Kraig's jaw tightened, around the same time that his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes turned dark. He had a visible frown on his face as he searched his brain for any other possible translation to what had just been told to him. He was unable to understand, to grasp the meaning of what was being said. Or perhaps he understood perfectly, but what he was finding hard to do was accept that this was the reality. He was finding it hard to accept that Tabitha was the person they all had assumed she was.Truthfully, he had been hoping that they had been wrong. He had prayed that she was different. She was enchanting; she had managed to sneak into his heart and provoke some kind of affection for herself. She got past his defenses, especially since he was in a very vulnerable state.It was quite a shame that she wasn't different. That she was exactly who they thought she was. That she was a horrible person.Still, he didn't want to believe it."It can't be, what you're telling me cannot be," he
It definitely wasn't love, but it was inching towards it. He was fascinated by her, in love with the idea that she was different from any other woman. And also, he thought of the list.If she made sure his name was on the top level, was it mainly because of business or was there something else?He was being delusional, and he knew it, but he couldn't help himself. He had been trying so hard to not indulge in this idea; he had been trying to focus on something else, to not believe that he was feeling a certain way about her. He wanted nothing to do with her in that manner, and it made him feel very unsettled that she looked so calm about it.As if this had been her plan all along.Kraig opened his mouth to say something, but before his voice could be heard, Tabitha already began to make his way closer to him.The closer she got, the more he got frightened. He got so scared that he would back away from her slowly. He was no doubt scared that this was going to result in something he didn
Juan looked at the man before him with curious eyes. He didn't know what to say; he knew damn well that Tabitha was young, only a few years or even a year older than he was. However, regarding how big her organization was, then she was surely not a child, but the derogatory tone in his voice made Juan wonder if he was talking about her age or her work. He was confused, but he also realized that if he was even talking about either, it meant that he was bigger than her. Surely, he had maybe a decade on her, but regarding her work, well, Juan could say that he didn't know anything about Carlos. He had never heard of Ferreras. So he could tell that this man was more talk than action because if he really was what he seemed, what he was about to claim to be, then he should be a big deal, one that had been heard about far and wide. But there was none. Juan didn't know, never heard of him, and wasn't even remotely interested. "I don't know what you're talking about," Juan said. He said t
Kraig took in a deep breath. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to her, and it wasn't because he had slept with someone else, but because he had totally given up on whatever the two of them used to have. Though he wanted to understand that she was mentally not in a good place, that was not a reason to treat him like that. No matter how hard he tried to reach out, the space he had given her, she still didn't want him. She still played with his feelings. He loved her, but he was just not ready to deal with her. And truthfully, he didn't think he would ever be ready for such. She was just making it too hard for him. Kraig didn't move like how he would do normally; as he turned around and saw her, he remained in that position, his facial expression changing into one that was unreadable to her. Seeing this action of his, she realized that he may still harbor some resentments regarding what happened between them. But it wasn't her fault. Though what she had been through wasn't someth
Kraig put his phone back into his pocket. He didn't want to talk to her. He had just walked away from Wynn, and although their conversation had not been anything pleasurable, regardless, it happened. There was no good understanding, no clear-cut definition about the kind of relationship that existed between them. The only information he had regarding their friendship was basically the information he told her last night, saying that she was in a relationship with Juan. Well, that meant the two of them, Kraig and Wynn, were no longer together. Their relationship that had developed from a friendship so strong that it was able to shake the earth had come to an end. Now, all that was left was misunderstanding and the need to clear out the air. To make sure that both of them got the message loud and clear. Having made such a decision, he realized that in the deepest part of his heart, this wasn't the reality he wanted; this wasn't what he was after. All he wanted for himself was happine
Jade had run so fast that she didn't see Wynn standing there by the door. She had overheard their conversation. She hated the fact that Kraig did not come to her to confide in her, but rather he had gone to Jade. She understood the reason why Jade had to know, but something in her wanted him to come to her first.But he didn't.Rather, they had argued, talked against each other, and eventually ended up hurting each other by their words.However, after coming across this knowledge that his frustration had not been just from talking to her, she felt rather hopeful. She felt that maybe with her presence, he was going to feel better.She wanted to make him feel better. She wanted to make him smile.This must be how he felt when she was raped.Her heart fell.He had such pure emotions in his heart for her, but all she did was push him away regardless of whether or not she wasn't in a place where she was rational. The only thing that she should've possessed then was kindness, but she had no
The cafe was bustling with people; it was normalcy considering it was the hour when office workers were expected to be on break. This hour was the best for this particular cafe, sitting singularly in the middle of four tall buildings.Well, not entirely in the middle; there were two buildings on both sides and another right in front of it, and then there was another only a few blocks across.Other than being the only available coffee place, which was a wonder for everyone visiting, they served not just the best but also the cheapest coffee with good customer service.If there ever was going to be competition, it would be relatively hard to take customers from here.Christian and Daniel were part of the people that filled the small coffee shop. Daniel couldn't be more repulsed by the color. He understood that the concept, the idea, was that the coffee place was filled with warmth, beauty, and great service, but he didn't like the fact that it was painted with such a controversial color
Christian looked at the profile intensely; he found the address, but unfortunately, it wasn't an address from here."This is from another country," he said to Daniel."Why don't we look up the address; surely there may be something about it."Christian agreed, and then he did just that. He typed in the address to be searched, and then a picture of a house shows up, a small house, and it looked to be situated in a very broken-down neighborhood.Christian showed it to Daniel who rolled his eyes, "don't tell me that she's trying to cook up a story that she came from a poor background."Christian shrugged, "the mother is dead, but there's no record of the father.""No record?" Daniel asked again."This fake profile shouldn't have this many holes in it; do you think it's fake?"Daniel doesn't say anything; what Christian assumed was the truth actually, it was surprising for a fake profile to have this many holes in it. Normally, everything was perfect, but having no record of the father an