“I just realized that neither of us told Mrs. Genevieve about the incident that happened.”Keith opened his mouth to say ‘Really, is that all that got you this worried,’’ but his mouth remained tightly shut and the color in his face drained down. “Oh shit, you didn't tell her too? I thought you would tell her.” Camila shook her head, “At first I thought you would also tell her but then I just thought we should not worry her and then I completely forgot about it,” she explained.“She is so gonna make it a big deal,” Keith groaned, slapping his palm over his face. “We should be more worried about breaking the news to her,” Camila pointed out thoughtfully.“It can't be me, she hates me. And beside she would forgive you for anything,” he said quickly, immediately shifting the responsibility to her.Camila rolled her eyes at his tactics and accompanied it with a scoff, “You know Mrs. Genevieve does not hate you and she is nowhere close to hating you, so you better put up your big boy pa
“Hey, Keith, what's wrong?” Camila's worried voice snapped Keith out his deep thoughts and he took his attention to both women before him watching as they watched him with questions. He opened his mouth to reply but Mrs. Genevieve was much faster than he could have imagined,“What happened to your face? You look like you just witnessed someone take Camila away from you,” Mrs. Genevieve teased and smirked, “You don't have to worry though, I truly have no intention of taking her away from you but if she wants to I would not say no.”Camila chuckled and Keith simply shook his head with an eye roll. Mrs. Genevieve was quite the character. He glanced at Camila and their gaze for a brief second, and he flashed her a grateful smile that communicated ‘nice save' but although that was settled it still does not solve the issue of who would be breaking the news to Mrs. Genevieve. “I can see that you guys weren't as hungry as I thought,” Mrs. Genevieve said, picking up her cup from the table an
“Come in, Sheila,”She froze with her eyes wide open, knowing that nothing good would come if she delayed him and so she forced her feets to move. She pulled the door open and stepped into the room,“I'm giving you just one more chance. You mess it up and I will fucking kill you,” Abraham threatened with his expression dead serious.Sheila stayed rooted to the spot and gulped down nervously. What the hell had she done wrong this time?“Are you listening?” Abraham growled out, making Sheila nod her head repeatedly. “Good,” Abraham said, giving her a small smile. “It isn't so hard being such a good girl.Sheila clenched her fist but yet she didn't let out her emotions so as to not make Abraham angry. She couldn't believe she could be this scared of someone. She missed when she had control over someone. She missed the feeling of fear and terror she inflicted on people and here she was, being scared of this man. She really missed the old Sheila Hockings and her father was right. She had t
Keith really had a long day. It was really stressful plus Mrs Genevieve had to be a pain in the neck. She was just complaining and throwing insults his way, while Camila secretly enjoyed it, pretending to feel bad for him. She was supposed to be by his side but she decided to stand by that old woman's side. He really had a lot going on in his head. “A penny for your thoughts, Thompson,” Camila said, sitting next to Keith. “Of course you would want to know what I'm thinking,” Keith muttered, not looking at Camila. *What's that supposed to mean?” Camila asked with a frown etched in her face. “You know what I mean,” Keith stated. “Are you still mad about the whole Mrs Genevieve incident? Come-on Keith. This isn't a time to be a big baby. You really need to grow up,” Camila said, while Keith scoffed. “Unbelievable. So, me being jealous that my woman wants to spend time with some old lady and not me is me being childish? Keith asked, narrowing his eyes at Camila. “Yes, it is.
“Dear!” Mrs Hockings called quietly, moving close to her husband. He was not even paying attention to her. His eyes were fixated on his phone and he had an angry look on his face. Mrs Hockings gulped down nervously. She knew this was a suicide mission, but she had to try. She wanted to know what happened at Abraham Corner’s house when they went over for dinner. She called Sheila and asked about it but Sheila was displeased with her and asked her to drop it saying her father would be furious if she brought it up. Only her husband could tell her but it seems he's in a very bad mood. All this won't be happening if this father and daughter duo always tells her what was going on. They always leave her in the dark and by the time she's found out about it, it's already too late.“Dear!” She called again.“What is it, woman?” Mr. Hockings shouted, making Mrs Hockings jump out of fear. “Can't someone have peace and quiet in this house?” He grumbled, before looking at his wife. “What do you wan
Keith could not believe he was standing in front of a fashion house. He had so many important and meaningful things he wanted to do and this did not come close to any of them.“Come on. Why are you just standing and staring?” Camila asked, dragging him inside. Camila saw a dress online and wanted the designer to make the dress exactly for her. Keith tried to convince her to buy a dress for the end of the year business meeting but she insisted on this particular dress. Women and their problems and as if it wasn't enough, she forced him into following her and now here they are. At least, she was no longer scared coming out and she was doing it on her own free will without anybody forcing her.“Good afternoon sir, ma. Welcome. How may we be of service to you?” An attendant asked with a smile as Camila reciprocated it, while Keith looked bored. The attendant didn't even spare Keith a glance as she focused on Camila with a smile on her face.“I'm here to see madam Rosan,” Camila said, wit
Sheila came down dressed in a pink gown. She looked beautiful with the smiles adorning her face. Abraham just looked at her with no expression on her face. He stood up dusting the imaginary dust from his suit.“If you're done, we can leave now,” he said walking away, making Sheila frown.“You know you could have at least complimented me,” she said, glaring at the back of his head. Abraham pretended not to hear her.“Hasten up. We can't afford to be late,” he said, leaving behind and entering the car.“What a man. No romantic bone in his body,”Sheila muttered, entering the car.They reached a place which looked like an underground. Sheila was confused. “Why did he bring me here?” She thought as many thoughts were going through her mind. “Does he want to kill me and throw my body in a place no one would find it?” She thought.“No, I do not want to kill you. Even if I did, I would not spend my money to make you look like this,” he said, looking at her thoroughly and amused. Sheila's eyes
“Come on, love. Let's find you a seat,” Abraham said, smiling, holding Sheila on her waist.“How are you so good at pretending and lying?” Sheila whispered.“I'm excellent and good at what I do and I do not wear my emotions on my sleeves,” Abraham bragged. Sheila rolled her eyes. She noticed she always seemed to be rolling her eyes whenever she was with Abraham.“I don't think I have the patience to sit with these old boring people. I might actually go crazy,” Sheila said.“Don't worry. You'll survive just fine,” Abraham said, guiding Sheila to her seat. Sheila was expecting Abraham to open her seat for her but he just left her and sat on his chair.“What a narcissist man. To think he was playing romantic,” she thought, sitting on her chair. Sheila sat down and watched them talk about boring stuff that didn't interest her. She decided she needed a drink or she was going to go crazy. She was about to stand up when Abraham stopped her.“Where to?” He asked, raising his brows up.“I need