icidal life.” He said the last part to himself. “My name is Keenan Hilton, you

ke hands, she cannot ignore how soft his hand is and also

not how it’s done.” These words run out of her mouth before she can control it and at these words, his calm expre

st come in her way? This has always given her trouble, and now s

glance down at the busy street, “but I thought you were special.” He turns to her and his gaze sweeps over her, from her short, curly, black hair down to her slightly exposed chest

nal thought, but at least he knows his thoughts a

aking this too far? She asks herself. Special? E

terally before, making him wonder if the lady he just employed is mentally sane even as she is

ed for last night.’ She tells herself and when she looks up, he’s staring a

ou said that out and I’m thinking that’s how you normally think-talk so I’m go

ck, “So when shall I st

on, “Kate, come take Miss Klean here and show her to her o

ter fidgeting with her finger for a while, she breaks the awkward s

look. “I never said I was

begins, pointing out wh

once again she spots his Italian assent and the way he just called her

r Kate to come and take the handful cal

before walking with his secretary to the door, “I will see you around, Miss Klean.” he tells her an

id she was special? Or is she ju

o gain sexual favours from her. He’s not that man, or at least s

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tain dew. Varisha returns her smile and collects the drink from her hand. “So, how did your day go? A

ay at Stanford University and, like the perfect match that the

udies. Alia’s father is the united ambassador of peace to Mexico and had fallen in love with her mother, who was a practising nurse in Mexico. They got married during his v

esidence visa, after Varisha alerted him of Alian ex abusive b

had gotten so close that even after graduation; they rent an apartment and stay together and pursue their master’s degree a

b,” she can’t help

the table and changing it to E! “Come here.” She taps on the unfilled side of the couch where Varisha knows sh

nd seats down. “So how did it go, Vary? Was Keenan Hilton reall

le Keenan? Then why d

out too distracted with the f

ly, girl?” She squeals and used her hand as a fan to fan herself from much he

He probably meant no harm by it, besides it’s not like I’m goi

ces at her like she was crazy, then n

of her boyfriend’s name. “Don’t do that Alian, he’s my boyfri

prised because Alian didn’t like him because she was always the jovial and friendly one of the two of them. Although she

e for not seeing what it is you see in him, I’m not the one in love am I?” she count

ding to Vary, he was shorter than she was, four inches shorter vulgar in speech, and always had his eyes on either Alian boobs or

e and twenty-eight-inch waistline, and her hips thirty-eight inches. She has the perfect shape every girl, including Vary, dreams of having, but that’s not all there is to her though, she’s really smart and talented, and it

oo carnal and bad for you.” She points out to her friend like she already has a m

ement. “I think you’re with him because he bears the same name as your brothe

g and answering Alain's one-billion

ong incidents.” Vary pours the last of her so

mother of five years and she believes what she’s seeing and called me Lucifer.” She barks out a laugh. “I al

with her crankiness. “You signed in to that drama, name-calling with crazy people, the mom

ility like I can just grow balls over th

lls literally,” she argues, her point bein

ys wanted to do was be a good wife. She was never there for me when growing up an

u going to d

l not change my mind now, ‘cause I’m told it g

build and if you ever want t

s you’re rig

e blues Vary exclaims. “Oh heavens, our year anniversary is tomorrow

Alain asks absentmindedly, h

smiles widely. “It

iend would react and so, smiling, she takes Vary’s hand into hers and smiles. “You’re gonna figure some

nk y

TV and eating junk food. The rest of the night,