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 grumbled
Monica'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
Sly's blood pounded in his ears. His heart thudded in his chest. His hands shook as he helplessly held Monica in his arms. "What is it?" His voice was desperate.Monica's muscle had become tight and painful, rendering her feet stiff. "Le..g, cra..mp..s!" She growled. James had made his way to Sly, as others gaped with confusion and helplessness. "Should I call an ambulance?" James was concerned."No, I think I got it," Sly said before sweeping Monica into his arms. He ambled towards one of the exquisitely decorated round tables and settled Monica on a chair. He knelt in front of her and took off her shoes. In an instant, he began massaging her legs, increasing the pain before it gradually subsided. James who had followed him anyways was taken aback by his behavior. If he remembers correctly, Sly said it was a contract marriage but he felt something more than that. He thought there was a connection between them.Standing there watching on, James realized
Sly's mind was in a mess. He was engulfed in humiliation and stigma. What will people think and what information will the media leave with? He stood frozen at the podium, his signature smile distorted, but he still maintained his posture.He thought deeply, a great sense of realization saluted him. What if Monica had not conquered her social phobia and was still scared of the crowd? He had turned a blind or covered up most times for her but he hadn't helped her enough to conquer her fears.Maybe he pushed her too far. He regretted exposing her this early. He could have given her time to adjust gradually and for the first time, Sly regretted his decision. With that thought in mind, he could not bring himself to blame Monica. He felt guilty and didn't think he could forgive himself if anything happened to her.He didn't know much about Monica but he also knew enough to understand that she was different from other women. She can be shy in one minute, find her vo
As soon as Sly started his speech, all eyes were focused on him. Monica seized the opportunity and sneaked under the large dinner table. Thanks to the floor-length tablecloths, no one noticed. She trudged on her arms and knees to the end close to the doorway, where she got to a corridor, out of view. She spotted the washroom and went there, trying to calm herself from the uncertainty in the hall. No one saw her except one silhouette.She saw three ladies talking but did not bother to look. She tried to open the cubicle but it was locked. She tried the next to the fifth, all locked. She turned to look at the three ladies, probably to ask for help but was met with the worst scorn of her life. They used to be her mates in college but not those mates she was friends with, but ones who bullied her. The third person, she remembers as the woman who came to their table. Yes, Sly's assistant, Josephine. She saw Monica sneak under the table and followed her.It didn't look like
At the hotel where the event was being held, James stood his ground, tirelessly battling with the media. They were upset about not having enough information to report on. James had brought the event to an abrupt end without reasonable explanation. All they knew was, Mr. Norman had some serious business to attend to.They couldn’t understand what business was more important than the business event. Also, they hadn’t seen the enchanting woman Sly walked in with. They knew she was the reason for Sly's abrupt departure but they still wanted James to affirm, which he did not oblige. It would have been a wonderful opportunity for the press to drop a bombshell in the newspapers tomorrow.Not getting their needed information, they trouped out disheartened. Gertrude had gone to get her boyfriend and was ready to exit but her boyfriend was greatly disappointed. However, he did not hide it."This has never happened before. How can your best friend be so c
At Norman's Villa, Sly alighted from his Cadillac Beast, with Monica in his arms.He was met at the entrance by Christiana and Elsie. They were not sleeping because their master and mistress had not yet returned.Sly ignored pleasantries, strode to Monica’s room, gently placing her on the bed like an egg. Elsie was in tow and just as Sly caught sight of her, he dismissed her.“You can retire to bed. I will personally take care of her.” Elsie retreated but Monica was confused. How can he take care of her? They were in the room alone in the middle of the night. Uncertainty crawled her mind as she clung tightly to Sly’s blazer she wore.“You don’t have to send her away. Let her take care of me instead,” she suggested.Sly scoffed. “How are you going to explain the bruises on your face? Please don’t make anyone think I abused you or anything.”Monica was flushed. She hadn&rs
A frown crept onto Sly's perfect features, as he gawked at the newspaper in his hand, making Monica nervous. The written panic on his face was disturbing. On the front page of the most popular newspaper, was Sly, kneeling in front of Monica, massaging her feet in front of onlookers. If not for the caption, it would have been a perfect introduction of his wife. There would have been absolutely nothing wrong with it.However, the image had the caption, 'Mr. Norman ends Business event to search for his missing wife.' It went on with a short detail of how Sly walked in with Monica and how she couldn't be found during the introduction, bringing the event to an abrupt end. Not only did it sound irresponsible, but they also estimated how much business opportunity Norman Holdings has probably lost due to this decision.It wasn't what Sly wanted the public to see. His problem wasn't with the losses, but the fact that Monica would be complicated and blamed for the whole thing. The
Sly recovered from his shock and mumbled the only words that came to play. "Let's talk about this in person, not on the phone," his tone was heavy as he cast a glance in Monica's direction and hung up the phone immediately."Let's begin the tour," he announced and immediately stood up and stretched his hand towards Monica. She took it hesitantly and stood up as Sly led her out of the dining to the living room. "You already know where this is. The space is quite huge, which is why we have a dual setup," he explained."During indoor parties, we can entertain different guests simultaneously," he added. Monica admired the designer's choice of leather for the furniture. Everything had a white theme. Sly led her down the stairs to the garage."This is the underground garage. It has twenty cars so far but can take at least forty," Sly explained casually. There was no arrogance in his tone. It was more like explaining the different tastes of vegetables.Monica gaw
Monica was flustered. Even so, Sly was momentous and she feared any kind of argument between them. Slowly, she unbuttoned the shirt, loosely allowing it to fall, exposing a lip-licking gorgeous bikini. Her face was so heated she couldn't look up. She didn't know what he was thinking or what he would do, significantly feeling his heated gaze on her and stood frozen for five seconds. "Put on the shirt and let's go," he muttered, turning to leaveWithin the swift of the wind, Monica had put the shirt back on, sighing relieved. She lifted her head in time to catch a smirk in the corner of Sly's mouth but it seemed to be gone the instant she caught it. She trod after him through the living room to the stairs, leading to a door."This is the gym. I do work out a lot at dawn. You are usually asleep then," he pointed out, making Monica uncomfortable. Yes, she loved to sleep but most probably because there wasn't much to do. Yet, hearing Sly blurt it out, was a ringing alarm on h