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
Kraig could not take his eyes off her. He stared at her so intensely, waiting for her to join him where he stood. As he watched her walk towards him, memories of the two of them tangled in bed, covered in each other's sweat, swept through him. He felt as if he were doused with warm water, provoking every illicit thought that had ever crossed his mind.However, as if he were invisible, as if they had not just done something that should alter the relationship between them, Tabitha just walked into a room, showing no form of acquaintance between them. Showing no regard and no respect for their relationship.Kraig's heart fell; he had not been paying attention to the room she walked into; his focus had been only on her. On her expression, her eyes, her clothes, on the way she walked and how her hips moved so sensually that every part of his body reacted to it.Kraig shook his head; the way she had shown no regard made him wonder if he had imagined her presence, that she was not actually t
Kraig looked around the room. It never occurred to him that these women were acquainted with each other. He suddenly felt like an idiot. He had gone around the hospital searching for the woman he had seen. Though all evidence made it seem as if he had imagined her, he knew damn well that that image was too clear, too real to have been simply imagined, so he went in search.This ward, this place next to this woman was the last place he thought she would be. He had come here in search of Carolene to inform her that Jade was already out of the operation ward.He had had a talk with the doctor and was told that Jade wasn't in any danger. The bullet had gone through her shoulder. There weren't any notable injuries, nothing really malignant. He wanted to tell Carolene those things, but upon seeing Tabitha in there, he was surprised, taken aback, unable to understand what the relationship was.However, seeing as Tabitha just stood on a spot, with her fingers wrapped around her bag, looking p