"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
Twenty minutes later, everyone evacuated the meeting room. I felt at ease when the temperature of the room began to get cold again. The outcome of the meeting wasn't the way I expected it to happen but I need to make an excuse for them not to ask me further questions. "Is everything alright, Mr. Fisher?" Jennie asked the second she stepped foot into the meeting room. "Did something happen earlier?" "My guess is..." I heaved an abrupt sigh of dismay as I tried to compose the right words to her inquiry. "Everything happened so fast at the meeting. It turned out that I have learned to forgive and move on." "You let them go after everything they did to you?" Jennie debated before she slid a piece of paper which I assumed was the result of John Dave's interview. I looked into it but I couldn't make at least one comment because my undivided attention was still fixed on the case. Jennie was right. I was supposed not to forgive them for saying bad words to me, let alone,
"Baby, I'm so sorry if this is the only way to get you out of the family," I uttered, my tears started streaming down my face. "I've missed you so much, did you know that? How have you been? Did anyone in that evil family hurt you, huh?" Only God knows I was too over the moon the moment I saw his innocent face and started to sense the warmth of my son's body. His innocent smell never changed. He smells like an angel with no trace of wickedness. Finally, my son and I were reunited after being not able to see each other for weeks. And with just one touch of his warm skin, all the sorrows and pains disappeared in the blink of an eye. He erased everything that bothers me. "What are we going to do now, baby?" I asked again as soon as I set him on the seat next to me. Looking a the glass wall across from me, I immediately thought of the best thing to do before I could start the engine of the car. I decided to buckle my seatbelt and adjust the mirrors properly. When I
In the middle of my journey back to the condo, I reached out to Jennie to talk about my deal with Mrs. Lincoln. The time was already a quarter before three in the afternoon. She was supposed to be out of the office by five but I have an urgent matter to discuss with her. So I decided to reach out to her. "Can you come to my place?" I asked. Even though I sounded uncomfortable mentioning my place, knowing it was where the kiss happened, I was left with no other choice. There is no other place apart from my condo that is safe where we could discuss the investment withdrawal. So I set aside my pride and planned to get to the bottom of it because I was too scared. Too scared for my son's safety. "You mean right now?" Jennie asked back. "Yes, right now," I replied. "Just leave any pending work you have in the office. Or you can bring them to my place. John Dave and Mr. Randolph might be joining us at the urgent meeting as well." After the call ended, I stepp
Before Jennie could answer the question, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang. I looked at the screen and found out the call came from Mom. I rose from my seat and slid into the corner, far enough that Jennie couldn't hear her voice. "Yes, Mom? What's up? Did something happen?" I asked, my voice calm and barely above a whisper. Luckily, Jennie's attention was focused on those shopping bags next to John Dave. She started a conversation with her. I felt at ease. "Honey, just want to inform you that my grandson was done with his dinner. And guess what? He keeps on smiling at me right now. He's so adorable, isn't he?" Mom replied. "Couldn't agree more, Mom. He inherited that from me, I guess." I couldn't help but curve the corners of my lips when I felt at ease someone from the family took the initiative to feed him. "When are you coming home, by the way? Your Dad wants to talk to you." Mom said. Hints of profoundness were marked in her voice. "Sorry, but I ha