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The Forbidden Apple

The Forbidden Apple

Leen S

Update: 2022-03-11

Chapter 1

  • “What’s your name?”
  • The woman asked smiling, Kiara knew the woman. Well, everyone knew the woman,
  • Iris Brooks, the woman was married to the richest man in England, Adrian Brooks.
  • The woman’s blue eyes met Kiara’s green ones.
  • “Kiara, Kiara Adams”
  • Kiara said looking down at her feet. The woman’s friends were all looking at
  • Kiara who cowered. She feared losing her job and being called by to the table
  • by the woman, she was frightened “Mrs. Iris, if I did anything wrong, I
  • apologize, but please…”
  • “Mrs. Iris is very
  • much pleased with your work, Kiara” my manager said stopping the worried girl
  • who frowned in confusion looking at him. The manager had hired her after she
  • begged him to, having lost three jobs already, the girl couldn’t afford losing
  • the forth. She had a sister to take care of, as well as rent to pay. That is at
  • least until her sister got her first pay check.
  • “Yes, I spoke to Mr.
  • Gustave and was wondering if you were interested in working as a waitress in
  • the Brooks company. My husband has a strict diet and I need someone to tend to
  • his needs when I’m not with him and you know, when he’s at work. Well, I can’t
  • really be sure what he is or he’s not eating and I don’t want him getting ill”
  • Mrs. Iris said casually. Her friends looked at her with envy, everyone who knew
  • the woman was impressed by her, the way she walked, talked, dressed. The woman
  • was always the center of attention wherever she went.
  • “Me? But…”
  • “I am willing to
  • offer you triple what you’re being paid here. Whatever the job is, and you’ll
  • also be my concierge during my events during the weekends, and I’ll be paying
  • you a hundred pounds per hour for the job” Mrs. Iris said stopping Kiara from
  • questioning anything, she wanted to be sure that the girl accepted the job. But
  • she didn’t want her questioning her, she simply wanted her to accept, and by
  • making such offers, she knew that there was no way that the girl would reject
  • her offer.
  • “Of course, I’d love
  • to work for you Mrs. Iris, but what if you don’t like my work? or your husband?
  • You know, I have never been inside a company let alone worked in one” Kiara
  • said looking at the woman with frightened eyes, she didn’t want to lose the
  • offer. But she wasn’t going to lie about her abilities, the girl hadn’t even
  • entered college, the chance that she had escaped her fingers when her mother
  • sent her and her sister to London. The two were to find a way to survive and
  • Kiara wanted her sister to complete her studies, to go to college and get a
  • degree. Therefore, she made the choice to work double and sometimes triple
  • shifts to be able to get enough income to pay for her sister’s university fees,
  • rent, water and electricity, and of course, for them to be able to survive the
  • tough, expensive life of London.
  • “A training will be
  • offered by my maid Maria, don’t worry about that. She will let you know how
  • everything goes, she’ll show you what to do and what not to do, the job should
  • be easy for a smart girl like yourself” Mrs. Iris was a sweet talker, everyone
  • knew that. Even Kiara, magazines were always filled with her pictures and
  • different comments from her. She loved being in the spotlight, at least that is
  • what Kiara saw “this is my driver’s number, if you’re interested, call him and
  • he’ll pick you up wherever you are and bring you over. Maria will explain
  • everything to you and you can start with your first job as my concierge. I’ll
  • see how you are and we’ll discuss further details”
  • “And if you don’t
  • like the job, your place is always open in the restaurant whenever you wish to
  • return. I already spoke to Mr. Gustave and he’s agreed to my terms, you don’t
  • need to worry” Mrs. Iris said smiling.
  • “We all know that
  • she’s the best in her job, otherwise you wouldn’t have chosen her Iris” A
  • woman, Mrs. Iris’s friend, Kylie, said smiling at me. Her brown eyes met
  • Kiara’s green ones as she moved her hand in front of the women while she spoke,
  • clearly showing off the ring and watch she had on. Another thing that Mrs. Iris
  • didn’t do, the woman never showed off what she wore. At least not in front of
  • media, but everyone spoke of her beauty.
  • “It would be an
  • honor working for you Mrs. Iris, thank you so much for this opportunity. I
  • won’t let you down” Kiara said and the women looked at one another, both of
  • them smiling as they watched the girl who was about to jump from excitement.
  • The amount was larger than any that she’s ever earned. Hell, the job that she
  • was working offered one of the highest minimum wages she’s ever earned.
  • “Well then, I should
  • be expecting you tomorrow” Mrs. Iris said smiling and Kiara nodded at her. Mr.
  • Gustave smiled at Kiara and put his hand on thee woman’s shoulder, he squeezed
  • it gently and Kiara looked at him.
  • “Kiara, go out the
  • door without telling anyone of anything. Pick up your things and just go” Mr.
  • Gustave said lowly, he obviously didn’t want the other workers to know of this,
  • they would be jealous and might cause an issue that he didn’t want in front of the
  • costumers.
  • “Alright, I’ll see
  • you tomorrow Mrs. Iris”
  • “Until tomorrow,
  • Kiara darling”
  • ******************************
  • Kiara:
  • “What do you mean
  • you quit?” Grace asked me with wide eyes. I rolled my eyes at my little sister
  • who came to conclusions without even waiting to listen. Though I didn’t really
  • expect her to listen. I already expected her reaction.
  • “I did not QUIT
  • Grace! I got a better offer, three times my salary to be the waitress of Adrian
  • Brooke, and a concierge of his wife when she had her events, plus bonuses, plus
  • yearly raises!” I said looking at her, she nodded not looking excited. Well,
  • technically Mrs. Iris didn’t state the whole offer, but going through my phone,
  • I checked the payments of the Brooke Inc. and bloody hell were they great.
  • “And what are you
  • going to become afterwards? Head of waitresses or head of concierges?" Grace
  • mocked and I rolled my eyes at her “Kiara, why don’t you do something for your
  • future? go back to college, maybe start over? You’ve stopped so many
  • opportunities since…”
  • “You know what
  • happened the last time I tried doing so Grace, and these bills need to be paid,
  • my college expenses will be too much for us to handle” I said looking my sister
  • in the eye. Her eyes softened knowing what I was talking about. She was right,
  • I did stop many opportunities. Some which I was forced to stop myself from
  • taking, but now wasn’t the time to talk about this.
  • “I can work for the
  • two of us, you have done that for me before…”
  • “Grace, no! You saw
  • how exhausting it was for me and I don’t want you going through the same thing”
  • I said stopping her from finishing her sentence “plus, when I’m married to Thomas,
  • I won’t even need this job”
  • “Marry Thomas?
  • Kiara, you and I both know what he’s after, please stop lying to yourself about
  • a hopeless relationship with a man you don’t even love!” Grace snapped and I
  • glared at her as she raised her voice making her shy back “I’m sorry, that’s
  • not what I meant”
  • “I loved once Grace,
  • you saw how it ended. Both of us ended up broken, it would’ve been a hell of
  • lot easier for us if there was a reason behind our break up, but there was
  • none! Okay? No bloody damn reason! Therefore, when I choose to marry money
  • instead of love it’s because of a fucking reason!” I snapped at my sister who
  • was now taken back my reaction. She took a step back, I rarely snapped out of
  • being frustrated or broken, and especially not at Grace.
  • “You still love him,
  • don’t you?” Grace asked and I closed my eyes and wiped the tears that fell from
  • my eyes. My sister’s eyes softened and she took a careful step toward me,
  • wrapping her arms around me hugging me as I tried calming myself down, my heart
  • clenching and unclenching as I relived the pain of a heartbreak again. I hated
  • being this way, and I hated what happened and how it happened. But I couldn’t
  • turn back time now.
  • “Go love, do what
  • you see right. I’ll be by your side through every step okay?” Grace said
  • pulling away to look me in the eye. She wiped the tears that fell from my eyes
  • and kissed my cheeks like I would do to her when she would cry, which was a
  • rare occasion. But it did happen every once in a while when everything got too
  • much on her, which was one of the main reasons why I never exposed my pain, not
  • wanting to add on her worry about things about us. Having seen us rise from
  • bottom, the two of us came to London with nothing but a rented apartment which
  • had food as mother had rented it for us when she forced us to leave home as to
  • be sure that I never got back to him.
  • I gave her a weak
  • smile, and tried calming my breathing as my phone rang. Checking the caller ID,
  • I found that Thomas was calling my eyes widening as I remembered that we had
  • agreed to meet up for a date. Clearing my throat, I answered the phone making
  • sure to keep my voice under control as I didn’t want him hearing my voice being
  • weak or sad.
  • “Hello love” I said
  • calmly.
  • “Hi beautiful, are
  • we still on for tonight?” He asked.
  • “Yes, I just need to
  • get ready, I just got back from work, then we can go, yeah?” I said calmly.
  • “Sure, meet me at
  • The Grill at eight?” He asked. He had never come over to pick me up until
  • today, I had never objected or cared. But after four months of dating I figured
  • that he’d at least want to know where I lived, maybe come over to watch a
  • movie, but nothing, he never even asked to.
  • “Alright, see you
  • then”
  • With that said we
  • hung up and I looked at Grace who smiled. Nodding for me to go and get ready
  • which I did quickly not wanting to be late as it was already seven.
  • ***************************
  • “How do I look?” I
  • asked Grace turning around. I was wearing a royal blue sleeveless shirt and a
  • white jacket on top of it, not wanting to look cheap, and white skinny jeans.
  • “You look lovely”
  • Grace said smiling. Her hands messing my curly hair adding volume to it. I had
  • already applied a light shade of makeup, making sure to spark my blue eyes with
  • mascara, and nude colored lipstick.
  • “What time is it?” I
  • asked Grace. I had showered, fixed my hair, and got dressed as fast as I could,
  • though I didn’t know what time it was. Hoping that I wasn’t late, I looked at
  • my phone checking the time and gasped when I saw that it was already seven
  • forty and I had twenty minutes to reach The Grill.
  • “I’m going to be
  • late!” I said kissing her cheek and Grace shook her head at me helping me wear
  • my white coat, and I ran out the door to catch the bus at the bus stop.
  • “Good evening miss”
  • the bus driver said smiling. He was a middle-aged man who was used to seeing me
  • running toward the bus that it stopped phasing him since I used to run to get
  • on the bus and of the bus when I had two jobs.
  • “Good evening Mr.
  • Gerard” I smiled getting inside to sit down. Not even bothering to show him my
  • bus pass as he already knew that I had it with me.
  • It was twenty-five
  • minutes later when we reached The Grill and I mentally slapped myself at being
  • five minutes late. But I could just say that it was traffic, it wasn’t like I
  • would be lying.
  • “Hi” I said walking
  • inside, consierge smiled at me “Thomas Brooke”
  • Yes, I was dating the
  • Thomas Brooke. Son of Mrs. Iris herself, despite me knowing the man’s mum. He
  • never bothered bringing her up to any conversation and knowing him, I was well
  • aware that he lived in his own apartment. Though he never really invited me
  • there, but rumors had it that he sometimes stayed at his parent’s mansion.
  • “He’s inside, let me
  • show you your table” the concierge said smiling. I nodded and walked in behind
  • him as he guided me toward the table, finding Thomas sitting and having ordered
  • water for me as he knew that I didn’t drink and whatever drink he was drinking.
  • “I’m sorry I’m late”
  • I said smiling. Thomas got up and kissed my cheek before walking to my side and
  • taking out my chair for me allowing me to sit before he went back to his seat,
  • both of us smiling at one another.
  • “How are you? I went
  • to the café today but didn’t find you, did something happen?” Thomas asked
  • sounding concerned.
  • “No, no, I got a
  • better job offer, I’ll be checking it out tomorrow” I said smiling, Thomas
  • seeming uninterested nodded not saying a word. Him and I had met at the café,
  • he used to come there almost every day with his friends, and our meetings were
  • on a daily basis. Then he started getting busy when he became a partner of his
  • father’s company that he came once a week, though the change would’ve bothered
  • any other female, it didn’t bother me. I was honestly proud that he was
  • building himself, I never even asked why we wouldn’t meet for weeks, as long as
  • we called one another, or texted, that was enough for me.
  • “How’s everything
  • with you? Dad’s company?”
  • “Everything’s fine,
  • a little hectic, but it’s going well” Thomas said smiling, I nodded giving him
  • a soft smile “look Kiara, my family is out of the house for tonight, and I was
  • thinking that maybe we go back to my place since it’s empty”
  • “Excuse me?” I asked
  • frowning in confusion.
  • “You know, spend
  • time, intimate time, you and me?” Thomas said smirking, his eyes darkening in a
  • look which I did not recognize.
  • “Unless I’m going to
  • meet your family, why would I be going to your house, Thomas? And especially
  • that way, in hiding like some criminal” I asked frowning in confusion.
  • “Why would you be
  • meeting my family? Of course, the house would have to be empty for you to come over.
  • Do you realize what would happen if my family or anyone found out about us?” Thomas
  • asked and my eyes widened at his words “I wanted to hang out for fun”
  • “Fun? You mean you
  • wanted to get into my pants?” I asked raising my voice slightly. Not caring
  • that I was catching the attention of the people who were sitting around us.
  • Thomas frowned and looked around trying to hide his face.
  • “Why would I want
  • anything else to do with a girl like you? Have you seen the difference between
  • our classes? Where you come from and where I come from?” He mocked. My eyes
  • widened at his words and I quickly got up, rushing out of the restaurant not
  • even looking back at him.
  • I reached the door
  • and closed my eyes before going back and throwing a few pounds on the table
  • knowing that they were a hell lot more than what my water glass cost. If it did
  • l cost anything to begin with, my face inches from the man who was sitting
  • looking at me with wide eyes.
  • “Don’t you ever call
  • me again” I warned turning my heels to walk out of the restaurant.
  • “Why would I? You
  • were nothing but a pawn to me” he yelled making my heart drop at his words. I
  • didn’t bother looking back at him, having no answer to give him as I wiped the
  • tears that fell from my eyes, women and men were looking at me, all of them
  • sharing the same apologetic look, some even gossiping between them.
  • “Fuck you Thomas, I
  • will show you who the pawn is”