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SONIA’S POV
“I don't know how I feel about your boyfriend, Sonia,” Jessica, my best friend says from inside the apartment while I work on my laptop in the balcony of Shaun's apartment. I playfully roll my eyes, “Yeah?” I say, encouraging my friend to go on without looking away from my laptop screen. It isn't news anymore that Jessica hates, and that's using capital letters to emphasize it, my boyfriend, Shaun. It has been evident in the way she always schools me about him. In her words, I wasn't supposed to end up with someone like Shaun after years of being single. “It's just that I think he's a sketchy human being. Who leaves their girlfriend in their apartment for days while they go away to another city? Who knows what he's doing as we speak. Who knows who he's with?!” I sigh and get up on my feet, going back inside. “Don't put images in my head, Jess. He's away on a business trip.” I say to her for the umpteenth time in three days. “That's what you keep saying, my friend.” Jess walks up to me and guides me to the couch so we're now sitting on it. “You know I love you and I only want the best for you, right?” I nod while keeping my face neutral. “Leave Shaun. He will break your heart and leave you ruined for your soul mate. I don't want that. You're way too good for him. You know I know a guy who knows a guy, I could hook you up with someone better. And richer too.” “Jessica?” I stare intently at my best friend who is as beautiful as they come, her Brunette curly hair a perfect contrast to my ginger, wavy one. “Yes, honey?” “I'm not interested.” I deadpan and with that, we both start laughing. The conversation switches to something lighter from there. In all honesty, Jessica's comments about Shaun hasn't escaped the rational part of me. Each time she fly’s in from the UK, she always tries to change my mind about him and when that is done not once or twice but past five times, it only leaves me to wonder if Jessica is seeing something in Shaun that I'm not. Whereas Shaun isn’t necessarily my first boyfriend ever, Jessica has had so many experiences in the dating field so if she says Shaun isn't genuine, then maybe she could most definitely be speaking from experience. My mind immediately goes to that night two weeks ago when I saw that small black box in the jacket of his suit after our dinner. Sitting pretty and all shiny inside the box was a diamond ring. I had thought he didn't find the perfect time during our date to pop the question but up until now, he hasn't either. Long after Jessica leaves to catch her evening flight back to the UK, I lay in Shaun's bedroom, enveloped in the warmth of his bed that emanates his oud perfumed scent. Like a bee drawn to honey, I pick up my phone from beside me and break the one promise I made to myself when I had installed a tracker into Shaun's phone. I know I initially said it would be only for emergencies but in case you haven't noticed, there's an internal crisis going on inside me which is in fact an emergency. Finding the tracking app connected to my phone, I input Shaun's phone’s IP address and hold my breath as a green circle rolls on the screen, indicating that it’s loading. By the time it’s done loading, my breath still remains hitched in my throat and a million thoughts races through my head. Maybe, Jess was right after all. I can hear my consciousness say, but I push her voice far away. Now's not the time. The red dot on my screen indicates that Shaun is here in New Orleans. Specifically at the New Orientals Hotel, the largest hotel chain in North America. He's supposed to be in Japan on a research trip with his colleagues. Just this morning he said he wouldn't be back until Friday night and today was just… Wednesday. Before I can think better of it, I grab my jacket and car keys and in two minutes, I'm driving down to Shaun's location. There's no doubt he's cheating, exactly as Jessica had suspected. Less than twenty minutes later, I'm parked in the hotel's parking lot and despite my inner turmoil, I will myself to look unbothered as I walk into the hotel, clad in a black satin skirt and matching bodysuit. Colors that match how I feel inside. I don't stop to speak with any of the receptionists, neither do I use the elevator. I climb the stairs one at a time, until my green dot is directly aligned with Shaun's red dot. I look up and find myself in front of Room 213. My heart begins to thunder. Not from my walk on the stairs but from what lays behind the doors. Today I have decided to make peace with myself. The life I live isn't truly the one which has been destined for me since birth and Shaun's actions has just given me a reality check, reminding me that we were probably never meant to be. Probably? Oh, who am I kidding? My family’s affiliation with the mafia world would always be a barrier stopping me from having or creating anything meaningful with the real world. My knuckles connect with the cold surface of the door, sending two series of raps against it. I can hear muffled sounds behind the door but because I've had years of experience in overhearing conversations that I shouldn’t have been listening to outside the doors of my father's office, I'm able to make out the words. “Who is there?” I know for sure that that is Shaun's voice. Clearing my voice to make it sound as unrecognizable as I can muster, I reply, “Room Service.” “Babe, I think your meal is here.” “Finally! I'm famished.” That voice… If my listening wasn't as skilled as it was, I would have missed it. But… The door flies open and I'm not the only one who stands frozen in their stance. My mouth is slightly agape and it's not from the shock of seeing Shaun's equally shocked and shirtless form behind the brunette that answered the door. I'm shocked because the woman holding the door open and looking at me with a flustered face while wearing a thin material of nightwear that leaves nothing to the imagination … is Jessica.SONIA’S POV“Sonia!”“Hey Carla,” I wave at James Brooks’ secretary, a curly-haired brunette who looks up from the copy of NextDay’s latest magazine volume she’d been skimming through.Her forehead slowly creases when her eyes land on my belly, and I immediately know the next question she’s going to ask. “Aren’t you supposed to be on leave?”Right.“Turns out I can’t stay away for too long.” I keep walking without slowing my steps. I’m kinda hoping she drops the topic, but of course, she doesn’t. It’s been the norm around here lately. Everyone has a comment or two about why I seem to be overworking myself even though I’ve promised them that I’m fine.“That’s not nice,” Carla shakes her head, looking back down at her magazine as she flips another page. “For the peanuts you’re being paid, you sure are dedicated.”I shrug internally because she isn’t wrong. My salary here would barely cover half of my bills were I staying alone. But I wasn’t here because of the money, so I wasn’t bothere
AUTHOR'S POVThe grandfather clock stood tall on one wall of the men’s club, dinging faintly as midnight came.Axel sat at one end of the round table shuffling cards for their next round, while Dexter sat at the other, staring at nothing in particular, long lost in thought.All Dexter seemed to think about was how time wasn’t on his side anymore. He was lagging so far behind, that it made his insides churn.And it was all his grandpa’s fault.Or maybe, it was also his fault for underestimating the old man.When his grandpa, Alistair, had brought up the idea of giving his prized estate away to one of his boys, Dexter didn’t think he’d heard straight. He couldn’t believe his ears. That wasn’t how he’d planned on acquiring the vast estate someday. He had hoped to talk Grandpa into doing it someday, likely before he passed on.Being the cunny, old man his grandpa was, Dexter was so sure that he would have been made to take a series of tests to make sure he was prepared to own, manage, and
SONIA’S POVLucia did say to give her brother some time. But I figure three days is more than enough, and now’s the time to make my move. Josh drives me to my favorite café to get some treats, because who goes to visit someone else empty-handed? Twenty minutes later, I walk out of the building holding a cup of Matcha tea and a box of donuts for him. Everybody loves donuts, so why not?Having been to his workplace that one time with Taylor, plus with Josh’s help—seeing as he’d been Anthony’s driver and would therefore know his way around, we arrive at the building in swift time.The journey to his office is even swifter, seeing as his secretary Janet doesn’t intend pissing off her boss like the last time she’d tried holding me back. I didn’t blame her, though, and I still don’t. She had only been doing her job. Lord knows I also wouldn’t have let some random, red-headed, spectacularly good looking (If I do say so myself) chick, who hadn’t even booked an appointment, come strutting in,
SONIA’S POVIf Anthony got back last night, I certainly wasn’t aware. Not until I woke up this morning and saw the text he’d sent at around 9 p.m. saying he wouldn’t be back for the night and that I also shouldn’t stay up waiting for him.That had to be the last straw for me, and I wasn’t exactly sure why. But in my defense, in the three days Sam had been here, he didn’t stay out late. Not once. Not even on the night he’d told me that Taylor had woken up.But I do know one thing: I’m at fault for the change in his behavior. There’s no saying otherwise. He’d told me two weeks ago about his cousin, Dexter’s, wedding, which was now coming up in two weeks, and how we’d been invited as family to the groom.He obviously said we weren’t going, I mean, no surprises there. The two men would practically finish up what they’d started on the day of Taylor’s tragic accident. But then grandpa called me and asked me to convince Anthony to please show up at least, it didn’t matter if it would even be
SONIA’S POVTurns out that when you’ve got both good company and things that keep you preoccupied, the days tend to go by much more quickly, making you forget that your husband still hasn’t said more than three sentences that weren’t “How’s Hailey?” “Anything she wants is at her disposal. Let your friend know that, okay?” And “See you when I get back.”Either way, I’m great, thank you for asking.It’s been three days since the chain of events that brought Sam to my doorstep. Sam, on the other hand, has been healing quite nicely. Her back doesn’t hurt anymore, her ribs are still a bit sore, but thankfully, the doctor did assure us that nothing had been broken, so she’ll live. Her face is also beginning to look like it used to. Except for the little scar on her lips and the stitching on her neck, every other thing seems to be good.Unfortunately, Sam leaves today.She’d insisted that she was fine to go back to her place now, but when I’d told Anthony, on the occasion he hadn’t been a d
SONIA’S POV“Water, ma’am?” Both I and Sam’s attention flickers to the sound of the voice below us. Hailey. Little Hailey, as I so fondly call her, stands in front of Sam’s stool, holding out a glass of water in her small hands.“Thank you, darling.” Sam bends as carefully as she can, wincing a little due to the pain in her back, as she takes the glass from Hailey’s grip and takes a sip out of it before placing it on the kitchen counter. This little display of Hailey’s has been a constant since she walked into my room in the middle of the night after Sam had woken up and I’d helped her out of her clothes and cleaned her up properly.Hailey had stood at the foot of the bed, mouth slightly agape. She stared at Sam’s almost naked body seated on the bed, as Sam was in the process of examining her bruised face with a mirror. We had both stared at the little girl, not sure of what to do or say if she asked about Sam’s state. About a minute later, she picked her jaw off the floor, climbed
SONIA’S POV“You are one hell of a woman,” He mutters. “Me?” I scoff. “You’re the one who keeps making things difficult, Anthony. I’m trying to show you that I care here, but you keep pushing me away. Jesus!”He gets up on his feet to turn on the heater, but he doesn’t come back, creating enough s
SONIA’S POVIt takes me a minute to realize the sound of a door being shut came from my room. As soon as my brain registers it, I scramble up from my bed with as much strength as I can muster. Anthony is back home.And I’m not even scared of the fact that it might not actually have been him who ca
ANTHONY’S POVIt’s not until 3 a.m. that I walk into the familiar comfort of my home, my system filled with more alcohol than I’ve consumed in a while. I’m not drunk, though, considering I was the one who drove myself back home – at least not drunk enough. But isn’t that what every drunk or high p
ANTHONY’S POVThe first thing I do is to try not to give anything away from my expression because I can feel all eyes on me already: the one drilling holes into the back of my head, the one weighing heavily on me with disappointment, and the clueless one curiously trying to know what’s in the photo







