* Flashback*" Can I help you ?" A stranger made his way towards me, a smile graving is face.
" Yes please. " I replied, face full of gratitude.
" So ?" He asked snapping me out of my day dream.
" Is this Green valley Estate ?" I replied grateful to get directions. Who knew where I'd end up off not for him. It was certain as I couldn't ask my parents for help since I was still angry with them.
" Yes. Where exactly are you going ?" He continued, interrupting my thoughts.
" Parker residence. " I replied still confused.
" You mean Penelope and Harris Parker ?" He asked again.
" Yeah. You know them ?" I questioned the stranger even more.
" Yh. We are neighbors actually. Their place is right about there." He said pointing to a semi detached bungalow.
" Oh thank you so much." I thanked him with a huge smile swaying around my cheeks.
" No problem really." He said, still unable to take my eyes off him.
" I better get going now." I said waving him good bye.
* End of flashback*
That's how we both met fo the first time though during our second official meeting, I figured out he was already married.
" Welcome to our home." The same stranger welcomed I, my uncle and aunty into his home. A beautiful lady standing by his side, probably his sister.
" Hi Tessa." Aunt Penny greeted giving her a party hug.
" You look beautiful, I must say."
" Sure. My wife is always beautiful." He voiced out, slightly brushing his lips on her hair.
" Come on in." Tessa led everyone to the table.
After awhile, I got to know his name. Ken. His name was Ken. Just then I realized how charming he looked, even more handsome than the last time they met.
Having dinner and small ted talks, I gradually got accustomed to the family. The home was quiet,they had no kids and they seemed happy.
Luckily I got a job offer that same night. My very first interview. And it was with Ken. My strange yet charming hopefully new boss.
Getting ready for my job the following Monday. I quickly jumped out of bed. The Parker residence was now my new home, at least for the main time. Till I am able to come to the terms of my parents divorce.
Taking a quick yet delicate bath, running some flower blossom lotion down my brownish pale skin. I wore something professional. A denim skirt and perfectly fitted sleeves. Packing my hair into a french bun, I took a folder containing my resume and left quickly for my interview.
James Willison , my supposedly new manager, the executive head of the media department was supposed to meet me on day one and help me settle down at the office. I arrived on time reaching the floor I was to be co-located with James. Guess what he arrived late.
I have little patience for tardi people so I decided to give him a piece of my mind when I saw him.
Nothing could have had prepared me for what happened next though. He arrived like a model on a ramp walk tall , lean with short black hair and bright piercing brown eyes. A french beard adorned his face like it was made for him. He made his way towards me while greeting people on his way. A beautiful smile gracing his face as always.
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Scarred Hearts
ChickLitWhen we seem to search for love more than the air we breath, it becomes a search that may just last forever. Tessa young and virtuous, she never felt loved but yet she knows the definition because it was what she craved. Living through her abusive m...