After that incredible performance back at the conference room, Clement let Sean run the meeting while he retreated to his room but unknowning to the poor guy, Clement had no intentions of washing the beef they had down the drain.Sean took almost everything he had and until Clement managed to accomplish that… he would never be satisfied.So Clement started to think hard on what next to do. For the first time in weeks, he could feel that familiar excitement that used to thrum in his bones whenever he was taking on a new project.Being CEO was his lifelong dream but he was quickly realizing it's not all roses and picnics.Most of his time was spent stuck in meetings instead of chasing new deals and even when a new deal did fall into his lap, he had to do the schmoozing, the winning and dining until the investor's signature was on the dotted check.After the first three dinners, Clement quickly grew bored but this…now this, was thrilling!Noise downstairs caught his attention, making him
The cab driver dropped him off in front of Wendy's at exactly 8:15.As usual, the crowd was hopping on a Thursday night with bikers and stoners loitering in the corner. The can driver's eyes darted around nervously, visibly uncomfortable in this kind of setting. “Your fare is $49.99, sir.”The man's legs bounced still staring outside his window as he waited for Clement to hand over his money. Withdrawing a $100 bill from his wallet discreetly, Clement handed it over to the man with a smile. “Keep the change.”Gratitude flooded the man's features, his face lighting up. “Thank you so much, sir! Do you need me to wait up for you?”Just then a couple of the bikers started kicking around trash cans, the contents spilling out as they joked around with the tin roughly. The car gulped, fear flashing through his face.He must be having second thoughts about his offer. Clement decided to give him an out.“It's fine, you can go. I'll probably be here for a little while.” Clement waved him off,
They sat in silence for some minutes with Camille doing a poor job of not trying to gobble him up with her eyes. It was as if she could hardly believe she was seeing the same man in front of her.The last time they'd seen was three years ago, with Camila shoving her middle finger angrily at him while she strutted away. Their last encounter didn't end on good terms, which was why she was shocked to see him here, in the bar where she worked looking for her.However, if there's anything she knows is that Clement Lambert does not pay courtesy visits.“Why are you here, Clem?” She broke the silence.“Do you want anything?” Clement asked instead, ignoring her question. “Apparently, your friend Fatima said there's something called a Thursday Special, would you like that?”She places her palms flat on the table, leaning in. “What I want is for you to tell me what you're doing here?”“Would you believe me if I said I missed you?” He joked and smiled.She didn't return it. “No, I do not believe
Chloe laid her head on Sean's chest, listening to the rapid beating. It was in peaceful moments like these that she questioned everything, her mission with Amber and if she should go on with it.Inclined to believe that Sean has changed, she contemplated either coming clean to him or terminating m things with Amber.Drawing random shapes on his chest, Chloe stared out the window of the hotel they were in.Sean decided that his place was too risky for them to be seen together, in case blogs carried a picture of them around town.She wasn't ready for that either so she went along with it but now, it was getting a little tiring hopping from one hotel to the other, trying not not be seen.Sean stirred under her, the movement making her edge away for fear that she was making him uncomfortable. He groaned, pulling her back to his chest. “Hey, honey.” His voice was raspy and highly erotic.She cast her thoughts elsewhere, plastering a wide smile on her face. “Hey, yourself. Seems like you r
Unfortunately, Sean's attention was needed urgently and he had to drop off first. Then he instructed his driver to drop her off but she declined, putting him off.The last thing she needed was to be seen by people alighting from his car. Boarding a car ride, she slipped into the car undetected going on her merry way.Sean was too busy to bother with anything other than a peck on the cheeks, and a promise to call her. It wasn't even 9 am yet, but she was exhausted and needed to rest. “We're here, ma'am.” The cab driver told her, stopping a couple of blocks away from her apartment as she instructed, jolting her from her thoughts. She pulled out cash, handing it over to him to walk the rest of the way to her house.It was like any other day as she placed the key in the doorway, twisting the doorknob sideways.With a sigh, she dropped everything on the nearest flat surface without even looking up…her jacket, bag, and keys.The next thing to follow was her shoe, toeing it off immediately.
It turns out that Maeve listened to the discussion that Chloe and Luke had because since then, she's been giving Chloe the cold shoulder.Things were so bad that Maeve stopped making meals for her any longer. Her responses were one word and anything more than that had to be pried out of her.It was quite a nightmare but Chloe refused to go back on her stand. The truth, no matter how painful it was to hear is that she would never love Luke the way she loved Sean, so it was better to put him out of his misery since they were about to go public regardless.The banging at the door made her jolt, spilling lukewarm tea on her sweater. Cursing under her breath, she reached for paper towels to clean them up before they could soil her clothes. The banging came again, making her hurry towards the door.“Who is it?” She called out.“It's, me, Maeve! Open the door!” Maeve’s terrified voice yelled back.Without wasting time, Chloe jerked back to open the door and Maeve rushed in, almost toppling C
“You can't go out by this time!” Maeve tried to stop her but Chloe was hell-bent on leaving.“No offense but you can't stop me, Maeve. Now, move aside so I can pass.” Chloe tapped her feet impatiently on the floor glaring at her sister until she moved aside.It's been over a week that she'd been stuck in the house and it was getting to her. Ever since that stupid video came out, reporters and journalists have been camped outside their houses. Maeve insisted that she stay in, saying it was for her good if they didn't know that Chloe was staying there.So every morning, Maeve would brave the wild out there to go to work bringing back food items as well as any other thing Chloe might need while she stayed inside, watching the world from outside trying her best to ignore everyone.Maeve pretended to be fine but each night she came back, Chloe could see the strain on her face from fighting off different people who were harassing her and it got to her.This was all her fault, Maeve doesn't
Panting, Chloe sprinted as fast as she could running away from those men before they could get her.Then she made the worst mistake of her life, darting into an alley breathing like though she was about to faint. The men's steps slowed and even though they sounded far away, she could hear the leader yell, “She's somewhere around this joint! Find her!”Chloe plastered her body on the wall, breathing shakily. Her heart was pounding so hard, that she feared it might be heated by the men chasing her.While she was alone, she seized the opportunity to rifle through her bag, searching for anything else to be used as a weapon in addition to the things she got.Unfortunately, the only thing she saw was another can of mace that looked as though it was expired, some stale bubblegum, and a waddled-up tissue.Sighing, she brought out her phone dialing Maeve’s number, excited that she could get out of this as fast as possible. That excitement was cut short when the signal went off.No service was