“Dad, please listen to me,” Ingrid Junior pleaded from where he stood behind his dad watching him pack.Mr. Ingrid paused, pushing everything on the table to the ground, “You idiot, this is all your fault, see what you have caused. Are you happy now?”Ingrid Junior sighed in exhaustion, although he knew his decision to sell the firm was reckless he couldn't say he regretted the decision. It has always been something he planned and has always hated how his father imposed the firm on him.“Think of it as an early retirement Dad,” he took a hesitant step forward, “You should have retired long ago if not for your stubbornness,’’ he added.Mr. Ingrid met his son's gaze, his lips curled in annoyance, “Keep the hell shut you ingrate. After everything I've done for you, if you didn't want the firm I wasn't complaining about running it all by myself.”“But_,” Ingrid junior started.“And who the hell said I needed a retirement, I was fine just the way I was, I was doing just fine.” Mr. Ingrid s
Keith approached the large building with Camila's arm latched around his as he led her into his house. He was damn delighted to have a place he could call his own and that he no longer had to live in a hotel room anymore. He glanced down at Camila whose eyes were trained on the path ahead with her eyes bright like a kid presented with her favorite candy, he moved his gaze to their joined hands and his heart warmed with satisfaction.“I'm so excited,” Camila squeaked, lightly brushing her shoulder with his as they moved down the path, the mare contact caused Keith's stomach to tighten.Keith rolled his eyes, “And you call me overly dramatic when you are here overreacting about a house you have already seen countless times.”Camila huffed in annoyance, tilting her head back to glare at him. “You are so annoying when you run your mouth, Keith. Jeez, you don't have to ruin it for me, I'm just trying to raise the eagerness and thrill.”Keith untangled their hands and sneaked his hand aroun
The bedrooms were just as grand as the whole place but what caught Keith's attention the most was the master bedroom, the king-sized bed was covered in fluffy pillows on top of embroidered covers, the wardrobe was large, and the floor was adorned with a soft dark colored rug. “And this automatically becomes my favorite room,” Keith said, breaking the tense silence. He twirled around to look at Camila and found her standing by the doorway, she hadn't spoken a word since his comment in the kitchen. “Don't just stand there, Camila. I'm sure this will be your favorite room too.” Keith stilled in his track to make eye contact with her ocean-blue orbs.“Really, Keith stop teasing,” Camila screeched in mock annoyance.Keith rolled his eyes and began moving towards her, closing the gap between them and when he finally got in front of her he reached for her arm and tugged her into the room. “Why are you acting all shy now?”Camila shrugged his arm off and gently pushed past me and plod over t
Camila felt as though the world had stopped spinning and was now standing still when his lips finally met hers again. The flutter in her heart grew with intensity, relishing how soft and warm his lips felt against hers. Her eyes remained tightly shut afraid that when she opened them all this would be a dream and it would be over, so she kept them tightly shut to avoid any distraction, while she kept her hands clenched on her lap, hesitant to reach out to him afraid she would be met with nothing and it would ruin the perfect daze. This was not her first kiss and yet the moment felt sacred and she felt the desperate need to savor and treasure the moment in every bit of it. She had long imagined how it would feel to kiss Keith, it had never really been her intention to want this type of relationship with him but very slowly he had crept under her skin, so far that she no longer knew how to push him away anymore. Soon she began noticing him more than usual, the gaze held became longer an
Keith walked into his new company smiling like someone who had just found treasure at the end of a rainbow. He looked stunning in his dark blue three piece suit, his hair gelled back and looking shiny with a few curls peeking out of the slicked back hair. The smile he had on his face was so wide it was almost stretching to reach his ears and big enough for anyone to notice. As he walked in, the people around threw glances in his direction and bowed respectfully when he passed their fronts. The long walk was disrupted when Keith glanced up the stairs he was just about to climb and saw Mr. Kevin at the top of the stairs approaching him. Keith paused his movement to watch Mr. Kevin as he came, he studied the old man's expression and could not resist the urge to exhale in relief when he studied Mr. Kevin's face to see no sign of distress or worry. Not that he was expecting there to be trouble but most times when Mr. Kevin needed his attention it was usually to report something not going
Mr. Marlow immediately paled and blanched, his jaw clenched tighter together and his eyes darkened in anger then the moment he tried to lunge forward at Keith, but he was quickly held back by John who immediately got between the two men and placing a hand on Mr. Malcom's chest to keep him back. Keith raised a brow at the old man, his eyes narrowed in a challenge. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but Mr. Malcom, it seems like you are interested in creating a scene.”Mr. Marlow opened his mouth to say something but John was quicker and chipped in instead, “No, Mr. Thompson, I can assure you that Mr. Marlow had no intention to make such actions, right Mr. Malcolm?” John said the latter part of the sentence through gritted teeth, narrowing his gaze as if to pass a message to him. But Mr. Marlow stood gallant, with anger written all over his face and hands clenched in a tight fist his knuckles turning white. “Get out of my way, John.”John's eyes widened seeing his tactic was not working so he
Sheila bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, her face was scrunched up into a worried frown and her eyes wide and looking around the room frantically. She glanced at the blank screen of her phone screen lying on her bed, she had been holding it minutes ago while she was on a call with Frank who had put her in this tense mood when he told her over the phone that he had big news for her and from the tone of his voice, Sheila suspected the big news wasn't a happy news. She glanced nervously at the door expecting it to be pushed open any moment from now but the more seconds the door stayed closed the more her anxiety grew. These days for her and her family have not been too good, although they have seen worse days but the days were mostly always sullen and oddly too quiet. Her father was on the brink of losing everything, and it got so bad that they had to relieve some of the workers from their jobs earlier today because her family's financial issues were that bad. But She
Keith had learned to be self reliant and fend for himself from a young age. Yes, his family was financially buoyant but they had been lacking in more ways than it could be counted. He couldn't remember much about the times he spent with his parents but he would never forget the irreplaceable hole in his heart they caused with their absence. His parents had been busy people, always going from one business meeting to another, and rarely spent time at home, so they would leave Keith all alone in the big house. Of course, he had the company of the workers and his nanny but none could ever make up for their absence. He remembered those days when his nanny took him to the playground and he would always go home crying after he watched other children with their parents and that made his wounds sting painfully. He could remember when his nanny would try to pacify him and make excuses for his parents’ absence but he was sure of one thing, that nothing his nanny could ever tell him could ever l