“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
Keith and Camila came back home and Camila was so tired.“I'm really tired, Keith,” she grumbled, sitting on the bed.“Of course you're tired. You've been jumping around since morning. So, it's expected for you to be tired,” Keith said, holding Camila's legs. “I'll give you a foot massage.”“I would love that. Thank you,” Camila said, lying on the bed comfortably while Keith massaged her feet.“That's good Keith. Please keep up with the good work. I didn't know you knew how to do this stuff,” Camila said, enjoying her massage.“Don't come to me next time because I won't be able to do this for you next time,” Keith joked.“I'll surely come next time and you'll not be able to refuse me. Keith chuckled at what Camila had said. He knew she was telling the truth. He was still going to massage her foot if she ever came again. There was no way he was going to refuse her. When he turned back to look at her, she was already sleeping. He chuckled, keeping her leg quietly, then stood up and kept
Camila woke up and found out that Keith wasn't by her side. She touched his side of his bed and found out it was cold which meant he had left long ago. She became confused and got up from the bed.“Keith!” She called but got no answer. She furrowed her eyes checking the bathroom but he wasn't there, so she left the room. “Keith!” She called again and got no answer so she went downstairs and heard some noise in the kitchen, she turned and walked straight to the kitchen and saw Keith standing there wearing an apron. “What are you doing?” She asked, making him jump.“Oh God! Camila, you almost scared me to death,” he said, holding his chest.“Sorry. Good morning. I woke up and didn't see you, so I became worried,” she said, going close to him.“So, you missed me?” Keith asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.“You wish,” she joked, looking round the kitchen. “So, what are you making?” She asked.“I was supposed to surprise you with breakfast in bed but since you're already here, you'll just
Sheila was going downstairs when she met Abraham's annoying assistant. He was just staring at her. Gosh, she hated this man.“What are you staring at? Could you get lost. Do not spoil my day with your presence,” she said, hitting his shoulder while passing. “Fool,” she muttered as the assistant just turned to watch her with a grin expression. She went downstairs to see Abraham already seated eating his food. She didn't even spare him a glance. She sat far away from him.“Still angry about last night, Sheila love?” Abraham asked, smiling sweetly which made Sheila's stomach twist. She hated it when he smiled like that.“This man is really a sick bastard,” she thought. “You should know last night wasn't my fault. It was all on you. You always get on my nerves. I've always told you that your stubbornness could get you killed but you wouldn't listen. Just be a good girl and make me happy by doing as I say and nothing would happen to you but you think doing your thing your way is better wh
“Tell Abraham that whatever…“How about you tell him yourself,” Sheila said, cutting Camila off.“What?” Camila asked, confused.“Whatever nonsense you would like to say, tell him yourself because I would walk up to Keith if I wanted to tell him something. I'm not your errand girl,” Sheila said.“Don't you ever go anywhere near Keith,” Camila growled.“You don't get to tell me what and what not to do and next time refrain from wasting my precious time,” Sheila said walking away, while Camila folded her fist. “Ha! Take that bitch,” Sheila said, walking around for what to shop. When she was done shopping, she went to the counter, checked in the things she bought and paid for them signaling the guard that came with her to carry them to the car with a smile on her face. “Please be careful with them. I wouldn't want any of them to get spoiled. While you're at it, why don't you excuse me. I'll just use the ladies room and be back in a few seconds,” she said, not waiting for them to say anyt