi
In the middle of my journey to my parent's place, I kept reaching out to Jennie's phone when I could barely think of one reason to answer her sudden walk out. "Please, answer the call, Jennie. Even if you are simply my secretary, I'm still worried about you, you know? So, please, for once in your life, get your phone and pick up the call." Unfortunately, even after a few attempts of reaching out to her digits, my calls kept pushing through her mailbox. Until everything on my phone screen turned dark as I ran out of battery. I didn't want to think something bad could have happened to Jennie, so I focused on the matter at hand. She had her problems, I know, but I have mine too - meeting my parents. They just got back from their out-of-the-country business trip. Mom has been sending me messages non-stop, but I was too busy to give her at least one. Not showing my face to them was like asking for a death wish, especially when Dad and I still had unfinished business t
"My son's right, guys." Dad agreed, not because he wanted to, but because he was left with no other choice unless he was willing to tell them the truth. But that would be the last thing he wanted to hear. So he added, "Talking to them won't give us any benefits. Even if the Lincolns managed to find someone naive to invest in their dying corporation, they won't last long, right, son?" "Of course, Dad!" the same thing happened to Dad, he was also putting me in a tough spot. "But we better get started now. It's getting dark already." In the middle of the game, Dad and Mom kept on cheering for me, especially when I impressed everyone with how good I was at hitting golf balls. The game lasted three hours and everyone was enjoying it as far as I could see from their faces. It has been a tiring day so we decided to have meals together when they all want to know more about me. We are dining in one of Dad's five-star restaurants a few meters away from the golf course.
"Thank you for the proposal, Mr. Cedrick, but I think that won't be necessary. I can find a decent job on my own without seeking someone's back." After letting out those upfront words, I returned his business car and evacuated the toilet room at the speed of light. Clark shouted at me, asking about my contact numbers and address but I never returned. Even a fool would not give his or her information from a bastard. All my friends in college, apart from John Dave are alike. However, instead of running away, I hid myself behind the large ceramic jar with a living plant in it, not far away from our table. Dad and his business partners are still busy talking about business. Then I reached out to Mom. She scanned everyone's faces before she adjusted her body, turned away from Dad, and answered the call. She even lowered her head to make sure Dad couldn't notice. "Where are you right now, Zach? Aren't you coming back?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper from
Twenty minutes ago. My heart raced as I stepped through the doors of the nightclub, the thumping bass of the music reverberating through my chest. The neon lights and swirling dance floor created a mesmerizing, almost surreal environment. It was my first time stepping foot into a nightclub, and I couldn't lie to myself that I was still too ignorant and innocent in these kinds of places. Seeing the neon lights excites me. And the feeling was intertwined with excitement and apprehension. So I quickly scanned the crowded room, searching for Jennie's familiar figure amongst the sea of dancing bodies. Drunk men and women swayed and stumbled around me, their laughter and conversations blending with the pulsing music. The pungent smell of alcohol and sweat hung heavy in the air, making it difficult for me to catch my breath. So I covered my nose and mouth with my hands to at least minimize inhaling the pungent smell - so I could breathe properly. Then I pushed throu
Before Jennie could see me in this ridiculous situation, I flushed back to the bathroom to look for something to cover my naked body. And of course, to put an end to my hard d*ck. Gladly, I found a bathrobe in one of the closets. I'm not that comfortable wearing it as it was only intended for wealthy people, but I was left with no other choice if I didn't want to get naked for the rest of the evening. I didn't want Jennie to get the wrong idea about me - a pervert, which was certainly not my forte. Then I stayed there for a few minutes and waited for my hard d*ck to subside. Ten minutes later, I went to the living room and plummeted to the couch. Even forced myself to close my eyes without even thinking about what happened. "God damn it, Zachary! What were you thinking, huh?" I could not help but utter profanity as I looked at my overripe tomato face in the mirror. "Do you think I started to have feelings for Ms. Jennie now?" I replied to my question. "I mean, I
"I'm not that fool enough not to apprehend the situation, John Dave," I replied, my sharp and profound stares fixed on his father-in-law. "And I heard everything. So for your daughter's sake, get up on your knees before I change my mind." His father-in-law scoffed and pouted in disbelief. Then he crossed his arms around his chest as if he was contesting and provoking me even further. John Dave, on the other hand, was having a hard time deciding which side he was going to follow, I can tell. He did not stand up as I told him. Neither did stop his father-in-law now that I showed up. "Perhaps your parents did not teach you good manners and right conduct, did they? Mind your own business if I were you, young man," he replied. His sharp remarks penetrated the deepest part of my bones like a stage cancer, crawling every fiber of my muscles. And I could not help but ask myself why there were people born heartless and ruthless. Parents and in-laws were supposed to b