LOGINDiane's threat to spend the night on Nathan's bed tugged at his annoyance more than it should have. There was no way she had slept with the man he used to refer to as his best friend.He and Nathan did not have a big fight or anything of that sort. They just slowly drifted apart in the last two years.He forced the thought away. What did it matter to him? She was free to sleep with whoever she wanted. Nathan included."Shall we head over to your private residence first or stop at the family quarters?" Bernard asked as he halted at the road that led to the family quarters.Michael's attention snapped to Bernard, and he adjusted in his seat, looking at the road in front of him.Caesar had asked him over for dinner after not having seen him for close to a month, even though they all lived in the same estate. He disliked going to the family quarters, mostly because he couldn't stand his own father. Ethan was bearable, he came in handy when needed. And one more person who annoyed him also
"I've had it with you today, Mr Belmont." She hissed at him. "And I asked you a question." He said back, corking his head to the side. Diane ignored the way he effortlessly gave flawless even though she knew he was an arrogant man who thought the world revolved around him. She turned around, her eyes fell on her chest, and indeed her nipples were poking through her now pink colored top. With a gasp, she immediately placed a hand over them, wondering how her nipple covers had fallen into her dress and only then did she feel the patches fighting her waistline to drop off. She figured Michael was actually stating facts, and her chest was now see-through. She had trusted those damn nipple covers. And they let her down, just like the man standing behind her. "Now you see I was not poking fun at you," Michael said, and Diane looked at him through the mirror, glaring at him while he seemed rather relaxed, following her every move like a hawk. She slid an arm over her chest, hiding
"What's the problem, Diane dear?" Mr Martins asked. "Is everything okay over there?" She glared at Michael, who hid a smirk and sipped from his glass cup. "Yes, Diane. What is the problem?" He asked, feigning confusion. "Have I offended you in any way? I assumed we were only getting to know ourselves."Diane wanted to punch the stars out his eyes. She wanted to punch that silly smirk off his mouth, which he was hiding. His sharp handsomely distracting features made her annoyed all the more, and left for her, she would have been out of this dinner the moment he walked in. "I - I was just telling him to stop talking so much. Haha." She said with forced laughter, trying to play it off. "It's no big deal.""Oh dear, you had us scared for a while there," One of the women laughed, and others agreed. Mr Martins laughed now, "Oh, I had no idea Mr Belmont was such a talker.""Me neither," Diane answered, bringing her glass cup to her mouth and taking a sip out of it. The embarrassment sta
"You're going to be late for the dinner," Ryan called out from the foot of the bed. Diane groaned, covering her face with her duvet and turning away from him. "My head still hurts.""Yes, Ma'am, that is because you didn't stop drinking even after you got home this morning."Diane sighed. "I have a crazy hangover. How do I go to a dinner with this crazy-ass hangover? "You promised Mrs Deveraux. The car would be ready in an hour. You should start preparing right now." Diane waved him away from her room while two maids came in. "Ma'am. We've prepared your bath, and your dress is ready." One of them said to her. She wondered what had made her agree to this dinner in the first place, and she had second thoughts about whether she could just not go.But not going would disappoint her mum, and that was something she didn't want to do. After all, her mum had said it was a dinner for older people, so she just needed to play the perfect kid and come home, even if it meant not interacting mu
Michael had spent the night in his office. It was one of those things he did on one of those days that felt like it. One of those days when he felt like isolating himself and clearing his head while convincing himself he was just working overtime and making himself more productive. Little empty cups of coffee occupied the small of his table, which he had used to make sure he stayed up all night. The sun was out now, and it was the weekend. He decided to go home, freshen up, take a nap if his mind allowed and go to the Chess club later on. He left the office with Bernard, his assistant, who drove him everywhere and as soon as they got into the car, Bernard turned to him. "Are we headed to the main family quarters or your private residence?" Michael ran Bernard a look that suggested he Bernard sounded like he was starting to forget his job in little pieces. "My private residence." He answered instead. Belmont as a whole owned their own large estate, which was the biggest in midtow
"What?" Diane asked, snatching Ryan's phone. "Who was it then?""He...he asked to meet up to tell us," Ryan answered from over her shoulder as they both stared at the text which the driver had sent.Diane's mind wandered further. If it wasn't just an accident, it meant someone intentionally wanted her dead. But she couldn't place her hand accurately on who could have wanted her dead when she was just Diane Winters, who headed Belmont's Luxe Division. In honesty, her first guess would have been Tiffany. Tiffany had been her only rival then. But then again, she had seen Tiffany at the party that night before she had the accident."Set up a meeting with him as soon as possible.""Yes, Ma'am."The gallery attendant came over to where they were. "We're done with the paperwork, the shipping will be done within a week."Diane sighed, Thank you."* * *"Ryan says you were on a lot of dates this week," Stella said to Diane over dinner.Diane cursed Ryan under her breath before smiling and look
*2 and a half years later* "A beer wouldn't be so bad now, don't you think Ryan?" Diane asked as she spun lazily in her swivel chair from the window view in her office back to her office table. Her office table was made out of Teak. It was rich, expensive, refined, and alluring, adding a unique bl
Diane's head throbbed. Badly. The pain felt like there was a drill boring holes into different parts of her head impatiently and making her want to cut her head off. She blinked a bit, scrunching up her face and groaning, a poor attempt to make the pain go away. She had no idea why she was feeling
There was a brief moment of silence and then Tiffany chuckled from behind while Michael sighed. "Is this your way of trying to get me back?" Michael asked indifferently, his expression remaining unfazed. "I'm telling the truth." "Like when you cheated?" Michael asked. I wasn't cheating on you
Diane spunned around, cleaning off her tears with her cloth fabric, to see Nathan surprisingly. Nathan was Michael's best friend whom she had only seen on countable occasions which were the few times in college, on their wedding day and the first time she had started working in Michael's company.







