I Was Fated to Love You
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Authors: Abigail Barnabas
Contents
Chapter 1 Your office girl next door
Chapter 2 Darren Bells
Chapter 3 The Mishap
Chapter 4 Payback
Chapter 5 The Accidental Pregnancy Kit
Chapter 6 Meeting Matthew
Chapter 7 Letting him Know
Chapter 8 The Decision
Chapter 9 Together for Now
Chapter 10 The Agreement
Chapter 11 The Search
Chapter 12 Fatherhood
Chapter 13 Meteor Shower
Chapter 14 Birthday
Chapter 15 Her return
Chapter 16 Hurt
Chapter 17 Trouble
Chapter 18 The Final Chance
Chapter 1
Your Office Girl
Next Door
Abigail Rowling didn’t have to work hard to be
ordinary. She was ordinary in every way. Her black-rimmed specs often pressed
on the ridges of her nose, as she squinted at the glaring computer screen on a
daily basis. She tied her hair in a neat bun, and was usually clad in a typical
working attire- a standard blouse with a black skirt reaching her kneecaps. She
wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t what you would consider as stunningly beautiful as
well. She was plain.
As usual, time seemed to come to a stop
as Abigail huffed and puffed her way through the crowds at her workplace
building, to get to the lift before its doors closed. It was a humorous sight,
for Abigail was always in a hurry. She was always in a hurry to satisfy the
needs of others, being at their beck and call, whenever necessary. She was your
coffeegirl, alright.
She was carrying those piping hot
Starbucks coffees with her two hands, and the aromatic scent of coffee tingled
the noses of those who had landed in the same lift as her. The lift was so
crowded that she was literally pressed against the sweaty bodies of the two men
beside her.
Then, something inexplicable happened.
There was a horrible smell that penetrated the aromatic scent of coffee.
Someone had farted.
And no, it wasn’t Abigail.
The man looked embarrassed as he
hurriedly exited the lift door once it had reached his floor. It was the
Marketing Director of Smiths Enterprise, and he often suffered from
constipation, diarrhoea and what not. No one had laughed because it was the
usual.
At the 7
th
floor, Abigail
exited the lift and she made a wild dash towards her department- the department
of Public Relations. Ironic because Abigail wasn’t the most gregarious when it
came to forging beneficial relations with people. She was only gregarious when it
came to offering help to others. She had often wondered why she was that way,
but it was a mystery of all mysteries.
“Abby, where’s my black coffee?”
“Abby, where’s
my Espresso?”
“Abby,
can you help me check my files? I need to go for a wedding soon.”
“Abby, can
you help me complete this please? I am meeting Roger”
Abby had a small office desk beside the pantry which
was virtually out of sight unless one bothered to take a round around the
office. She was only in sight when her service was rendered and to the others,
she was contented with life and the way she was. She was just like a post-it
note which one found handy when we require a reminder, but disposable once the
job has been done.
To be honest, Abby never wanted to be so
plain, so simple and so ordinary. She was just like any girl. As cliché was it
seems, she had always longed for a prince charming to whisk her from her cruel
fate of being seemingly ignored and escort her to a place so heavenly where he
would shower her with love and affection. Wasn’t that every girl’s aspiration?
Her father had told her once, that if she had believed in something, then it
would happen. Abby’s father passed away in a car accident when she was just a
young girl of age 11. She had lived with her mother and her sisters ever since.
At home, she was equally dismissed, since her mother had never wanted her to be
born anyway, believing that Abby had added on to the family’s financial
troubles, with the bad debts that her mother had incurred from her gambling
habits. In fact, Abby was born after a failed abortion attempt. It was not that
her mother didn’t love her after Abbey had been born. It was just that her
mother did not pay as much attention to her as her other sisters who had more
dynamic personalities than her.
Abby was the youngest child of the family, and unlike
her sisters who were married, she was the only bachelorette among them. Abby’s
sister, Linda, had always pleaded with her to get married, so she could get out
of the room which she occupied in their small house at the countryside, and so
she could move back to their old home with her husband to save costs. Poor
Abby.
She wanted to marry herself
off too.
There was a particular incident which still stayed
etched to her memories. When Abby was a student in high school, she had a huge
crush on her senior, Michael. Michael was the star of the cohort, where he had
mesmerizing brown eyes and a smile which stole her heart. Well, one day, Abby
finally plucked up the courage to write a letter of confession to Michael and
left it under his desk at school. Abby had not expected a change in attitude in
Michael when he invited her to his birthday bash. Abby- the girl who was not in
the popular clique was finally invited to a birthday bash organized by the most
popular boy in school, and none other than her crush itself. She excitedly went
for the bash which was held at his beautiful white house, and to her surprise,
there was no one other than Michael himself. He had told her that the rest have
not arrived yet, and he would want to see her dance. She stupidly complied and
although she felt embarrassed, she took off her black robe, which revealed Abby
in her bright yellow bikini. He had instructed her to wear this, saying she
would look fantastic in this. Then, Abby danced to the throbbing music, with
the water from the nearby fountain spraying on her slightly. She thought that
it would have made senior Michael happy and that finally someone would have
appreciated her. Little did poor Abby expect that guffaws of laughter would
erupt from behind her, as the entire party emerged from behind the bushes and
roared with excitement. She is so stupid, they pointed and said. Yeah she is so
stupid, he said. It was a traumatic experience for Abby and that demoralized
her already-low confidence further. She was convinced that no one would ever
really love her for who she was and she was resigned to being Miss Invisible.
Nonetheless, she still yearned for a sparkle of hope where someone would love
her.
Hence, Abby had never been in a relationship before.
She was what you would call evergreen. She had just been filing sheets and
sheets of paperwork when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“ If you need me to do any work, just place a post-it
on my table”
“ It is me”
Abby stopped her work and looked right up. It was her
superior, Samuel. Samuel was the Director of the Public Relations team and was
a tall and rugged-looking man. Her heart throbbed and she felt her legs go
jelly as he spoke to her. She had always had a fascinating crush on him ever
since the first day she came to work. He had never touched her before, and
although it was just a tap, that was enough to make Abby feel electrified and
for all her sensations to become instantly magnified. It resembled the crush
she had on her senior, Michael, years back and she struggled to come back to
her senses.
“I was just wondering if you will be free for supper
later on”
Abby gaped and she went in a state of being
shell-shocked. Her face turned into a hot red flush, as she struggled to
comprehend this newfound attention he had on her.
“ err..yes.. I should be free”
“Alright,
see you later on”
So Abby and Michael went for supper later on, when
everyone had knocked off. He had been especially nice to her. Paid for her plate
of chilled desserts and invited her to watch a late-night movie, which he paid
for as well. Abby felt her world turning when he had offered his jacket to her
during the movie. For once, Abby had felt that someone had cared for her. Then,
he sent her home in his black BMW. Abby couldn’t help but feel a gush of
excitement. Had she found the one afterall?
Chapter 2
Darren Bells
It was morning and Darren Bells was hard at work in
his posh and spacious office. He was the young CEO of the company where he had
temporarily taken over his father’s duties. Darren was born with a silver
spoon, and he thanked fate for that. While others had to toil, he didn’t have
to work that hard to get to where he was. Although his mother had left him when
he was a young child, he had a doting grandmother and a father who had left an
empire for him. He had a fantastic assistant who was Daniel’s best friend as
well, James. Daniel never really had good friends in his life. He had aplenty
of friends or acquaintances, but there were few with which he could really
trust. As he was wealthy, everyone tried to befriend him and he never quite
knew who he could trust.
Darren’s phone rang and it was Tiffany. Darren and
Tiffany had been in a relationship for 3 years and they had loved each other
deeply. To Darren,Tiffany was all that he had ever wanted in a girl. She was so
beautiful, so elegant and she was a great dancer as well. Tiffany was a
professional jazz dancer and she was always having performances around the
world. He had admired the fact that she was so independent and so talented, but
he sometimes wished he had a more normal relationship. They had always relied
on the phone or the internet to maintain some semblance of what it was like to
have a relationship. Tiffany would often be gone for months for a concert, and
then return for a week or two to spend time with Darren, before poof she was
off again. He had pleaded her to change her career, but dance was her life and
her passion. One simply cannot dissociate dance from Tiffany for dance and
Tiffany are one together. It seemed as if Tiffany would lose part of her
personality if she were to quit dance. Furthermore, Tiffany’s mother would
never agree. She had been a jazz dancer herself and had trained Tiffany to
dance ever since she was a young girl.
Darren knew that he wouldn’t want to wait any longer.
He wanted to marry Tiffany, settle down, and have kids with her. Darren’s
grandmother had always urged for the both to marry as well. They weren’t that
young anymore. Darren was 29 and Tiffany was 27. She was lonely and she wanted
grandchildren.
He had requested James to arrange for a private
celebration for his birthday, where he wanted to celebrate his birthday with
Tiffany and propose to her at a cruise holiday. In fact, he had long prepared
for the proposal. He had bought the wedding ring 3 months back, kept in his
drawer, and waited for dear Tiffany to finally come home from her concerts. He
waited and waited, and finally there was one since Tiffany would fly back to
celebrate his birthday every year.
He was so excited. It would be a dream come true for
Darren if Tiffany should agree, then he wouldn’t have to fear seeing her so
little, since she had earlier agreed that if they were to be married, she would
base her dance career in New York itself.
Tiffany was an emotional wreck, having to deal with
the bitchy dances of her troop, with everyone trying to outwit one another and
win the position of the lead dancer. It was not easy being overseas. She missed
home. She missed her mother. And most importantly, she had missed Darren. She
loved him so much. She wanted so badly to be with him right now. Yet, she had
to fulfil her mother’s expectations of her. She had to be the lead dancer, be
in the spotlight, and no matter how unscrupulous she had to be, she had to make
her mother proud. She looked at her calendar and then she gasped. It would be
Darren’s birthday one week later and she would be in a very special concert
where it would propel her to immense success. The answer never seemed clearer.
It would be Darren. If she lost him, she would lose everything. She instantly
went online and purchased her return tickets to New York where she would be
awaiting him. She wondered what to get for his birthday.