Monique's pov
"Did you see the look on that idiot's face?" I laughed as Gavin and I walked out of the company and back to the car. "He looked absolutely mortified." The look on his face earlier had made me so happy because I could tell that Cole was both horrified and pissed off. I'm pretty sure the last thing he was expecting was for me to show up at his workplace and suddenly be announced as his boss, and the fact that Gavin had given me such a perfect wedding gift made my heart leap for joy. "Someone seems ecstatic," Gavin said, opening my side of the door for me. I looked up at his towering figure, and with a smile on my face, I responded. "And it's all thanks to you," I winked before entering the car. For some reason, Gavin seemed to have frozen up, because instead of turning around and getting inside the car, he simply stood frozen by my side of the door. "Aren't you getting in?" I asked with a confused look on my face. Instead of responding directly to me, Gavin would simply open the door again before asking me to step out all of a sudden. "Is everything okay, Gavin?" I asked, genuinely not understanding what was going on. "Everything's fine, Monique. I just want you to step out so you can take the passenger's seat," he explained. Before I could ask him why I suddenly had to switch seats, he would turn his attention to the driver before instructing that the driver should step out of the car, adding that he would take it from here. I was honestly confused as to why he suddenly changed his mind and wanted to drive, but decided to just do as he wanted since there was no big deal about it. After we both settled in our seats, I turned to Gavin, deciding to ask him why he suddenly asked the driver to leave. "Is there something you want to say to me in private—perhaps you didn't trust the driver enough to remain in the car with us?" I asked. My question seemed to have come out very funny, because the first thing Gavin did was burst into a loud laugh, like I had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I don't think I've said anything that warrants such a loud laugh," I pointed out with a childish pout, not liking that he was laughing at me for asking a perfectly reasonable question. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just think it's funny that you even thought that far," he responded, still laughing. "Anyway, I don't exactly have anything crazy personal to say to you. I just wanted us to be alone, and I'm also thinking of taking you somewhere. But that is, if you don't mind." I turned to him with a rather confused look on my face, wondering why he was suddenly asking for my permission to take me somewhere. "If I say no, will you take me home?" I asked. He smirked. "To be honest, I won't. But it's your fault, just so you know." "Excuse you? What did I do?" I questioned. "You shouldn't have looked at me like that earlier. Now, I want to take you on a honeymoon. Since we're recently married, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go on a honeymoon," he answered, and my jaw dropped. "W...what in the world are you even talking about?" I asked, wondering if I was hearing correctly. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "If by that you mean to ask if I'm saying we're going on our honeymoon right now, then yes, we are. I mean, you already have a stable position in the company, and you can resume your duty once we're back from our honeymoon. There's no reason we shouldn't go on one," he nonchalantly responded, and I couldn't understand how he could even think he and I should be going on a honeymoon. "No offense, Gavin, but you and I are not a real couple, so I don't think we necessarily have to emulate what real newlyweds do. Just because we've had sex once doesn't mean you have any right to decide these things without my permission," I hissed, trying not to sound annoyed, even if I was. "But we did agree that sex between us wasn't going to be a one-time thing. I have no intention of stopping at one, Monique. You're hot, and you know I'm attracted to you, so don't try to draw a line with me now," he said, his tone a lot more serious than I expected. My face suddenly felt hot at his sudden declaration of being attracted to me, and I looked outside the window, trying to calm myself before responding to him. It wasn't as if I didn't know he was attracted to me, and I equally found him attractive, but the thought of being on a honeymoon, where we would be alone without any boundaries, scared me. Unlike him, I had a very high tendency to become emotionally attached to men I felt attracted to, and the last thing I wanted was to be emotionally attached to a man who clearly liked the idea of fucking me more than he actually liked me as a person. "So, you basically want us to go on a honeymoon just so we can have as much sex as you want?" I questioned, not bothering to hide my irritation. "You make it sound like a terrible thing, Monique. I told you from the very beginning that sex between us stays. So yes, I want us to go on a honeymoon so we can be alone, spend time together, and have sex. Now, are you going to come with me, or do I drive straight home?" he asked. "Are you actually giving me the option to go home, or you're just trying to bait me?" I retorted. Gavin sighed, clenching his fists around the steering wheel. "I'm giving you an option, Monique. The last thing I'm going to do is let you make me the bad guy, and if there's one thing I'll never do, it's force a woman to be with me," he replied. I turned back in his direction to observe him, and rather than looking annoyed like I thought he would, he seemed to be more hurt. I didn't want to believe he would be hurt because I didn't want to go on a honeymoon with him, and even if he was, it was probably his ego that hurt from getting rejected. "Just drive us home, Gavin. I don't want to go on a honeymoon," I responded, and instead of saying anything, Gavin simply focused his attention on the road, and we both stayed quiet all through the ride.MONIQUEAfter he dropped me off, he drove off without saying anything and I’ve been staring at my wristwatch every hour to know what the time was.I hated that I was bothered but I couldn’t help it. As much as I was angry at him, I also had my part to play because I recall clearly what our agreement was but I just didn’t think it was going to be this way. The day soon began to lose its brightness signaling that nighttime was coming and I saw no headlights of Gavin. I wanted to pick up my phone and call him but my pride wouldn’t allow me to. Eight o’clock, nine o’clock, ten o’clock and I gave it up and called him. I dialed his number, it rang but no response. I dialed his number again for the second time and the same response. I gave up and decided to sleep and wasn’t responsible for him but I couldn’t. I tossed and turned on the bed, pleading for my body to listen to me and sleep but it didn’t happen.“Sleep, Monique! Sleep for fuck sake! He’s a grown-ass man and he will be fine so
Monique I was restless. I tried everything I could to stop thinking about the conversation that Gavin and I had earlier today, but no matter how many times I tried, I couldn't help it. To make things worse, I couldn't resume work just yet since it would be strange for me to start working immediately after my wedding to Gavin, so what that meant was that I was stuck in the house for the time being, and so was Gavin. I haven't left my room since our conversation, mostly because I didn't want to run into him and also because I didn't want to end up giving in to him. I already tried considering the idea of going on a honeymoon with him, but no matter how many times I thought it over, it was still a bad idea. Feeling frustrated, I let out a tired sigh, wondering how long I would have to stay cooped up in here. My room was already starting to feel a little bit suffocating. I honestly wanted to take a walk around the house and see for myself how big the place was since I haven't don
MONIQUE"Can we meet up and talk?" I read the message that came in some seconds ago. I furrowed my brows as I thought about who it could be as the message came from an unknown number."Who is this?" I sent it back, wanting to know since I couldn't guess. "It's Cole. Can we see and talk?"After reading the text, I was surprised that he'd sent me a text. Why does he want to see me? It didn't make sense to me why he'd want to talk to me.We had no business with each other and the last time we spoke, he threw me out of his house calling me a useless girl so what does he want to say to a useless girl?I ignored his text but my phone beeped again and again signaling I received numerous texts."Please don't ignore.""I know that you do not want to see me but please don't ignore me.""I will wait for you at the mountain restaurant 9:30pm.""I hope that you will come."I read his text and shook my head in disbelief.To think he thought I’d come if he sent me a bunch of text messages. Just as
Monique's Pov I could already tell that the voice that asked where I was coming from belonged to Gavin, but what I couldn't understand was why he thought he had any right to ask me such a question."I'm sorry, but what right do you have to ask me where I'm coming from? I mean, I remember asking you the same thing earlier, and you definitely didn't seem enthusiastic to respond to me, so why should I ?" I retorted, turning to look at him with a disapproving look on my face. He was obviously not having my response, and I watched him groan in frustration without caring in the least bit about how he felt. "Listen, Monique, I really don't understand what your problem with me is, but this nasty attitude of yours needs to stop! I'm sick and tired of dealing with this disrespect, and if you have something you perhaps want to say to me, go ahead and say it instead of behaving like a child," he said, and I scoffed in disbelief. Men and their audacity. I just finished dealing with one idiot
GAVINit has been the same ever since we had our first fall and I'm hating it. I tried not to be affected by it but it's driving me crazy.We got married for a purpose and that's what we should be doing. Each time I try to start a conversation with her, it always ends up in a fight and it doesn't sit well with me.Once again, I'm out, having a shot of two to distract myself before I go out."Hey handsome," a girl appeared beside me, touching my shoulder while staring at me lustfully.I removed her hand from my shoulder and looked away from her. "What are you doing here alone?" She asked and I mentally scoffed.I didn't reply to her because my response wasn't necessary. "You know..." she placed her palm on my shoulder again. "For a man like you, it doesn't make sense for you to be alone, don't you think?"I placed my hand on her and gently removed them. I called for the attention of the bartender. "My bills please," I said," taking out my card from my wallet.The waiter came back wi
Third-person pov "You can't possibly be serious, Cole!" Whitney hissed as she stared back at Cole with an annoyed look on her face. "And why exactly do you think that I'm not being serious right now, Whitney? What else do you expect me to do? Did you really think that I was going to let my pride get in the way? I'm not that stupid, Whitney! Don't underestimate me like that," Cole responded, not liking how Whitney was reacting to the fact that he had told her about meeting up with Monique. The reason he didn't tell her beforehand was because he knew how dramatic she was, and the last thing he wanted was for her to let her emotions dictate how they should go about the fact that Monique was about to be a problem again. Whitney rolled her eyes at him, letting her irritating show before responding. "I'm starting to find it very difficult to believe you when you say you're not stupid, Cole. I mean, how do you not realize how stupid and embarrassing you must have looked when you decide
MONIQUEI was stunned. I was trying to comprehend all that he had just said to me. It didn’t feel real but then it was because he was right in front of me telling me what I should know about him, things he never said before.This was why he rescued me. He also had a vendetta against Whitney and was amused by my action that day when I interrupted their wedding by pouring a bucket of red paint on her white dress.Whitney wasn’t her real name. I couldn’t believe it. Does Cole know this? I thought to myself but then again if he doesn’t know it’s none of my business because it would be nice for her to deal with him just as she did with every other but at the same time her type shouldn’t be walking around freely. “I want to take her down. I want to expose her true identity to the world and for me to do that, I need your help. She is the cause of my younger brother's death and also the reason my mother is on the bed, lying helpless and paralyzed,” Gavin said through gritted teeth, I also di
Monique "This can't be happening," I muttered under my breath as I scrolled through the comments under one of the many articles that were posted about me. I honestly did not think that this situation was going to blow out of proportion this way, but my name hasn't left the media ever since the first article was released, and not only was everyone talking about the fact that I'm only recently divorced, they were also talking about how I was now the CEO of one of Gavin's companies. When I initially found out that an article was released, I had hoped that the situation would die down very quickly, but instead, it kept getting worse by the minute. Gavin hasn't stopped calling as many reporters as he knew to help him diffuse the situation, but it seemed as though the more he tried to put an end to the mess, the messier it would get. Right now, I was reading through an article that not only accused me of being a gold digger, but I was also accused of trying to get back at my ex-husb