Novels by Sylvia Inksworth

(ALICE'S POV).Next morning was awkward, tension clouding the whole penthouse. I did my best to avoid him, but how could I, it was his fucking house, and my fucking husband!“Morning.” He greeted with the same sexy morning voice that always sends heat to my belly. But now, I didn’t care about the effects.I nodded. I was on a mission to not talk to him, till whenever.“You look good. Team dinner later?” he spoke again.I wore navy blue blazers, white knee length boots, and a black mini bag to match. My hair was tied into a messy bun, and a light makeup adorned my face. I knew I looked good, and he was right, we have a team dinner later. But I wasn’t ready to talk to him. I grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and headed out, wondering how his face looked like behind me at my lack of acknowledgement. I met Jordan at the entrance, and seeing him made me feel guilty again. I don’t know what Alex is thinking, but I knew it was entirely my fault for bringing him up. I mean he has the p

(ALEX POV) ‘Jordan. Who the fuck is Jordan?’ I scoffed, throwing myself lazily on the bed. I dialed Brad’s number, my personal assistant.“ Mr. Alex. Is anything wrong?” his voice sounded worried from the other end, and I would not even blame him, cos why was I calling him at this hour.“ No… no, nothing is wrong. I just want you to help me look into something.”“ What is it? I can look into it right away.” I could hear his sheets shuffle in the background; he was getting out of bed.“ Don’t worry. I will text you the details, you can look it up tomorrow.” As much as I wanted to know who Jordan was, I’m pretty sure I could wait till the next day. I swallowed whatever curiosity I had and went to bed.The next morning, I still have not gotten Jordan off my mind. But I still have more pressing priorities to attend to. I was going to meet with international clients for a construction project in place of my grandma. So, I moved to our villa to have a talk with her.“ These are the final

(ALICE'S POV).I sat opposite Alex, staring a hole at the food in front of me.“ How was your first day?” he asked, jolting me back.“ I mean it was… cool… except I was introduced to the team during lunch break.” He gave a short laugh.“ Why was that?”“ Apparently, they were so very busy when I came in the morning. Something about a huge project.” I shrugged.He nodded. “ don’t worry, you’ll fit in just fine.”Well, I guess fitting in is never going to happen for me. Not after knowing that Claire is the head of design. She wasn’t surprised to see me, of course she’d be the first to know that a new intern will be joining the team.(FLASHBACK)“ Oh, our new intern!”“ What are you doing here?” I asked, a very stupid question by the way.“ I’m an intern too, duh” she laughed.I got closer, dropping the files on her desk and turned to leave.“ You are at rock bottom Alice.” I turned. “ You should also know that you are never going to permanently work here. Not on my watch.”I scoffed. “

(ALICE'S POV). The alarm blared beside me and I woke up energized, like nothing happened yesterday. I stretched, brushed, took a shower and breezed down to fix myself breakfast….hoping I do not run into ‘my husband’. “Morning.” His voice vibrated behind me. Husky. Sexy. I turned maintaining composure, “ Good Morning Alex.” I smiled lightly, noticing his dark circles. I guess someone didn’t sleep well last night. “I see you are…. almost ready.” He continued walking down the stairs and so did I. “Yes.” He walked pass me towards the fridge, grabbing a jar of milk and some fruits. “ Cereals?” I nodded. I sat opposite him, taking my cereals quicky. I was so excited, for my new job of course. “ Slowly wife.” I choked, not looking up. I could feel his amusement from across the table. “ I see you don’t want to talk to me.” I faced him, “ we have nothing to talk about.” I shrugged. “ We didn’t even consummate our marriage.” I gave him a its-not-funny face that got him rolling.

(ALICE) My heels clicked softly on the stairs as I gracefully descend into Alex’s gaze. The silk emerald green dress, the silver heels, the silver jewelries he got me and a sleek designers purse completed my look. “You look beautiful,” he said, extending his hands towards me to help me down. I gave a forced smile, “You’re quite in character for tonight.” “Oh come on Alice, you can’t even accept a compliment from me? I meant it.” He smiled. I turned to him. “Thank you.” “Here.” He brought out a small black box, “It’s a ring .” “For?” “We’re engaged,” he gave me a how- could- I- forget look. “It’s an engagement ring,” he gently took my hands in his and slipped the sleek diamond ring onto my finger. It’s so pretty. He really thinks about everything. We drove off and about thirty minutes later we were at the MAYFIELD VILLA. I resisted ogling like a fool and just clung to Alex for our all night long pretend scheme. The dining hall was beautifully kept. His grandmo

(ALICE’S POV) “What was that?” I clicked my door shut, leaning on it for a sec. My hand flew to my face, rushing over to the mirror to see my red face. “I hope he didn’t see that!” “He’s pleading early as my husband? Seriously, did he have to whisper it? He totally caught me off guard.” I mumbled, plunging onto my bed. I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. My life was like a movie, a big thriller about my messy life. Yes, anyone would feel lucky to marry a billionaire but… maybe I shouldn’t have accepted his proposal. This is all a prop and it can flop anytime. I can’t afford to be used again. The only thing I can do now is find a job and make money, then I can break free anytime. I pulled up the duvet, covering my face and drowning my thoughts. I woke up the next morning to an email. 'Dear Alice Sanders, We are delighted to inform you that you have been selected for the Interior Design Internship position at Mayfield Interiors, a subsidiary of the Mayfield G