"My decision is final. I will be back in six months. You should be married by then or every inheritance goes to your brother," Mr Herbert Norman's voice was one filled with bitterness-hushed resentment. Sylvester lowered his gaze, too proud to show the visible chagrin on his face. He couldn't conceal the agony trussing his voice. "You know why I can't settle down."
Mr Herbert Norman snaps."Oh, downright I do. Come on, that was five years ago Sly, it wasn't your humiliation alone but our families' too. You have to move on." Mr Herbet Norman poured himself a glass of tequila and gulped it down in the hope the alcohol will give him the confidence he needs to hide his hidden pain on the events of that fateful day.
"So easy for you to say - you weren't the one involved and it's not your name snaking on the lips of the media." Sylvester sat on the custom furniture opposite his father. This study used to be his favourite place is this villa. This is where his father took him through everything about the company when he graduated from college seven years ago. At twenty-seven, Sly had taken the company beyond Mr Herbet Norman's expectation.
"Trust me, son, everyone feels your pain but it's time we leave the past right where it belongs." Something told Sly there was some kind of mischief behind his father's strange behaviour but, the man before him would not open up.
He recalled the events of the past. The mere thought seemed like ripples of pain. Unintentionally, he stamped his foot on the marble floor. "No Dad, I am not getting married to any woman and that is final," His face turned ghastly and Mr Herbet Norman only wished there was a way to take away the pain his son felt. He was not one to show emotion - he would rather force his way in and out of the situation.
"Then you should prepare to leave the management of the family's fortune to your junior brother," he gasped. But Sly could see a force meandering behind his words.
"This isn't about me, is it? Just another ploy for me to hand over my hard work to yet another sorry dumb head. Tell me the truth. Are you even my father?"
Mr Herbet Norman had lost his calmness. "Watch your tongue son?"
Sylvester snaps, his eyes scampering dangerously."Or else what? What are you gonna do? I grappled and burned under the frustration of every challenge the company faced. I sacrificed my whole life bringing it to this stage. Now you have the esteem to take everything from me," he squealed before suddenly becoming fearfully calm. "Why don't I feel surprised?" His eyes were burning with fury, at every word that escaped him.
"Come on Sly, I'm only trying to help you here. Claudia would never return and the past can never be changed. I've had enough slander about your ways with women out there and I can't take it anymore."
Sylvester tightened his fist at the sound of the name Claudia. A shiver of rage swept through him but he remained calm. "I see. I don't regret it anyway," he shrugged emotionlessly. "No woman is worth my love." His voice was strangely steady.
His serenity was like a travesty to Mr Herbet Norman who wasn't used to being opposed. "Fine but I'm not changing my mind. I'm off to the airport. Remember. Six months is all you have." He stormed out of the study before Sly could say another word. If he was returning in six months, he would return with his mother and brother. Sylvester was not one to give up. He found solutions to every problem so why not this one.
A slow wind of peace embraced him, blowing away every inch of pain in his mien. Sylvester lifted his iPhone 12 pro to his ear. "Meet me in the office," he mumbled before adjusting his Satya Paul necktie and made his way out of the study. He slid into his Cadillac beast. "To Norman Towers," He ordered the driver.
An angry aura exhumed Sylvester as he walked into his private elevator, the evolution of his fragrance as time passed, starts as something fresh but with time gives way to something rich and masculine. Imagine wearing the scent of autumn in the winters, that was Sylvester Norman for you. This fragrance follows him to the top floor, leaving milking air over and around him. His assistant, Josephine, begins to shudder, smelling his scent before seeing Sylvester approach his office.
"Mr. Norman, the files you requested for," she hummed, arranging a layer of files on his desk.
"Where is James?" Sylvester focused on the pile of documents on his desk. Josephine pulled the hem of her dress uncomfortably, being unable to make an impression on him after all the efforts she had put in.
"I. I don't.." The door abruptly opened, with James grinning at Josephine before engaging Sylvester. With his hair combed back, he had a boyish look. "Sorry, I got here as early as I could," James exclaimed as he ambled towards the newly furnished plush office. He takes a curious glance around, nodding his head at each turn. He knew from the start that everything about Sly breathed luxury.
"Excuse us, Josephine," Sly discharged Josephine quickly. The former brisked out of the office, relief flushed over as she wipes the beads of sweat forming in her face. No matter how she tried, she couldn't hide the blanket of emotions continuously sweeping around her whenever she was alone with Sly. The latter will date other girls but not for once look her way. She knew she had what it takes. The beauty, confidence, intelligence, and dignity to date her boss yet, it never happened for the past two years she has been working for him.
"This must be helpful," James muttered, dropping a file on his desk. Sly shifted the pile Josephine dropped a while ago, his focus trained on the new document in front of him, not shifting his gaze as James continuously rambled. "It's his father's company. He took over after his old man was paralyzed from an accident but things haven't been good. Both parents are still alive. He is single and has a graduate jobless sister. Wait, I think I got a family picture of theirs," James encountered, pulling out a pulling picture underneath the documents in the file.
An idea knocked in Sly's head when he took in the image in the picture. "Tell him to meet up with me in twenty minutes," he tapped his charcoal black Italian leather shoe. James gleamed suspiciously and made a call. "He will be here soon," he snickered.
"Have you any idea whether she is married or in a relationship?" Sly's qualm poked the previous suspicion James already had. "From what I heard, she's a social phobia. She can't even face a panel which is why she is still jobless despite being brilliant. Why do you ask?"
A smirk makes its way to the corner of Sly's lips. "You will soon find out."
James wasn't interested in this discussion anyway. He had his agenda for coming over. He needed his best friend around him. "Any plans for tonight, I have some new models coming to the club."
Sly frowned, "Not tonight," his voice unawares was tensed.
James' suspicions grew. "What is eating you up?"
Sky sighs, "My oldie is planning to give my inheritance to my kid bro, if I don't get married in six months," Sly said through gritted teeth. James was shocked but the pain on Sly's face forced him to put it behind him. He couldn't afford to freak out.
"Ho, that's unexpected. Is that why-" His voice was swallowed by the ringing sound of the telephone. Sly grabbed the handle on the first ring. "Just let him in." A medium-height, good-looking man stepped in roughly thirty seconds later. He wasn't as good-looking as either Sly or James but he wielded his own show of perfect look. He was dressed in a white shirt and wine-colored necktie. He gave a half-smile, wove his way to the luxury chair next to James but remained standing.
"Kyle, have a seat," Sly proclaimed, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Coffee?" He asked the two men sitting in front of him.
Kyle chuckled, "Maybe later."
"Not me," James expressed disgust. I would rather have Hennessy for breakfast. Sly snickered and sank into the executive swivel chair.
"Thank you for giving me a second chance," Kyle expressed eagerly, expectation visible on his face.
"Don't thank me yet. There are conditions Kyle, I want you to know that I will take the risk of investing in your business if you get your sister married to me for one year," Sly's voice was casual almost like someone buying a commodity in the market.
Kyle Stiffened, not expecting such a hot wave request. "You mean Monica?"
Sly shrugged. "Unless there's another sister perhaps."
"You don't understand. She isn't a normal girl. She's a complete sociophobic who prefers sleeping her life away than finding a job. She won't match up your status. Why don't you get some model as your pretend wife? I can arrange that." It was clear that Kyle wanted to help Sly but also visible that he didn't want to gamble with his sister. He might not show it but she meant a lot to him and knowing Sly, he wasn't the type to value his sister.
"Hmmm..models, models, models. Do you think I wouldn't have one if I wanted to? The same way they will jump at the offer is the same way they will blackmail me in the future if something goes wrong, you know what I mean?" The cold chill in Sly's voice conveyed hidden messages yet, Kyle decided to try again.
"But Monica? A pretend wife should be able to accompany you to events and gatherings, sometimes to the office. Monica is complete bad news," he affirmed.
Sly smirked. "Why don't you leave that to me?"
"But why her Sly?" Kyle hoped that maybe, just maybe, sly like her sister a bit to make that proposal but he was met with disappointment.
"Very simple. She's plain and there's no way I would feel attracted to her. Perfect candidate for someone like me."
Kyle didn't hide the pain he felt. his voice shook at his words. "It's all business for you, isn't it? You don't even care about her. All you want is your inheritance right?"
"I'm sorry but that's true. I'm not surprised you heard about it. The media these days is doing more harm than good. You see, if you have been where I have, you will understand. Right now, your business is struggling and I am your savior. A favor for a favor is my proposal. Are you in?"
Kyle was not ready to give him but neither did he have what it took to back out. "I will think about it. I will go talk to her," his tone was graced with despair.
"I want to come with you," Sly countered. Not exactly what Kyle wanted. At least he could talk to the family and help them convince Monica. She was a sociophobic, and would most definitely put up a fuss.
Before he could object, James enunciated. Kyle had forgotten he was even there. "Wait. You mean you are going there right now? All the best pal. I have other things to take care of and remember tonight. Call me if you're gonna come," James announced, getting off his seat as he sauntered to the door.
"I have to behave for the oldie's sake so sorry, not tonight James," Sly was nonchalant. James shrugged and walked out the door. Sly stares at Kyle who was looking on dumbly, "can we go now?"
Ice-cold droplets of water chilled out Monica's face, jolting her awake from her dreamland to the fiery glare of her mother, frantically at her bedside with a spray bottle in hand. "You lazy girl. Go find a job and stop wasting space on my precious mattress."This wasn't the first time her mum woke her with this method but during the summer heat, it was nothing. With the fall approaching, the cold tainted her blood, shaking her from the core."Mum, it's cold already, how long must you do this?" Monica's voice was shaken by her chattering teeth. She lifted herself from a sleeping position to the edge of the bed, hugging her slim silhouette with a blanket."Till you get a job girl. Now get out and do as your mates are doing. Get a good job and for once, be responsible," her mother's unfeeling words sent Monica into another battle of self-consciousness. She was bullied in school but never told anyone. Now she seemed not to be safe in her home too.Her mother was
Her father's pleading voice reverberated in her nerve cells. This would have been a perfect payback for her mama or even Kyle, also mini revenge on those billionaires who think themselves to be on top of this world but how could she deny her father? He was bound to a wheelchair when he saved her from a car accident. He never complained about her being jobless for months and tried to protect her from Mrs. Del's outcries. Her brother was not one to show her any concern with the pressure he carried on his back, making him distant towards her, which to her meant he didn't care but was rather the opposite. Her brother didn't want to burden her with the company's problems. The stone wall encircling her heart began to fall, leaving her at the mercy of fulfilling her father's plea. Her defense dropped with every step she took towards her father. "For your sake dad, just for your sake." She hated the line of a smirk on the corners of Sly's lips. "Alright then, you hav
Sly looked on, completely raged. The registrar was extra patient because he knew who Sly was but when fifteen minutes passed like a second, even he was annoyed. Sly combed his dark brown hair with his fingers in frustration. He couldn’t understand the woman sitting beside him. Maybe he hasn't made the effort to under her in the first place. To him, this was just a contract but for her, it meant a lot. When he couldn’t wait anymore, he yanked her by the arm after excusing himself from the registrar. They walked around till Sly found a small empty room. He shoved Monica in with himself and locked the door. The click of the keys jolted her into reality. She was alone with Sly in a locked room. What could happen? She has never been in a situation like this. Sly didn’t know what to do. He has never been in a situation like this either. He could have any girl he wanted. Majority would have jumped at this offer and yet, Monica makes him feel like a monster. “Can you exp
Monica and Sly made it through the doors of the traditional Japanese restaurant. As usual, Sky's hand snaked around her. A closeness she was getting accustomed to. She slowly began to accept that there was no way she was going to ever do what she loved. She was going to try her best to adapt to Sly’s ways for which one way was getting used to places like this.The thought did not in any way make things better for her. She admired the neat traditionally set up restaurant. Seated were men and women from different races and colors. She saw them eating with two sticks and her stomach steamed. She never learned how to eat with chopsticks.The man who waited on them’s conduct was a clear indication that Sly frequented this place. “Mr. Norman, we are honored to have you with us once again; we still have your slot reserved,” he bowed gently. Monica wondered when he made that reservation, a question that will only create confusion in her mind.
As soon as Sylvester left the spa, he drove straight to his office, giving the car key to his driver. He was tired of driving. It wasn’t something he loved but in terms of privacy, he did so himself. Josephine comprehended his fragrance a few meters away and knew Sly was around. She composed herself around her desk, touching up a little on her already perfect make-up. Josephine was pretty to the eyes. She stood 6ft, 4 inches tall doll-like eyes. She could attract a man's attention without putting in much effort.“Mr. Norman, I have to deliver the documents to our new companies before 3pm,” she carefully laid out, not intending to incur his wrath. She knew his emotions flip when he was stressed.“I know, and that’s why I am here. Pick them from my desk in the next twenty minutes,” he said, heading to his office without giving her another glance. Josephine was disappointed. It wasn’t as if she expected anything else but she only wished that Sly would admire her and giv
Monica's family had been very well to do and they never struggled financially throughout her life. Even when the business faced challenges, she never knew because things were normal. She had her fair share of affluence she never partook in due to her shy nature. Despite everything, her living condition was nothing compared to what met her visible eyes in Sly's family villa.She no doubt had to admit that Sly's style was way over the top. The villa is one of ultra-modern luxury design. She followed Sly through the indoor swimming pool. Her body yearned for the crystal clear liquid on her skin, but followed on to a place she knew was the living room. The room was so huge two different pieces of furniture were set up. She could see the whole of New York from the large glass window and could tell it was a one-way reflection since she couldn't see the inside when they were outside.The lights were unique, probably custom-made. The luxury curtains stood with unrelated glamour.
"Who is coming to see me?" The line went dead before she found her voice. Monica ambled to the bathroom and freshened up before pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and a sweater. The weather was becoming cooler as the wintertime drew nearer. She remembered she hadn't had a tour around Sly's villa and didn't know where the dining room was. With time at stake, she had only one helper in mind as she reminisced Elsie telling her to press the bell for assistance so she did.It wasn't up to two minutes before she heard a knock on the door."Please come in," she yelled."Good afternoon Monica," Elsie greeted."Good afternoon," she responded.Elsie was excited about being called by Monica. She liked Monica the instant they met. To her, Monica's life was perfect, being married to Sly. She thought that Monica lacked in a fashion which she could help with and with that, she could also learn how to attract someone like Sly. The truth is, Elsie, took the job of
Sly left the office a little earlier to prepare for the event. This time, he allowed his driver Eben to drive. He also engaged his bodyguards at events such as this, just in case the media went overboard. On his journey home, Monica called. A sense of joy flashed his eyes as he stared at the name on his screen."Hello," he grumbledMonica's voice was loud and to protect his ears, Sly distanced the phone a few inches from his ear. "Why did you do that?" There was irritation in her voice and Sly was nervous."What did I do?" Sly's voice was calm."I will tell you. Why did you have to move a whole boutique to my room? That's number one," Sly let out a scoff but continued to listen? "You also plan on taking me to an event and you didn't mind informing me beforehand? What if I have plans of going somewhere ha?""First of all, you are welcome, and second, you are my wife and for that reason, you should always be prepared for things like this," he s