Taron knew he could not be spending a lot of time at home anymore, not with the way his mother was acting like she owned the place. He felt like he should stand on his words and not allow her to do whatever she liked. There was old people’s music coming from somewhere, and from his study, he could tell that either his mom was having a one woman enjoyment thing, or she had somehow made friends with other women around and she was having a party. Taron decided to go out to see for himself, and he was right. The woman was deciding to have a party without his consent. “What is going on?” Taron asked and two other women gasped. “Oh wow, you didn’t lie, this handsome boy is truly your son.” A woman who looked Indian said. “Obviously, why would I say he was mg son if he was not actually my son?” His mom said, rolling her eyes and waving them off. Taron turned to face his mom. “Once again, what is going on here?” Eloise grinned. “Well, I’m having a party, and you are invited to come s
“I’m not here for chit chat,” The man in front of Taron said, letting himself have a seat. “I’m here to know why a puny child did not honour the invitation to our meeting.” Taron cocked an eyebrow at the stranger. “Who do you think you are?” “Anthony, Anthony Vincenzo Romano, a great business man.” “Why have I not heard of you before, then?” Taron asked, deciding to continue what he was doing. “And how did you know where to find me?” “I’m in the King Pins, and you’re going to give me a reason for being away from our meeting.” Anthony said, causing Taron to sigh. “You still haven’t answered me, Anthony, how did you know that I was going to be here?” Taron asked. “I have my ways.” The older man grinned wickedly, and Taron made a mental note to purchase a new house and move into it. He could not continue to live in the old one if people were finding out about it so easily. “Alright then, keep your secrets.” Taron sighed. “Why were you present at the King Pins meeting?” An
"Any updates?" Selena sat across the three private investigators that she was given. She had quickly sold her house off, leaving Steve completely homeless, and she had gone and rented out an apartment for herself. That was where she was with the investigators. The three of them shared a loom before looking at Selena, and then the one in the middle, who happened to be the only woman in the trio, presented a file. "We honestly tried our best, but he's tightly packed." She said. "With security, that is what she means." One of her partners said. "So, what you're saying is that you were unable to get anything?" Selena hit her fists on the wooden table in front of her. "I'm going to request for a refund, because why is it so hard for private investigators to do their jobs?" "No, no, no." All three of the investigators got up at once in a bid to calm her down. "What is it?" Selena sat back down, glaring at them. Things had already been going rough enough for her and she didn't ne
"Rob." Selena held her phone between her ear and left shoulder as she navigated her kitchen, popping random food items into her mouth. Why had she been eating so much lately, she wondered. "Selena," Rob replied. "Have you seen the post yet? About the secretary stuff?" "Way ahead of you, I'm already getting ready even." Selena chuckled. She was dressed in a pink pant suit and ready to go, but what she was actually getting ready was for her girl landing Taron's job. "Well, I hope you'd take tissues with you when you go there, because you're going to come out crying." Rob muttered in a low, mocking tone. "Put your nose in your own business, Roberto." Selena hissed and cut the call. She made three sandwiches for herself and got down to work almost immediately. "I should call Rebecca before I go," She muttered. "just to make sure that everything is all set up." "Hi Selena." Rebecca said. "Rebecca, are you ready?" Selena asked her. "Yes, I'm already getting dressed, I'll
Taron was impressed with how well Rebecca worked. She was very earnest and did even little things that Taron did not ask her to. And she always came around smelling like an exotic flower. A gentle exotic flower. Taron wondered if Selena had noticed Rebecca and hoped that she would come over to see him again, so he would see that he had indeed hired the next person to walk straight in for the interview. He would leave out the fact that Rebecca was also very qualified for the job. Taro wanted the anger and jealousy to go to Selena, through her pores and everything. His ends suddenly stood up and he scratched his head, wondering if he had a sixth sense that go ikr immediately tell him when Selena wears in the surrounding. Rebecca was already leaving; and once again, she bumped into Selena. “Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there.” Rebecca said, but Selena just walked by her as if she saw and heard nothing in particular. “You just hit my assistant! What is wrong with you?” Taron sai
“I still don’t know why you didn’t call me, I gave you my number for a reason!” Mackenzie scoffed at Selena, twirling her freshly dyed platinum blond curls. “You had my number too, you could have called me easily.” Selena took a sip from her drink. Mackenzie had visited her to talk about their new deal and how nice it was that they were working together. Nice her ass. “You know how things were, I was wondering if you’d still like to speak to me or maybe you’d want your space, I was waiting for you to make the first move.” Mackenzie shrugged. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” Selena blew air out of her mouth. “so, did you apply for the post or—?” “Oh no, I was contacted,” Mackenzie giggled like a school girl. “they contacted my agent and with the whole ‘fat is fresh’ thing going on, they decided I wild be perfect to model some of their clothes.” “That’s interesting.” Selena said. “I know right?” Mackenzie was excited. “I wasn’t ready to take on big jobs or anything so I decide
Selena had been in Taron’s house since she got the news of her father dying. Taron had been so supportive and extremely helpful that she felt so bad for what she had done to him. Taron was such a sweetheart, and his new found wealth only made that more prominent. Taron walked into the extra room that he had allowed Selena to stay in. “Hey, are you okay?” Taron asked her. Selena nodded and looked up at Taron. He still looked the same, kind and wise, only this time with a lot more edge. She was wearing her silver silk nightgown that hung low. An idea came to her that made her to check if Taron was still into her. After all, he was looking at her with those eyes and she suddenly felt shy. Selena stood up and started to walk to Taron, her eyes straight up showed determination. “Do you want to go and get some water?” Taron asked again, and Selena chose not to reply to that. She got close to him and placed her hands on his shoulders tenderly. “W-what are you doing?” For the first t
Selena looked around her as she walked into the bathroom stall. She had been getting weird chills lately, and she felt eyes on her almost all the time. The possibility that she was it’s being paranoid was on the table, but Selena knew that that was not it. She had not been the same ever since Taron became wealthy, and maybe it was due to the backlash she received from Taron’s fans and people who never liked her. But at least, at that time, she had a reason to be watched. Most sought after model, and the girl who broke Taron’s heart? The girl who was desperate for billionaire Taron’s attention? Exactly. But now, she was not anything special, not after she had gone down and her miraculous spotlight had not come yet. What would anyone want with her? Or was it like those movies where the girl had a stalker who ended up killing them? Selena gasped. She definitely did not want to be one of those victims of ‘a crime of passion’, or whatever it was people said in movies. She finished her bu