"What are you thinking about so early in the?" Taron asked as he turned around to face her on the bed. "You've been tossing." "I need to leave." Taron sat up and looked at Rebecca, perhaps she was joking. “What did you say?” Taron asked. “I need to leave,” Rebecca gout out of bed. “I’m sorry, I’m grateful that you have been so good to me, for taking care of me and everything, but this place is choking me.” “Been so good to you?” Taron asked in disbelief. “You are my girlfriend, what are you talking about?” Rebecca shook her head and draped a shawl around her shoulders as she looked outside through the window. “And this place is choking you? It’s a very big house.” Taron shrugged. “You know that I am a working woman,” Rebecca sighed. “I don’t like staying in like this, I feel terrible.” “Fine, we would go out tomorrow.” Taron sighed and rolled back into bed. “No, I mean to work,” Rebecca said. “I want to go back to work.” Taron looked like he wanted to a
“You like to talk a lot, don’t you?” The tall man in a suit asked the lady in an afro who was in their group. “Excuse me for giving my opinion.” The woman merely said and continued to speak. Taron admired her confidence. “I’m just saying, you have been talking for quite a while.” The man said again and the lady turned to look at him. “Preston, is it? Are you trying to limit my freedom of speech because I’m black, or because I’m a woman?” She said. “I’m just saying. Most women that I’ve met don’t talk a lot, it’s terrible, you’re not married, are you?” Preston had a smug smirk and Taron fought the urge to tell him off. “Only by choice, honey.” She said and turned back to continue talking about the last charity event that she went to. Taron was at a charity event, but this one was not set for the night time, and Taron felt that Rebecca had not recovered well enough to start going to these things again. Rebecca, of course, had disagreed heavily, but he had ended up as
"These are not making any sense." Taron frowned as he handed the papers in his hand to his secretary, who also happened to be his girlfriend, Rebecca Moore. "What does yours say? Mine seems to be okay." Rebecca started to open the files. "Rebecca had two people sent out, and each one came with variations of the whole thing." Taron said. "I had only one person work on it, and why are you talking about me like that?” Rebecca rolled her eyes and Taron chuckled. “No, actually, I was talking about Rebecca Torres, it’s her company I went to to work on Javier’s case.” Rebecca’s eyes bulged as Taron said that. “Oh, okay.” “So what did yours say?” Taron took a seat and waited. “Well, here it says that Javier is a teacher, but he also has a part time job that requires him to dress up in different outfits every evening.” Rebecca stated, giving him her file. “So he is a spy in one of those kids’ television shows?” Taron laughed. Rebecca glared at Taron. “No, he is an
Rebecca did not know what the dressing code was, or if there was one to be followed, but Eloise inviting her on a one on one lunch date was something that she had not been expecting. Rebecca certainly did not want Eloise to look dressed up and gorgeous while she looked dressed down, or vice versa. To play on the safe side, she had opted for a sky blue sundress with a short coat. “Mom did not even tell me about this, I’m actually hearing about it from you for the first time.” Taron said. “Not that you did not know that your mom had been planning to have lunch with me for a while, though.” Rebecca said non committally and Taron laughed nervously. “She mentioned it once, but I did not think that she was being serious, and she has met you a lot of times already.” Taron said. “Yeah, we have all sat down to sit and talk, yes.” “Exactly!” Taron exclaimed. “Exactly! She does not want you to come in the way of our conversation, that is why she is requesting for us to hav
"You know, I'm tired of this." Sarah pulled her glasses and turned to her best friend. "Oh really? I thought you would enjoy it for a while longer, considering how excited you were." Selena was reading a book. "I want to go back to work, and I want to see people that I know." "Are any of the men you know hotter than these dark skin hotties?" Sarah rolled her eyes. "Not the point, when do you think that you are going to be coming out of here?" "What do you mean?" This time, it was Selena that pulled her glasses down. "You know that this was not supposed to be anything more than a temporary escape, you wanted to leave until your head got sorted out, and wanted a bit of publicity while doing so." "So?" "I kept your fan pages alive too, but when you're back, what are you going to tell the people?" "The people? I'm not the president or anything, simply that it's none of their business." Selena shrugged. Inside, she was thinking about what Sarah just said and
“Great, I hope you have something for this situation.” Sarah said and Selena rolled her eyes. “Girl, don’t give me that attitude, you know that I asked about what we would do in this situation and you didn’t answer because you thought that it wouldn’t happen, and now it has.” Sarah said and Selena grunted before opening the door and going in. Sarah sighed, wouldn’t be the first time that Selena was entering property that wasn’t hers. She followed her in. “Javier! Nobody shuts the door in my face, I demand to have an audience with you!” Selena yelled. “Why are you in my house when I sent you away?” Javier came into the living room with a stunned look on his face. “Who raised you exactly?” “I raised myself, just so you know, and I am demanding that you sit down and listen to me.” Selena pointed at the chairs and Javier gave her a questioning look before turning to moon at Sarah who shook her head and shrugged with a small smile. “Fine.” Javier said, and took a seat. S
Rebecca sighed. Taron had been in a terrible mood and she had been unable to help him out. It was a terrible feeling, knowing that her boyfriend was in pain that she could not completely relieve him of. Taron had decided to leave to go and visit his father's grave and she was at his house, waiting for him to finish so that they could go to the airport together. He said that he would be there for three days at most, and left Rebecca in charge of the office work. "Hey there, gorgeous," Taron sighed as he collapsed into the sofa. "it's like every time I see you, you get more beautiful, I can't explain it." "You've come again with that sweet tongue." Rebecca said sternly, but with a red face and an embarrassed smile. "I'll miss you, you know? Very much." Rebecca let him know. "I know that it's not a competition, but I'll miss you more." Taron said and spread out his arms for her to sit on him. "When does the plane leave?" Rebecca asked, placing a kiss on his lips. "
“Sweetie, would you please get me some more hot water? This one is getting cold.” Eloise yelled weakly from inside and Rebecca quickly went to get the water bottle. She had spent all day with Eloise and Anthony, and while Anthony had given up about an hour ago and was currently sleeping, she was helping Eloise with moving around, taking care of the baby and bringing her hot water bottles. And Anthony was sleeping. Rebecca shook her head and sighed as she transferred the hot water into the flask. She was extremely tired, and had not even spoken to Taron since, but she had no choice but to do this to help Eloise. She knew that giving birth was not an easy process, and had vowed to always be there for other women. Hence, her reason for being here, but it was not easy. Not to mention that she could clearly hear Anthony snoring, and she had the urge to go there and shake him awake. “Another day in the life of a woman.” She sighed and took the water bottle to Eloise. Rebecca’s