Grayson got out of the car when it finally stopped in front of The Oceanview Hotel and straighten out his sports jacket. He looked towards the entry and waited for Thomas to stand beside him as he handed his luggage to a porter.“Are you really sure that you don’t want to come with us, Thomas?” Grayson asked as they went through the doors. “I already told you there’s a room for you and Maya would love to have you there.”“I’m going to be okay here, Mr. Grayson,” Thomas replied. He arched one eyebrow at his boss knowingly. “I’m sure you and Ms. Maya missed each other and I don’t want to intrude. Or more likely a witness to the testament of your deep love for her.”“I really should have forced you to transfer work with my mother,” Grayson snapped at him lightly. However, he grins after saying that statement when Thomas only walked ahead of him smugly towards the reception for check in. “Hey! I’ll go and check on Maya. Then let’s grab some lunch at one of the restaurant’s here.”“I’ll ta
I’ve been told that there’s a woman who so much looks like the b1tch I had paid someone to kill. It looks like that the moment Jordan laid eyes on her he had convinced himself that she is the b1tch. I’ve got to hand it to him. He had never believed that his beloved Rachel Hamilton died in that accident. His Rachel. Yewck! Just thinking about that one press conference he did where he had referred to her as “My Rachel” has made me throw the meal I am about to have without even eating it. The bitter taste my mouth got made me lose my appetite.Now, here he is at again. Going crazy over a woman who looks like his b1tch. However, the woman that he is obsessing about is with another man! Engaged at that! To an Englishman! I heard and read that he is being dubbed as the St. Claire Rogue! Can that get even more sexier?Anyway, I’ve been reading about this man and looks like Jordan will be meeting his match. A billionaire at his own right. Someone who can meet him eye to eye. Someone who he ca
Maya turned on her side and opened her eyes, searching for the lighted digits of the digital clock on her bedside table. She groaned inwardly when she saw it read three in the early morning. She rolled on her back and waited for sleep to take over her again.She missed Grayson beside her.It has been over three days since Grayson went back to CF State after taking a two-week vacation to spend time with her in the villa, which he had purchased years before. Just three days and she’s already missing him.She decided to blame him for her predicament because for the two weeks that they had been together, Grayson made love to her almost every day and night. She then recalled that Grayson will be waking her up at this time and will make love to her again and go back to sleep after, waking up later in the morning for another session before they will go down to have brunch.Maya was about to reach for her phone to call him but held herself back as she remembered that Grayson will be attending
Jordan slowed the engine and finally put his car to a stop right in front of his villa, three hours later and turned to his right where Maya is sitting quietly beside him. He stopped himself from pulling her into his arms to ease the fear on the ordeal that she had went through.After the paramedics checked on her and treating the injuries she sustained, Jordan accompanied her to the police station where she formally gave her statement and had charges filed against the man who entered her villa, hurt her and nearly raped her.During the time they were in the precinct, Jordan saw Maya answer a call and he assumed that it was probably Grayson. He watched from where he was sitting and saw her speaking quietly on the phone for a while before becoming frantic. She was walking back and forth, probably talking some sense into Grayson before the call finally ended.“Looks like you’ve got company,” Jordan commented, breaking the silence inside the car.Maya turned towards the direction of her
Maya poured freshly squeezed orange juice in a tall glass before handing it to Cassandra Cunningham Johnson, Jordan’s niece. The younger woman smiled at her thankfully and took a drink and placing it back down the counter. “This is really delicious, Ms. Maya,” Cassandra commented after swallowing another bite of the Dutch pancakes. “Our chef back home is good but now that I’ve tasted your cooking, I prefer this one. Will you consider adopting me?” She smiled at the teenager as she took a seat on the stool. “I don’t think your parents will like it,” Maya remarked. Cassandra remained silent for a while. “I’m pretty sure they won’t mind,” she finally answered. “Most especially my mother. She’s six feet under and my dad… well, I’m sure he’s out there somewhere, doing whatever crosses his mind.” Maya looked at her in surprised. “Are you telling me that you’re on your own?” “Technically. But, Uncle Jord took me under his care when mom died while my father took off, clear that he doesn
The entire dining area of the soon to open Aurora restaurant is in construction chaos as all of the works had started to mobilize together in full swing at The Oceanview Hotel. Safety signages and walkways had been provided and the project supervisor and safety superintendent made sure that all construction rules are implemented and followed.Sparks from ongoing welding works as well as from grinding works blended simultaneously with the sound of the drills, hammering and sawing.All of workers are in complete uniform as strictly implemented by the hotel’s security. The workers are all wearing their construction uniforms, their tops in different colors as per their engineering trade, reflectorized vests, safety hard hats, steel bots, safety googles and mask. The only way to identify the personnel is by the ID that all must wear pinned to one of the stripes of their safety vests.At one corner of the area, Lester Bradford, the Project Manager overseeing the construction is currently co
Grayson, with a set look on his face watched quietly as Maya stood still when the additional bodyguards’ he had called for introduced themselves to them the following day in the villa. Turning towards the housekeeper he also had hired, nodded at her to serve them some breakfast. “The additional bodyguards are overrated, Grayson,” Maya complained to him lightly when the two of them were finally alone in the living room. “Why not just lock me up instead?” “If I have my way, Maya, I would have already done it,” he countered calmly, knowing deep down that she is holding her anger. He turned and walked towards the dining area, sitting on one chair. He picked up the morning paper and made himself busy by reading the headlines while he hears her preparing at the kitchen. “But I know you won’t like it. So, the bodyguards will do.” Maya distracted him by waving his cup of coffee in front of his sight before placing it down in front of him. She then stomped back to the counter. Grayson just
Jordan, clutching the file that Mason had handed to him the night before stalked towards the outdoor dining area where he was informed on Grayson St. Claire’s whereabouts on a bright Tuesday morning.His eyes narrowed coldly when he finally spotted the Englishman occupying one of the secluded, outdoor dining tables with his laptop opened in front of him along with some files. He is currently drinking his coffee with a half-eaten sandwich, while browsing through whatever is displayed on his screen.Holding on to his anger, Jordan sauntered towards him and before he could stop himself, he slammed the file on the table in front of Grayson.Grayson looked up from his screen, his eyes turning cold when he saw who the person was that interrupted his work. He stared down at the folder as he put his cup down and closed his laptop.“What the f8ck do you want, Cunningham?!” He scoffed coldly.Jordan clenched his fists angrily.“Why don’t you tell me, St. Claire,” Jordan answered back evenly as