James arrived at the Turbo Caramel Company in a cab. His sense of dressing qualified his aura. As he entered the building, Harper was the first person he saw. She was heading towards his direction, counting one foot in front of the other. James stood still, admiring the building and pretending not to have noticed her. When she was close enough, she stopped beside him. His dress code and glasses wouldn't let her identify him, but something seemed familiar.“Who're you, and what are you doing standing here? Don't you have a job or something?” She asked, and James shifted his gaze over to her. He scoffed and sighed deeply.He took off his glasses, exposing his face with a slight smile of satisfaction on his lips.“Hey, I'm just here to check how things are going in my company," he said, and Harper scoffed." James? You bastard!" She exclaimed in surprise."You've got balls. You think you can walk in here to see Emily whenever you want huh?” she shouted at him, drawing attention toward
The early morning sun radiated through the curtains, gracing the beautiful luxury room with a superficial ambiance. Emily rose from the bed, darting her eyes around. She groaned and stretched tiredly. It was a new day, and part of her problems were solved. Two days ago, James had stopped her from leaving town. He prepared a luxury apartment in the city for her, an apartment far better than her old one. His actions sparked curiosity in her, and she began to question his status, but James had lied about having a rich friend who had always been supportive. He couldn't open up on his identity just yet. There were still some things he needed to catch up to. Following their newly found relationship, James found out a lot about Emily's background. At a very young age, Emily was already the breadwinner of her family. Her father was late and her mother battling with cancer. Her little brother was in school, and everything bestowed on her shoulders. James was surprised as to how she cou
The following morning, Emily woke up on the bed looking haggard. Her eyes were reddish and misted with unshed tears and her whole body was heating up with fever. After James dropped her off last night, she cried herself to sleep, knowing that she had lost her job.It was past 8 a.m. when she glanced at the clock with zero worries about work. There was no point rushing to get to the company after yesterday's event. She picked up her cell phone lying on the bed, and on the screen was an email from the company. It was a dismissal notice. She slid through, without bothering to check it out.“Fuck you, Harper!" She yelled out, expressing her deep pain. Her brows were furrowed deeply, casting a shadow over her anxious eyes that darted around the room as if searching for a way out. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and she occasionally bit her lower lip in a subconscious gesture of distress. The corners of her eyes were creased with lines of concern, and her gaze was distant, lost i
The following evening, James arrived at Emily's apartment at exactly 6:30 pm. They boarded an Uber, and Emily still had zero clue of where they were headed. After a few minutes drive, they drove into Hotel Duncan-Melo, a luxury hotel and one of the most prestigious in the country. As they alighted from the car, Emily froze, her gaze filled with joy and shock as she stared at the beautifully decorated building and luxury cars in the parking space. It was her first time in such a place. She darted her eyes around, and her reaction to the environment gave her away, and anybody would know that it was her first time.James stood by the side, watching her in admiration as she graced the atmosphere with absolute beauty.She stood with poise, her curvy figure elegantly accentuated by her flowing red gown that hugged her magnificent curves. Her skin had a natural, radiant glow, hinting at both vitality and softness. Dark, cascading hair framed her face, highlighting her captivating blue ey
Seeing Harper retreating with fear, the young man by her side stepped forward to protect her. He cast a glare at James and puffed his smoke into James's face directly. It was Henry, Harper's first love. “Who the fuck are you?” He asked, but James ignored his question. He couldn't take his gaze away from Harper."Hold on, you look familiar. Are you not James, Harper's Ex-husband? Oh shit! You're him!” he exclaimed and burst into laughter. “What's up? I'm Henry, Harper's present lover. We're getting married soon, you heard didn't you?" Henry teased, but James didn't feel disturbed by his rants. Instead, he decided to forget it all and walk away, but as he turned to leave, Henry pulled him back, getting in his path.“Woo woo woo! Chillax bro. Where do you think you're going? I ain't done with you yet. You know I could ask you to pay for damaging my wife's phone, but I'll only be wasting my time because you can't afford it,” he said, and there was mocking laughter from the crowd behind
The next day, James was preparing to leave the hotel room where he had spent the previous night.Just like he promised Rosalind, he was about to return home. It was past 7 p.m. and he had phoned Rosalind earlier ahead of his arrival.As he packed up to leave the room, a call came in. It was a strange number, but his first thought was Emily. He had expected her call earlier and later gave up after a fruitless wait.He quickly picked up the call, and as expected, Emily's melodic voice came from the phone. “Hi, James." “Hey! How're you, Emily? I've been thinking that I should've gotten your contact so I could check on you,” James said and she chuckled."Thanks for your care yesterday. It meant a lot to me, honestly speaking.” James blushed, his face lit up with a joy that radiated from within, making the room feel warmer just by his presence. “Actually, I called to ask if you're free tonight. I'd like us to go to dinner together, you know. At least let me show my appreciation for your
James plodded towards the bar where he had just returned from. On his way, his cell phone rang, and he stopped to check the caller. On seeing the screen, he swallowed and shook his head.It was a call from Rosalind. He picked up and placed the phone on his ears ignorantly.“Hello, boss?" Rosalind called, and James mumbled silently. “I've done what you asked of me. The document is ready. Should I announce your wife as the chairman of the company? Did you reveal your identity already?” She asked, and James scoffed with sadness in his eyes."You were right, Rosalind. I was stupid. I was so blinded by love that I couldn't see the truth in everything you told me about Harper.” Rosalind went mute, her voice trailed off, and her brain tried to figure out where James was headed. A silence fell in, and James broke it with a deep sigh."Harper and I are divorced. Just a few minutes ago. You were never wrong about a single word you mentioned about her. Not even the accusation of infidelity.”A
Around 8 p.m. the same day, James returned staggering as he plodded towards the house. His face was filled with pain, his mind absent from his surroundings.He had just left the bar where had spent the whole day. Harper's actions dealt great damage to him as he lost hope in ever finding love.He got to the door, and something caught his attention. On the entrance was a blue bag, a traveling bag packed to the brim. He rolled his eyes and forced himself to consciousness. As he tried to confirm the bag, the door opened, revealing Harper and her angry mother. Their glare of disdain hung over their faces as if to shoot him through the eyes. A mere look at Harper, he realized that she had a bruise on her left cheek, that was a result of the slap he gave her. Immediately, he felt bad for his actions. Even though he was in pain for her betrayal, he blamed himself for slapping her so hard. “Hey baby, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you back. Please forgive me,” he said, his voice soothing a
James sat on the couch, his hands folded together and his jaw rested on the top while he stared into the air deep in thought. It was past 7 a.m., and he had been up the whole night.A squeaking sound from the door announced another party, but James didn't bother to look. The door opened, and Harper walked into the house holding her heels and handbag in her left hand. On seeing James looking haggard in distress, she walked to the couch by the side, and a freshly made burger was sitting on the table before her. She rolled her eyes and snorted angrily. “Are you kidding?” She questioned, casting a glare of disdain at him and scoffed.“How is this supposed to make me feel good? You should be more focused on working on your finances. That's what will make me feel good, not by making breakfasts for me,” she said in a disrespectful tone as she shook her head almost imperceptibly, a gesture that conveyed both resignation and disappointment.“You should step up and make real money, James. Com
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A good read!