“Sir, the board meeting is today.” His secretary reminded Aaron, who had a deadline to meet with. “I need a minute, have the hall prepped, I'll be there in five.” He ordered as he continued to type away on his system. Aaron glanced at his secretary and noticed how disheveled she looked.“Are you alright?” He inquired from his secretary, who looked like she lost a few pounds overnight. “I will be, sir.” She replied that her steps were weak, but she did good, I'm concealing it. Aaron never blurred the lines between his work ethic and the personal lives of his workers. He sighed and, with a shrug of his shoulder, typed away.“Sorry for being late, I apologize.” He announced his entrance with his apology. “Ariel.” He beckoned on his secretary to start the briefing, but she remained seated, staring into space. “Ariel!” He called her again, and with a jolt, she quickly stood on her feet and projected the screen towards his direction.Aaron was halfway in his speech when he heard a loud th
“You live here?” Lucas stared at the dreadful, minuscule space with cracked holes. “The streets are still very much available.” She retorted, shutting him and his complaints. Lucas did not need to be told that Anna had changed, he witnessed it. The way she spoke, and her demeanor, exuded it.“What happened to you?” He found himself asking. The once upon a time, naive and penetrable Anna that fell for him at first sight, was nonexistent, gone. “I died.” She replied. “You've got to be joking.” He chuckled at her sense of humor, but her dead stare was all he needed to wipe off the smile on his face. Lucas, grateful that he had a place to rest his head, said no more or tried to engage in a conversation with Helen again as he made himself comfortable in her doll—sized bedroom.“There are some Doritos and Oreos in the cupboard, I suggest you go grocery shopping, it's been a while since I came home” She stared at the strand of cobweb at the doorway and Lucas did the same. He expected her
Anna had done it again. Why did she have to be this gullible after her ordeal with this ass of a man? But if she was being sincere with herself, the sex was good. The mood was set, and the alcohol was in its right proportion. This was a drunken mistake.“Have a good night.” She put on her clothing, making do with her ripped-off undergarments. Unashamed by the scar, she showcased its hideous face. “How dare you?” He spat out at her, retrieving back. He was seething with rage, exactly what she wanted. The smug look he held earlier was left, in its wake, fury.“No, how dare you!.” She retorted. “Out of all the eligible and elitist women in Kingston, you chose me to prey on. All for the money, huh? You came for the money, so removing your unwanted seed should not be a problem.” Anna saw death and had a tug of war with its cold essence. Nothing made her more at a loss for words than what this hag of a man was trying to do.“Oh, before I forget, let's learn to keep our hands to ourselves
Aaron's sex appeal had to be considered the best according to Helen's perspective. His taut muscles, his well-sculpted face and hands that looked like they could outweigh the weight of the world, and let's not forget his wet hair that hung on his face like a second skin. He had her mouth watering for a taste of his lips on hers. Damn, Aaron looked like a nice dose of sex on the beach. “Don't stare too hard, I can tell you for a fact that he wasn't this hot. He just moved with the grandeur.” Anna teased, she caught Helen ogling Aaron, with her mouth slightly wide open. Defending herself from this sweet crime, felt senile. “Food is ready,” Anna announced in her signature sing-song voice, which garnered her a stare-down from Aaron. “What?” She mouthed to him, he had to hide his disdain for her sudden switch in characters until she clicked in again and went rabid on them. “I don't trust her.” He mouthed back. Truth be told, Helen did not trust the charade she displayed, but it was
Anna dressed for work, after a year of absence and three months of being bedridden, she was faced with different emotions all coming to her at once. Dressed in her beige attire and her pistol safely tucked in its unpredictable hiding spot in her pants, her heels clanked loudly on the floor as she announced her presence with her appearance.“Goodness, ma'am, you look breathtakingly rogue.” Emily whistled in appreciation before handing her her usual dose of coffee. “Thank you.” She held its warmth in her grasp before sipping from it. “Now, I feel alive.” She cooed at the cup of coffee like it answered all her questions for the day. Helen enjoying her cup of coffee was disrupted by Anna, whose presence and aura were always calm before a raging storm.“My, where are you headed to?” She inquired from Anna, waiting for her cup of coffee from Emily, who took her time making a cup for her. “Oh, I'm headed to work,” Helen replied with a sweet smile. Aaron walked in, in all his handsome glo
Anna chewed on her nails, antsy and restless that her plans went southward. It was obvious that the two saw through her facade and did not believe her charade. “Where the fuck is my coffee?” She growled at Emily who hurriedly offered her what she wanted. Now, this was precisely what she wanted. Someone who quickly did her bindings without hesitation.The bitter taste of the coffee nearly choked her. “Wtf!” She yelled. The little girl did that on purpose. Helen, enraged, threw the glass on the wall. It took her every ounce of self-control she possessed not to bash her head on the wall. “Emily darling.” She stared, as Emily walked towards where she stood, unafraid of what was going to become of her. “I guess you don't like me much?” She questioned Emily, who decided to put up a bold front instead of scurrying away.“No, I don't. Stay away from the lady of the house and my boss. You are even ---” Emily did not get to complete her sentence before Anna descended on her with all the pen
“She has some broken ribs and a red eye, which is medically diagnosed in two ways. A fall from a high place, or the former.” Doctor Miller spoke, as she examined Emily thoroughly in the confines of her room, with both Anna and Helen in attendance. Anna looked like she could cry a river as she wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Emily, are you sure you fell?” The doctor asked in disbelief.Yes, Doctor Miller voiced Helen's assertion. Anna could be the culprit, but nothing was certain unless Emily spoke out. What was she scared of? “I fell.” Emily refused to change her narrative, leaving them with nothing to work with. “I'll prescribe pain relief medicine and a good night's rest. Be careful when you walk on the staircase, the Churchill mansion can be a lot.” Dr. Miller tried to defuse the tension in the room with some comic relief.“Is she alright, doctor?” Aaron inquired from Doctor Miller, who drew him to the side, away from listening ears. Helen returned to Emily's room, her
Anna could barely sleep a wink, tossing and turning on the bed, she put on her see—through nightwear and headed to the kitchen for a late-night snack. The intention was not to take out her aggression on the little girl, but at the same time, had no regret whatsoever for her actions. The barroom stood slightly opened, which caused her to retrace her steps and head towards its direction.Aaron and Helen were inches from tearing their clothes apart, a scene she most definitely did not want to witness. Her intrusion was noticed as Helen gave her a stare-down from head to toe. Grateful for her attire that came in handy, at the right time. “Are you hungry?” Helen asked Anna who only wanted Aaron's attention at this point. He kept his poise and stare fixated on Helen, who looked hot and bothered just by merely looking at her. “How is she?” She evaded her question, not in the mood to wine and dine with the enemy. “She'll be fine. Dr. Miller instructed bed rest, and that is what she will