Farida Atticus told him no. In her words, she wasn't going to give him her number because she was fresh out of a marriage that had gone wrong, and she was trying to focus on her child completely. She was also trying to pour body and soul into her work, she had said. Mark Darius had left the office shattered. He knew that he had flunked it. After all, he hadn't flirted and asked a woman for her number in years. While asking Farida to give him her number, he found out that he was very rusty. It seemed like ages since he had last talked to a woman that wasn't Karen and Elena, his ex wife who was in prison at that moment. Opening his car and easing himself into it, Mark Darius tried to acknowledge that the rejection was not too deep. All he had to do was work more on his skills of talking to women, after all he had the face, the structure and the desired height that most women loved. It was when he saw Sergei that all that had transpired between him and Farida inside the office
Whatever he was doing, it was to protect his identity, to protect him from the dirty business he was doing. All in a bid to get his mother out of the hospital. No matter what he was doing to get there, he didn't care. All he desired was her complete healing and nothing else. “Bartender, a bottle of brandy for my friend too, thank you.” Without mincing words, the man decided to launch into details. He was ready to risk it all. He was ready to throw all caution to the winds as far as he got the financial strength to pay up his mother's bills in order for her to beat cancer. “Terry, I have a favor to ask of you.” “Anything, Jonathan. Just name it. I met you at this bar a few weeks ago, and I've tried to know you better. Seems you're finally letting me into your world now.” Nodding, the man laughed grimly. If only it was easy. He was a man whose reputation preceded him, a man who was feared by most people. Most people didn't even know in reality that he was a soft spoken man with a
Karen Shapiro paced her room, unable to sleep. It had been the same way for days now, lying down, unable to sleep, seeing the face of the man who had been struck down by a bullet that was meant for Mark Darius. Seeing Mark Darius in his office clothes that morning when she had decided to trail him, she had only succeeded in getting herself annoyed. Annoyed because he was where she was, annoyed that he was in charge of a company that was also supposed to be hers. Gritting her teeth, she reached for the pack of cigarettes on her bedside table. Retrieving a stick, she lit it, gratefully inhaling the nicotine and taking as much as she could inside of her system before letting it all out through her nostrils. She continued pacing, her mind in turmoil. What baffled her most was her supposed love for Mark Darius. This was a man that she was supposed to hate with her life, her soul and spirit. But there she was in her bedroom, missing his features, his bone structure and imagining her
Mark Darius ate the meat in his plate slowly, savoring the taste of the pork as he ate slowly. Since meeting Farida Atticus, he hadn't seemed to enjoy a moment of his time alone. Why? Because Farida Atticus occupied all of his thoughts. She was there in his head, the images of her beautiful figure and her green, large and almond shaped eyes destroying his reverie. Sighing, Mark Darius acknowledged that maybe he needed to give it another try. He had never been so drawn to a woman, so in love with a woman at just first appearance. But with Farida Atticus, he seemed to break all the rules. She turned a genius like him into a stuttering man, and that was because of how beautifully she had looked on the day he had first seen her. Shaking his head, Mark acknowledged that thinking about Farida wasn't the best step in his life at the moment. His life wasn't only in shatters, he was a walking time bomb, ready to explode at the bomb's control. At any moment, he could explode and, imagine
Mark Darius entered his Porsche, deciding to go for a drive. He needed to clear his mind, he needed to think. He needed that space, he needed to leave the side of people, the side of human beings for a while. How did he know that it wasn't Karen Shapiro that was planning this? That she wasn't the one in charge of the betrayal scheme? He knew Karen Shapiro quite well. She was one that took good care of her workers unless unfortunately, she didn't have anything at all. And she was going to do anything to keep them. That was why he was confused. He was confused because he wasn't sure of who the man that wanted to see him was,or why he wanted to see him. He was someone who prided himself on his sixth sense and his instincts, but this time around, there was nothing. His mind was blank, and he knew that even if Karen was the one in charge of the plan, she wouldn't know. Could she sacrifice a man's life to get to him? Yes, she could. However, he was going to give it a try. That was
When they stopped at the Goshen fast food, Mark Darius felt his heart hammering in excitement. Trying to calm his nerves, he did some breathing exercises. The last thing he wanted was to stutter when clearly, he had been handed a chance with the woman of his dreams on a platter of gold. He didn't want to mess up this second chance, and he was going to take it with both hands. It was a golden chance, and letting it go was going to be a very big mistake. He didn't want that to happen, not at all. He removed the seatbelt that had Atticus bound, smiling at him. Instantly, the kid slipped his little hand into his, then gave his mother a cunning smile that seemed to say “gotcha!” It was clear that Farida didn't like her son attaching himself to strangers immediately on first meeting. But he didn't care. All Mark Darius cared about was that he was doing good, and that meant he had a huge chance to earn her number, that he had the chance to at least drag her from the unhappiness that sh
“Whatever you say, Mr Darius. I'll take your word for it. I can put on the television, if you like.” “Oh, yes please, I would like that. But before that, Farida, I want to ask a question.” Staring at him with a smile playing on her lips, Mark Darius noted that he had just broken the defenses of a woman that hadn't seemed interested in him at first. “Shoot, Mr Darius.” Rubbing his hands, he stared at her, looking into the green pools of her eyes and wanting to remain there, enchanted and ensnared by those beautiful eyes of hers. “Haven't I done enough to earn your phone number?” “I suppose you have, Mr Darius.” And with those words, she gave him her number while he grinned from ear to ear. Settling into the sofa that faced the television, he stared at his wristwatch. He was going to go back home pretty late, but he didn't care. As far as it meant spending more time with Farida Atticus, he was in. “Can't find the remote. Please stand Mr Darius, Atticus loves keeping them on
The next morning, Mark Darius was already up before his usual wake up time, brushing his teeth and then taking a quick shower. The kiss he had shared with Farida Atticus was evergreen in his memory, and he knew that it was going to be etched there throughout the day. God, it had been a wild few minutes. A wild few minutes that had left him breathless, that had left him wanting more, that had left him looking for things he certainly didn't want at that stage of his life. Farida Atticus was going to be his undoing. Even though it was late, he knew that he had known earlier. From the time that he had seen her in that office, to the time that he had played the good Samaritan as she was stranded in the middle of the road. It was something that he had known as soon as he had glimpsed her eyes. She was going to be a force to reckon in his life, a force that he had probably never even known that existed. He didn't want to put a tag on what they shared yet, but there was one thing