Quensilla's POV
"Is this even. . . this isn't going to cover my boobs." I sigh and she glares at me. I roll my eyes, grabbing a cheaper more appropriate dress after one hour of shopping.
Everything in my hand was decent and I liked it that way.
"At least buy some of those?" She pleads and motions to the lacy undergarments. "You Granny panties are killing me!"
"Hey. ." I shush her. "They're comfortable."
"Buy them." This time, I let her take some and little did I know. Her some were over forty pairs.
"I'll never use all of this." I blink as she cashes out and she grins.
"Yes you will. I may or may jot have burned all your undies while you were at work." She cackles and I gape.
"Penelope!"
× × ×
As I returned, Daniella was sound asleep, the next door elderly lady named misses Pippins sat next to her.
"Thanks Ms . P." I grin and she returns it.
"Anytime. You need to get out more." She shakes her head, smacking my bum before leaving.
I lift my little girl, walking to her room and placing her gently on her comfy mattress. No matter what she would always have the best.
I promised myself that. . I promised her that.
I lay in her bed for a while stroking her hair, trying to count the times I would stay in the exact spot and cry.
I had always wondered what happened to him after I left, but I never had the heart to look into it. Now he's back, and under some serious circumstances.
I just need to guard my heart this time, for her sake . . and for mine.
× × ×
The next morning I'm energized and ready for work, feeding Daniella some of the good cereal that I managed to buy and she loved it. I smile warmly at her, pulling her long brown hair into a ponytail.
"Ready for school?" I ask, fixing my hair also and she nods, slipping on her bag.
I admired myself once more in the mirror, admitting that I looked good on my second day, with a red pencil skirt, that was knee length, and a pretty white chiffon blouse that actually for, even with the lacy bra which kept my boobs firmly in place. I looked good. My hair that I had recently cut, laying at my shoulder, loose and wavy. I nod in approval and Daniella rolled her eyes, an impatient look as she tapped her door, stretching her hands so I could take it.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I chuckle lightly.
I get into the car that was about to break down any day now and drove to her school, for the first time I was early.
She kisses my cheek running towards her teacher and I wave at the mean lady who just scowled at me.
I snort, reversing and heading out.
I swear, she could do whatever she wants but the day she touches my child it'll-
Wait.
Why am I stopping?
I gasp in shock as the vehicle does one jerk before halting to a stop.
In the middle of traffic.
"Crap, crap, crap." I try starting, but its gone this time.
I know I said soon, but not this soon!
Horns fill the air and I bang my head on the steering wheel. No one came out to even question me, so my anger simply spiked up as I stomped out of the vehicle.
I gave them a sarcastic smile before lifting my hands and showing all of them my middle finger. Sooner or later, a figure from a sleek black Mercedes Benz came walking towards me and I roll my eyes at Theodore.
"Care to tell me why you're riding in that death trap?" He grits.
"Because some of us couldn't make it through college." I snap and his eyes move to mine.
"Let's go." He grabs my hand and I let him pull me into his car. It had that new leather and A.c smell, I loved it. But I didn't like him.
He got into the drivers side and reversed nearly missing some cars and it reminded me of when-
Zip it.
"I just got this car. But consider it yours as I get the paper work done."
"What?" My mouth drops open.
"You heard me."
"Absolutely not." I scoff, looking through the window.
"You're my employee, I'm practically responsible for your health."
"Yes. In the company, out of the building we don't know each other." I state curtly and I can tell that he tensed.
"You're taking the car. And that's final." He states and I simply roll my eyes.
"If you think that's going to somehow get us back to where we were your dead wrong." I murmur more to myself but unfortunately. .
"I'm not the one who left." He snaps.
"I would rather you leave, in thin air, with no note than what you did to me." I gulp as every thing goes quite and the building comes into view.
He parks and I get out quickly, before realizing that I hadn't taken anything from the car.
"Dammit."
"What is it?"
"Nothing." I snap and he shrugs. Walking ahead of me.
"Are you coming?" He asks as I stand there and I bite my lip.
Should I tell him? I mean-
Hello. . .
I let my eyes travel down his muscular form, as the dark black suit clung to his every muscle.
"Quensilla." My eyes snap back to his and he has a knowing smirk.
"Do you need a ride back?"
"How'd you know?"
"Just figured." He shrugs and I sigh.
"Okay."
× × ×
The entire ride was quiet and awkward. Stiff with so many questions that no one dared to ask.
He loosened his tie a bit and I frown at the window.
"What is it that you do? Job wise?" I ask.
"I buy private islands and resell them."
"But how does your company stay that firm? Do a lot of people really buy private islands?"
"Well, if you have the right connections." He shrugs.
"How'd you do all of this? Didn't you want to become a lawyer?"
"No, my dad wanted me to become a lawyer. I wanted to be an artist and instead of sending them pictures, I draw the islands, every detail and personally give it to them."
"You never showed me your art book." It comes out of my mouth before I can stop it.
"I still can. ." He murmurs and I stay quiet at that. "Can I ask you a question now?"
I hesitate, it's only fair, so I nod.
"Why'd you leave without even saying goodbye?"
I don't draw any breaths I just stay calm, hand on my chin as I stare out the window.
"The person I loved didn't even give me a chance to fight for what we had. . why would I give him one?"
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Covered (DISCONTINUED)
RomanceQuensilla is back, finally living her life with her adopted daughter there's only one problem. Money. Leaving everything in the past, she got an interview, moving on happily, but the past has other plans.