"Taron?" Rebecca asked as Taron picked up the calla. "Becca? Why do you sound so worried?" Taron sounded tired and Rebecca felt bad almost immediately. “I am so sorry, were you sleeping before I called?” Rebecca asked. “Yes, but I’ve been sleeping for quite some time already and you woke me up just in time.” Taron responded. “Just in time to do what?” Rebecca asked. “Just in time to talk to you.” Taron responded and Rebecca smiled a bit. “So, talk to me baby girl,” There were shuffling noises before Taron let out a sigh. “what happened? You sound like you’re down.” “I’m sorry, it’s just that something happened and I wanted to talk to you about it.” Rebecca said in a small voice. “Again, don’t apologize, we are in this together; tell me what happened exactly.” Taron said and Rebecca nodded before she realized that Taron could not see her. “So, Loraline called.” Rebecca said, as if expecting a reaction from Taron. “Who’s Loraline?” Taron asked. “H

Loraline came back the next day, and Rebecca tried her best to ignore her cousin for being so terrible, but she could not take it when Loraline raised her legs up when she was sweeping. "How useless can you be?" Rebecca asked her cousin who stood up immediately to glare at her. "Excuse me?" Loraline said, standing up. "You heard me right, the day I came back home, you didn't come back until late at night, and you know that your mother is bedridden, what if I wasn't here?" Rebecca asked. She knew that her cousin was terrible, but it seemed like she had become much more worse over the years. "What is your deal with that?" Loraline asked. It was her house anyway. "I come here, bring you food and offer my help, and you just lay around uselessly, what does that say about you as a person?" Rebecca was angry. She could have been working in her clean, air conditioned office, or could have been with her wonderful boyfriend, but here she was with her annoying cousin who lived in

Taron's head was not in one place. He was discussing the future of one of his companies which was suddenly undergoing a loss, and not only that, but leak of information too. That meant that a trusted individual was ratting out, and Taron hated rats. Humans and the animals alike. "We've stopped the bleeding, sir." His doctor came out to tell him and Taron sighed as his worries became less. "Thank you, how is she doing?" Taron asked. "Luckily, no vital organs were hit." The doctor said and Taron sighed. "That's a miracle." Taron whispered. "Yes, but she has lost a lot of blood, and while the possibility of her dying due to that is low, there is a chance that she will pass out for a very long time." The doctor said. "How long are we talking about here? I need figured." Taron asked impatiently. "It might take a few hours to a few days." The surgeon looked away for a second. "Is she asleep right now?" Taron asked. The doctor looked down nervously. "No, actually,

Rebecca had mostly spent all the time that she had after coming back from that traumatizing visit in bed. Taron’s bed. What surprised her was the fact that they had not done anything sexual since her return. All he did was feed her, get maids to assist her during bath time and other things and she was extremely grateful for it. She had not known that she would eventually be in so much pain as the surgery seemed to be such a breeze for her. Rebecca was walking around, looking for what to do, as Taron had temporarily relieved her of her duties until she recovered fully, and she had a lot of people at her beck and call. “But I have a responsibility to the office.” Rebecca had said stubbornly when Taron told her not to think about leaving. “And I have a responsibility to my girlfriend. We’d see which responsibility would outweigh the other, won’t we?” Taron chuckled. “I’m so tired.” Rebecca said to one of the guards who stood behind her. “Maybe you should go in and lie dow

“You like to talk a lot, don’t you?” The tall man in a suit asked the lady in an afro who was in their group. “Excuse me for giving my opinion.” The woman merely said and continued to speak. Taron admired her confidence. “I’m just saying, you have been talking for quite a while.” The man said again and the lady turned to look at him. “Preston, is it? Are you trying to limit my freedom of speech because I’m black, or because I’m a woman?” She said. “I’m just saying. Most women that I’ve met don’t talk a lot, it’s terrible, you’re not married, are you?” Preston had a smug smirk and Taron fought the urge to tell him off. “Only by choice, honey.” She said and turned back to continue talking about the last charity event that she went to. Taron was at a charity event, but this one was not set for the night time, and Taron felt that Rebecca had not recovered well enough to start going to these things again. Rebecca, of course, had disagreed heavily, but he had ended up as