It was raining heavily on a Sunday evening. Pamela and Kelvin had purchased two mansions in Vancouzer separately, for their comfort.Frank visited Vancouzer, he couldn't meet up with Kelvin in Boston, and he needed to see his best friend, even though he came mainly because of Pamela.That evening, he and Pamela had gone out for a walk. Pamela was sitting in the bar, her face sad and moody. No matter how Frank tried to cheer her up, she couldn't forget the fact that her Grandpa may not wake again."Hey," Frank whispered, as he returned to her with two glasses of strong alcohol. He thought maybe it would help ease her mind, but she wasn't drawn to his mischievous smiling face."You can't beat yourself up Pamela, come on, granny ain't even dead yet. You just have to believe that he'll get better, no matter how long it takes." He said to her, She looked at him and sighed. Some of her hair fell across her face, and he stretched out his hands and tucked them behind her ears. Their eyes met
At around 9 p.m. the same night, Kelvin had dozed off on his sofa. He had received several missed calls from Frank, who had been standing right outside his house for over an hour. Frank dialed his number again, and luckily, the ringtone could wake him up this time. Kelvin Jumped on his feet, seeing 19 missed calls and 5 texts from Frank. He quickly read through the texts and found out that Frank had been outside. "Fuck me!" He muttered and sauntered towards the door. As he opened the door, his sleepy eyes fell on Frank's angry countenance. Kelvin quickly put his hands together, in the form of a plea. A wild smile spread across his face, but Frank's expression remained hardened. He quietly pushed Kelvin aside and entered the house, without saying a word. "Come on bro, I'm sorry. I've been asleep, I can't even believe I slept this long. Like bro, everything is fucked up these days, I don't even know how to react." Kelvin said to him as he took a seat opposite him."All the more rea
It had been 3 days since Frank left Vancouzer. He still couldn't get his mind off Pamela. He sat in his room in Boston, staring at his phone. He wanted to give Pamela a call, but he didn't know what her reaction would be. He bit his lips in confusion and dropped the phone on the bed. He felt so uncomfortable, so he decided to text her.At least, he wouldn't hear whatever insults she would rain on him. Pamela was sitting in her office, with her eyes on her computer screen when Frank's text came in. She was too busy to attend to her phone, but when she stole a glance at the screen, she saw the message sender, it was Frank. She sprang up and quickly picked up the phone. Her heart started racing, thinking of what he could say to her by text. She read through the message, he was apologizing for kissing her the other day, and expressing his genuine love for her. A warm smile appeared on her face. She couldn't believe it. She had thought he would be mad at her. She stood up from her sea
Around 7 p.m. the same day, Pamela had retired back to her mansion. She was stressed out and needed to rest. With her white sexy lingerie, she lay still on her sofa. Her mind couldn't get away from Kelvin's warnings. She tried to convince herself that he was mistaken, but she couldn't believe it herself. She gasped softly, thinking about her weekend date. When she finally got what she had wanted, another thing was up to take away her happiness.She lay still, facing the ceiling, and thinking of what to do. After so much consideration, she decided to postpone their date, or probably put an end to it. She picked up her phone to dial Frank's number. But how would she tell it to him? She gasped when she realized that she wouldn't be able to tell him. So she decided to send it to him via text. After texting him that she won't be available for their date on the weekend. She left for her room, with sleepy eyes. When she got to the room, she heard a loud thud from outside, and quickly chec
It was snowing heavily on a Friday night in Vancouzer. For the fact that the next day was the weekend, Katherine had gone on a girl's night with her best friend Benita, and some other girls. They were having fun in the club, when Katherine glanced at her phone screen and saw 8 missed calls from her mom. She was perplexed by the call. Immediately, she realized that her mom had told her that she would be returning from her short trip that very day. "Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?!" She exclaimed in shock, when she remembered that her mother was not with the key to the door locks. "What's the matter?" Benita asked with great concern, her blue eyes fixated on her best friend, as she noticed how worried she looked."My Mom, I think she's back, and she's stuck outside. Because I'm with all the keys." She explained, staring back at Benita. "I need to go babes, I'm sorry." She said apologetically."No, we need to go. I'm tired by the way," Benita said in support of her, and the other
"That's her. Right?" Kelvin asked Frank, staring at a young beautiful blonde at the far end of the clubhouse. Her beauty shined bright, like the rays of the early morning sun. She was perfectly shaped, her well-curved butt and hips could be seen even from afar. Her blonde hair cascaded behind her back, with her skin as bright as petals from the morning bloom. She was sitting in the middle of two hefty men, and Kelvin couldn't help but wonder who they were.It was Sunday night, Kelvin had left Vancouzer to spend the weekend in the capital. That way, he would get the chance to see his Grandpa's condition. When Frank came asking that they go clubbing together that night, Kelvin agreed. But it was all part of his game to find out what Frank was up to. "It's her huh? Come on Frank, you should know." Kelvin said, punching him lightly in the back."Give me one good reason why I should be able to identify a girl we met weeks ago. Besides, I didn't spend enough time with her." Frank said i
Mariana sat on the plane, staring outside from the window, until she dozed off. Finally, she was on her way to Boston, the capital city of Euphoria.She had searched for the Woodluck family residence in the Urban area, and with the help of the internet, she could easily locate the place. She sneaked out of the house after Katherine had left for work. When she landed in Boston, she boarded a cab directly to her destination. A few minutes later, she was standing right in front of the house. Dead silence engulfed the street, it was normal for the Urban areas. She scaled through the silent road, and all she could see was one big house and another.She sauntered towards the Woodluck mansion gate. When she got to the huge gate, a young man opened up to attend to her. "Good day ma'am, please, state your reasons for coming." He said to her politely. She stole a glance at the compound from the little view she had through the gates. She was marveled by the beauty. "I want to see the Woodluc
"I've always loved you, Mariana. Truth is, at that time, I needed something other than love. I needed to be successful, and Becca could give me that. I'm sorry I put you through all that. You didn't deserve it." Gregory said to her, his eyes filled with pain and regret. "But if given the chance in the same situation, you'll do it all over again won't you?" Mariana asked, holding up her cutlery tightly. She glared at him, and he sighed.He shifted his gaze to the direction of the sitting room, knowing someone had just arrived. "Answer my question, Gregory!" She yelled at him, but he kept still. He couldn't look her in the face, because she knew the answer to that question. He would do it all over again, if given a chance. "Where the fuck has everybody gone," Becca's voice sounded tiredly from the seating room. Gregory sighed, and ran his hands across his face. "You should go," he said to Mariana. His voice was like a whisper, and a wild smirk spread across her face, mockingly. "Y