When Mr. Kevin had called Keith back it was around three in the afternoon while he had been trying to sort out some paperwork and plan his schedule, something to get his mind off the boiling rage he could still feel from the pit of his belly. “Good afternoon Keith. Sorry, I'm calling late.” Mr. Kevin said with a nervous chuckle.Keith dropped the papers he had been holding and pushed up to his feet, reaching for the glass of wine lying at the center of his messy work table. “Afternoon, I believe you are calling because you have something important to say.”Mr. Kevin gulped down nervously at the other end, he could still feel the anger coming from his boss's voice and he muttered a silent prayer that he wouldn't say anything to annoy him further. “Yes si_ I mean Keith. The purchase of the firm was a success and it's now yours.”Keith's lips lifted into a grin as he leaned against the railing, the cold breeze brushing his face and messing up his disarrayed curls on contact. “How did yo
The murmurs amongst the workers grew and everyone gazed upon the two men with curiosity and wonder, while the petite lady, the receptionist quietly slipped away and out of sight rushing off to her boss's office to inform him. John straightened up and began moving towards the staircase, he was truly curious about the powerful man who had bought the company.The two big men stepped aside to usher in a man dressed in a black three-piece suit, that clung to his bodice with perfection. John halted at the last stair with his eyes wide open in shock; he recognized the man before him as the man who had come by earlier to speak to his boss. He had been the one who deceived the man that Mr. Ingrid was in his office and led him into the vice president's office instead, but that was the best he could do. John had witnessed the tension between the man and the receptionist when Mr. Ingrid kept insisting on not seeing him, could that be why he bought the company? John thought curiously. Or maybe it
“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