Novels by Moyo

Rosa’s POVI was taking the kitchen’s emergency exit door when I heard footsteps in the kitchen. “Rosa?”Fuck!It was Aex. I bit my lips and tried to tiptoe out when I heard his voice again. “I can see you.”I stopped and turned around. How I hated to be in this situation. I had to explain myself. I was so sure he thought very little of me.“I don’t know how I got to be here…and if we had sex - I don't know why we did it again. It’s like the saying: "Fool me twice, shame on me…”God, I was blabbing. And he was finding it funny.“This was a mistake. I swear, I was in a bar..”He was the one stalking me. “I can’t remember everything after that. This was a mistake."He lowered his brows in a way that made him suddenly looked dangerously handsome, and walked up to me. My feet felt like rock. They couldn’t move.He stopped a few inches. He was too close that I felt he could feel the pounding of my heart against my ribcage. “You were drunk, Rosa,” he said.News flash: that’s what heartb

Alex’s POV Seven hours ago… I was in a meeting when my phone buzzed. I stared at the screen. Rosa was out drinking again. How special was this lover that she would keep drowning in alcohol? I stood up, cutting the speaker mid-sentence. “This meeting will hold another time,” I said. “I have something important to attend to.” I was out before the COO would protest and stress the importance of the meeting. Outside, I got into my ride and instructed the driver to take me to he bar where Rosa was. She was a mess when I walked up to her. “You…” She grinned drunkedly and tapped a space on the table. “Have a seat with me and drink. Money’s on…me,” she slurred. I grabbed a chair and snatched the bottle off her hand. “Why are you doing this?” “He called me uglyyyy…” she cried. “Now I know why sex is always a choreeee.” She slammed her fist against the table. “Do you think I’m ugly? Say the truth.” Anyone who said she was ugly had no taste for beauty. “I’ve been a foollll.” I

Rosa’s POVThe woman’s laughter rang in my head like a fire alarm I couldn’t silence.“Do you!”His voice shattered all the pent up emotions I held. I sobbed. “You see it, don’t you?” he continued, unmoved by my tears. “You are ugly, Rosa. You have no dress sense.”“She dresses like a clown. I could hide my grandma in that shirt.”“You’re insecure and you have a complex.”I bit my lips so hard that they trembled and I tasted blood. “Why do you think I would be with someone like you?”“And Taylor,” I managed to say. “She’s better than me because she has a ring in her pussy?”He chortled. “Oh, Taylor. This isn’t Taylor. Taylor was willing to have a three some with you. She’s a side piece who knows her place. But Nancy Hart is my woman.”I wiped the tears from my face and moved from the mirror. “You’ve made your choice and I’ll respect it,” I said, gathering all the strength I could. I wished Patra was here. Maybe i would have been bolder to say a lot of things. “I’ve only come for my

Rosa’s POV For a moment, I thought it was the after effect of drinking too much. Maybe I was imagining things. So I stared intently at the paper, so much that I felt my eyes would fall. Contract marriage. Three years. Alex Kane. Rosa Castillo. It was true. What the fuck?! Were all the men in America suddenly sick? Just because we had a one night stand - which shouldn’t have happened in the first place - it didn’t mean anything. I pushed the paper away, angry now. “I don’t need this,” I said firmly. I wasn’t a charity case. Neither did I need his pity. I was done with men and their cheating ways. He was smiling smugly. “You can’t undo it, Rosa,” he said, grinning widely. “You’ve signed it already.” I reached for the piece of paper and tore it. “I don’t need you…or anyone!” My chest was rising with indignation. I took a deep breath. He was still my boss and I needed this job. “I’m sorry for yelling,” I said. “I don’t need a marriage right now. What I need …” I sighed

Rosa’s POV“What is wrong with you?”Patra stood by the door, hand on the knob, in her usual bonnet. I wobbled in, too distracted to say anything. “I need a breather.”I heard the closing of the door behind me. It sounded very much like the closing of the chapter with Charly. A chapter he had won.I fell on the couch and let out an air of exasperation. “You're drunk, Rosa,” I heard Patra state the obvious. “Tell me, how did it go?”I had no intention of letting Patra know that my marriage all this time to Charly was a sham and I had just been fucked by Alexander Kane.Hell, no.I rested my head against the chair. “I'm officially separated from Charles.”Not that many people would know. In fact, it was only Patra that knew I was married to Charles Baker. So, I wasn't going to meet a pity party at work tomorrow.That should count as luck, shouldn't it?“You should fight for a good share of alimony,” Patra suggested.If only she knew I was officially homeless. When I didn't respond, s

Rosa’s POVI pushed the office door open, and the heavy stench of alcohol told me I had bumped into a man probably shattered as I was.He raised his head, those blue eyes watching me as I wobbled forward.“What are you doing here, drunk?” He asked, when I stopped.I scoffed and spread a tired smile on my face. “I hear misery loves company.”I sat uninvited and grabbed a free bottle of wine. He didn't stop me. Only watched.I didn’t care if he pitied me. I had one mission tonight. And I needed another bottle of wine for audacity. My teeth pulled off the cork ferally and I downed the liquid, ignoring the burning in my throat. “Why are you here, Ms. Castillo.”It was Mrs. Baker, soon to be Ms,. Castillo. But it didn’t matter right now. I had no desire to tell my boss that my husband was Charles Baker, top rival to the company and I had been planted to sabotage every step made by his father to try to bring down Baker Tech.I tilted the bottle to the side, my head moving in the same direc