~ Courtney ~ "Your mother said you need a wife so I brought these girl for you to choose from or you need more girls?" I queried and looked at me. He looked furious, seems I struck a nerve. "Report to her that I Donald Wilson would never accept anything from her definitely neither of these sluts. Tell her I said she's has no say over my life and if she keeps these up, she's going to cease being my mother" he fired at me and went to the kitchen angrily. I decided not to argue with him so I faced the ladies instead "Okay girls, our guy isn't interested. If he eventually picks any, I'll let you know" I saw them off and made to go to my room when I noticed the floor. I don't know where he got the dirts from within a short period of time and there was a lot of them on the floor, going from the kitchen to the hallway and to other bedrooms. He emerged from one of the rooms, still very angry. "If you had better things to do or a house to clean, you wouldn't follow her ord
~ Courtney ~ "What condition?" I asked curiously "Never bring up my mother, never set me up with any girl and never ever ask me to take the trash out" "That's more than a condition" I raised a eyebrow. "Lastly" he continued, ignoring my remark "if you ever try what do did this night, I'm skinning you alive. Okay?" " Fine accepted" I rolled my eyes He shook my hands firmly and we both looked at each other sternly. "Cool CounterKnee, I mean Courtney" "Movies?" I asked He looked at me like I've grown two heads. "Just to seal our truce" I shrugged "go and prepare the living room, I'll make popcorns." I said and left before he could argue. Donald Why did she suddenly ask for a truce?? I hope she has nothing up her sleeve again though she sounded sincere. It'll take a lot of effort to call her Courtney instead of CounterKnee. We shook each other after the agreement. I was still thinking about her change when she suddenly suggest
Courtney I didn't expect him to come home early and was preparing lunch when he came in. It's surprising he really brought the files and even more surprising he went without complaint when I asked him to set the table. I told Eva about our deal while he was out and she told me he ever let anyone touches his files or anything in his office that's paper related, not even Flynn. I wondered why he trusts me then to help him out. I was really happy I would be doing another thing other than cleaning, watching TV and taking courses online. I've always imagined myself in an office and on a corporate dress. I hope that dream comes true soon. I worked all night and saw I had only done quarter of it. We both worked throughout the next day too. The date day...... Donald I dressed up for the date like I've always done on past dates and entered the restaurant where my supposed date is. I met her drinking a coffee. "Hi" I greeted her "Hey" she
~ Donald ~ Just when my life is taking shape, she appears. What does she want? "Who's she?" Courtney asked with a frown. "My ex, nightmare and first love" whispered. Clara rolled in her bags and came over to hug me. I stood stiffly, watching her moves. "Missed me hun?" She kissed my cheeks and laughed rolling her bag to only Heaven knows where. " What's going on?" Courtney asked but I ignored and went to my art room instead. Why's she here? I'm trying to get over her and she came to make things worse. I hit my head hard on the wall to stop the memories that haunt from resurfacing but it's not working. I went to the bathroom I installed on the art room for cases like this and filled the tub with water before removing my clothes and dipping myself in the water. Courtney d What is going on?? Why's Donald acting like he has seen a ghost? He didn't even acknowledge my presence. Why's his ex here? Does that mean he still loves her? I was right? Gosh
~ Donald ~ I entered my car and drove angrily to the office. "Heyy, what the h*ll is wrong with you?" Flynn asked angrily when I entered. "I don't care, why did you allow her stay" "I don't know, it's affecting my sanity. I want to try to fight back" "Your decision bro, you know what to do" "After the meeting, you have dinner with the commissioner and you have to bring a date. I would have asked Eva to go with you but she's busy." "Is it compulsory I go to the dinner?" "Very very compulsory. You're representing your company and you father's" "Can you...." "No Donald, don't complete that statement. I'm not going in for you, I'm not the heir to the company. Here's the invitation card." He dropped the card on the table. I sighed and wondered what Clara and Courtney are doing at home. Courtney I stood firmly in the room and watched as Donald left for work. "Are you deaf?" She yelled. "No" I said calmly when I heard the front doo
~ Courtney ~ I was waiting for Donald and Clara to go for the dinner night so I can lock the doors and retire to bed. It's been a long day especially with Clara around. I watched as she came out of Donald's room dazzling and I felt a little bad for myself. I've never dressed like a real lady. Then Donald came out and looked at Clara, I was expecting him to complement her beauty or cloth or anything instead he turned to me. "Be my date Courtney" he said. My heart stopped beating for a second. "What?? Me??" I asked in surprise while Clara glared at me "Yes, please be my date" he said more confidently. "Ohmahgawd, I can't" I said quickly. Clara smiled triumphantly while Donald looked down defeatedly. Just to wipe the smile of Clara's face, I looked at Donald and smiled so sweetly. "On a second thought, I'll be glad to be your date." "No you can't. I'm his girlfriend not you." Clara blurted out angrily. I eyed her down" give me a minute, I'll
Courtney The first thing I did when we got home was pack her belongings from Donald's room. I unlocked the door and found her sleeping with an angry look. When you're asleep, aren't you supposed to be an angel? It's the exact opposite for Clara. Even in her sleep she looked like the devil that she is. I put her luggages beside the bed and closed the door. I couldn't sleep all night, I kept tossing and twisting on the bed, having a bad feeling in my mind. I yawned tiredly and freshened up, keeping the dress I bought yesterday in a box on my wardrobe then began my house chores. "What are my luggages doing here?" Clara yelled from her room and I happened to be in the hall way. "That'll be your new room Clara" I replied. "You don't call me Clara, you call me madam and you can't tell me what to do in this house, my house" "I only respect those who deserves it and you don't also, last I checked Donald and I own this house. The only difference is he pays the b
~ Clara ~ I woke with a weird feeling, knowing something wasn't right. I looked around in my new room, nothing seemed out of place. I laid my head on the headboard and noticed the note sticking out from it. The first thought that ran through my mind was "is he around?" ~For the safety of my boss~ What does that mean? Guess I didn't have to think long cause I saw what it means. I picked up my phone and made a call. "What do I do? She's frustrating me. Things aren't going according to plan" I said to the person on the other side. "I guess she isn't call bossy maid for nothing then." He chuckled "You can cook for them" he added suggestively. "What do you mean cook for them? You want to turn me to their maid? Even Donald isn't really looking my way anymore" "That's why I said you should coooook for both of them. Either way he must be out of the picture so the companies can be transferred to me. Do your job well and I'll pay you generously" I smiled hap