The Hated Millionaire Heir

I’m sorry I can’t

Time had passed since the sisters were reunited, to catch up for the years of absentia for the other Angel pitched the idea Abigail joins her apartment, incapable of saying no simply because she too wanted the same Abigail moved in with her sister. “You still have your space and the top bunk is mine.” Becky teased, “Well I still have the keys and can take back my bunk when I return.” Abigail remarked, the two friends hugged as the taxi driver carried her bag and tucked in his boot, “Bye.” She bid, “Bye.” She responded waving as the cab drove away.

“Morning.” She greeted, “Morning.” She answered, her cream mug was filled with black coffee she prepared, her fresh doughnuts were slowly hardening as they cooled, “Seven.” She whispered taking a sip of her coffee. Abigail had woken up late that morning while her sister was timely and eyes open at five, “You will be late.” Angel reminded her dazed twin. “Had a rough night I’m not sure I’ll make it.” Abigail complained, rubbing her hair Abigail headed for the kitchen her night dress brushing her thighs, “I will talk to Becky.” She spoke taking the left turn into the squared cube like structure. On her toes she clamped her toothbrush at the top shelf and pressed the red toothpaste on its brushes before closing it and placing it on the counter, she took a glass by its neck and unwinding the sink she filled it with tap water closing it once it was at its brim. Taking a bite of her doughnut she followed a gulp of coffee and paused to chew, swallow, and repeat till it was nothing but ready to be absorbed nutrients inside her body. Five minutes later Angel ensured her coffee was finished to the last drop before heading to the kitchen her right hand oily.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked, her teeth were thoroughly canvased by the brush tips and the morning breath detoxed, by the time Angel walked in she was gurgling a mouthful of tap water from her glass. Her mouth was filled when she asked and she continued gurgling for the next minute waiting for her approval, “Yes ask.” Angel allowed resting her mug beside the sink. Abigail spat out the water and roughly using her tongue she brushed her teeth and gums concluding with a clicking sound, she then reached for her glass and filled her free hand with water, “Are you and Tony still…” she purposely unfinished her question. Three times she splashed her face with water, rubbing her eyes with her fingers cleaning of the specks, three times her sister played dumb.

“Do you still have feelings for Tony?” Abigail asked tired of playing dumb, “Well um…”, Angel hesitated, “Do you?” she asked evident of her thin patience, “I do, sort off its complicated.” She emphasized. “How is it complicated its simple do you or do you not.” Abigail uttered disappointed in Angel’s confusion, “Well it is, you wouldn’t understand.” She sighed, “Help me understand.” Abigail demanded. She poured the remaining water down the sink and turned to her sister, again she asked but with a concerned gentle tone, “Help me understand.”. She took a deep breath and arranged all her thoughts for the past year or so in accordance with time, from oldest to latest, “Did I ever tell you about how we ended things with Tony?” she began, “No.” Abigail denied, “Well it was a messy ending.” She phrased. “When I messed up and cost his trust I realized I betrayed him beyond compare. I never saw Tony kill a fly but when he kicked me out he didn’t shed a tear. I unlocked this dark side because I stabbed his trust.” She told. “I tried to forgive myself but I couldn’t. I tried talking to him, avoiding him, looking for other alternatives, dating other men but it wasn’t the same. Tony was the one thing in my life I couldn’t replace,” she paused, “He was the one thing I couldn’t live without so when I sleep I feel his touches, when I walk I hear his voice when I cook I hear his laughs.” She painfully uttered, a tear escaped from the dam in her eyes, her voice became horse from the roughed throat because of the pain inside of her, “I have tried and will keep trying to get him back because honestly, I need God but I need Tony just as much.” She finished.

She wrapped her arms around her and hushed her while she released her pain aguishly, “I’m sorry I had no idea you go through that every day.” She sympathized her sister, “It will work out.” She comforted her. She brushed her tears and blew her nose with a napkin, “Thank you I needed someone to talk to.” Angel appreciated, “Anytime sis.” She smiled, “I’ll be late I have to go.” Angel muttered leaving the kitchen with a smile of gladness on her lips. “Do I talk to boss for you?” Angel asked, her handbag in her hand she wore her heels hurriedly whilst awaiting her sister’s response, “Um…” she hesitated, “I will talk to him.” Angel filled the gap. Unwinding the door, she grabbed her keys and tucked them in her bag, “Bye.” She bid exiting the room, “Bye.” The voice echoed from inside after she shut the door. She walked down the corridor and down the steps, she glared at the time on her wrist watch, “Shit its seven thirty I’m late.” She cursed hurrying her steps to the bus station.

“How many do we have to go?” she asked, “Two, we did the entertainment section but the business was cancelled since you know who and the sports was put on hold.” Randy answered. The day’s work was reduced by half, normally they would work on all full article catalogues but a high rank in the news center was tied to a corruption case so for the reputation of the company the business section was “under maintenance” Randy air quoted, so that meant only the entertainment was left majorly. “Let me go speak to the head editor.” She excused herself, “Hurry I want to be done by noon.” Randy insisted, “Then get to typing.” Angel cunningly retorted as she walked to the elevator. On the third floor she took her normal route to the office and knocked, walked in, closed the door behind her, and began with her signature greeting, “How are you sir?”, “I’m good thank you for asking.” He answered back. The lad on the chair on the opposite side paused his work and addressed his junior, “Sir I was informing you that one of the exchange workers, Abigail, isn’t feeling well and she won’t be coming in today.” She informed. “Your twin isn’t coming in? how do you know that?” he asked interested in the matter, “Well we live together and I saw her and her temperature was high she has a doctor appointment at noon.” She cleared. “Well in that case wish her quick recovery for me okay.” He apologized, “Thank you I will head back now.” She thanked taking her leave from the room. “Where is it!” he cursed brushing over the documents on his desk, “Angel, tell the secretary to bring me today’s newspaper.” He instructed, Angel nodded in acceptance closing the door and entering those of the elevator strides ahead.

“Yes!” Randy rejoiced, “Last down off the day.” She chuckled excitedly, it was an hour after noon and they were done for the day’s job meaning they were allowed to leave if need be. “I am going home and watch that goblin movie with clowns in it.” Randy chipped packing his documents in his bag, “I am getting this hair done and some shopping won’t hurt.” Angel unveiled her plans. The two walked down the steps, “Boss needs the newspaper.” Angel whispered to the secretary, playfully teasing each other, bumping shoulders and making fun of other people, the two friends walked down the hallway and exited the building going their separate ways.

“Tik.”, the clock struck two in the afternoon, she sat there in her casual outfit, a blue light shirt and black sweat pants, leather open shoes were the bridge between her sole and the ground, she sighed and glared at the small porch outside. “One latte.” She ordered, scribbled the order the waitress took her leave while she sat there waiting, to affirm the meetup time she pulled out her phone. She unlocked it and navigated to the last person she contacted and who sent the last text, she scrolled up and read the text silently, “Tomorrow the French restaurant.”. There was no defined time so maybe she was early or Tony came early and waited grew tired and left, either way there was no specified time and the lack of clarity was intoxicating the air with nervousness. As she sat waiting in the only French restaurant she knew around the waitress came back with her order, “Thank you.” She appreciated as the waiter left to serve another table, she grabbed the cup by its handle and raised it to her lips. Sticking her tongue out she dipped her tip on the latte’s surface when suddenly a voice startled her, “Hello.” The anonymous male voice greeted from behind. “Dear God!” she shrieked slightly, she was shaken by the ambush and nearly poured the latte on her lap, “Sorry I’m late.” The voice apologized. Taking a seat, the voice owner turned out to be Tony in his official outfit, black suit, silk shirt and neat hair, “About time it’s been an hour.” She complained, “I know there was a meeting that took too long and I had to excuse myself.” He defended himself. However, Angel was glad he was late because she had time, she had sixty minutes to think, three thousand six hundred seconds to wage what was at stake and if each was worthy of the downside it would inflict, she thought about repeatedly and her latte kept her company. “Coffee.” He ushered in his order, pulling his self-closer he began the conversation, “So did you…”.

“I can’t. I’m sorry I can’t do this to her.” She apologized pulling herself back, they were close, he could f*el her breath brush his upper lip, he could taste her lip balm, their noses were already in contact, but at the last second it was denied. “But why! I promise to be…”, “Its not you.” Abigail interrupted him, “You are not the problem. Honestly you are a good man, you are funny, attractive, brilliant, successful. Any girl would be blessed to have you,” she paused, “Then why don’t you want me am I a curse for you.” He filled. “No, you’re not!” Abigail denied instinctively, “When I accept this. When I become part of your life I will sacrifice my own blood for it. Angel, she still has f*elings for you I don’t know if she told you but she is working to reconnect with you. It hurts her that she betrayed you. It burns her and makes her breakdown in the middle of the night.” Abigail stated. “If I do that. If I betray her like she betrayed you. I will be a monster and not even God can forgive me for that. I can’t live with that pain; Angel can’t live with that. If I can’t help her then being her sister is enough for me.” She proclaimed. “I am really sorry but I hope you understand if not today then someday.” Abigail apologized, “It’s okay I understand.” Tony uttered. for a brief minute the two sat silent, Tony’s coff*e was brought amidst Abigail’s speech and each was taking a sip of their beverages, Tony glued his eyes to the coff*e and shifted to the window and back to the coff*e similar to Abigail. “I have to leave. Nice meeting you goodbye.” She spoke, on her f*et she took her purse and the two had a handshake, grabbing her bill she headed for the counter and paid her f*e then as she approached the door she waved her hand slightly and Tony smiled back and she left. Tony glared in his coff*e while Abigail stared in her takeaway latte, each was aware of the similarity between them, the sacrifices they made will make them darker than the drinks they held.