Jake's POVI was in a foul mood throughout the remaining hours I spent in the office. When it was late, I picked up my car keys and walked out of my office, losing myself in thought as I strolled. I noticed someone in Jeff's office; since the silhouette resembled a male figure, it had to be Jeff.“You're still here?” I asked my friend.“Yes, I was hoping we could go grab a drink or two together,” Jeff said. He shut off his laptop, stood up, and came over. “Are you up for a drink?”“Let’s see,” I joked lightly, and we made our way out to the parking lot, stopping there. “I think we'll be needing a ride home if we're getting a drink,” I said. I couldn't risk allowing something risky to happen at this period.“Yes, I will order a driver,” Jeff said and called the company’s substitute driver. In ten minutes, two guys arrived, and they drove us to one of my favorite bars.After taking our seats in the private room and ordering drinks, I relaxed in my chair, having left my suit in the car.
Selena’s POVI twirled again to the music, as I tried to retrieve a plate from the top cupboard, which wasn't easy. I abandoned that idea and decided to eat directly from the pot instead. My body moved to the rhythm of the music, oblivious to the fact that I was being watched.“What the hell happened to your wrist?” The sudden snap of the voice caused me to drop the spoon in my hand in fright.I turned around to see Jake looking like he wrestled last night in bed. He appeared incredibly attractive too. My hands went to my chest, still racing at his sudden intrusion. “You startled me,” I said, trying to calm my racing heart.“What happened to your wrist?” he asked again, walking closer to me. I instantly moved away from him; he stopped and frowned at my actions. “What are you doing?”“Nothing, don’t creep up on me like that again, and this?” I raised my injured wrist. “It is nothing,” I said.“What happened?”“I fell.”“You fell? I didn’t know you are clumsy with all your character tra
Selena’s POVI squeaked as another message from my dear aunt popped up on my screen, she must definitely be a witch. I gingerly clicked on the message and opened it. It was just two words “CALL ME” the message read.I searched for her number immediately and dialed her line, she picked up at the first ring, my heart pounded in my chest “Aunt”“Selena Gia Luna Dacosta, where the hell are you?” My aunt's sweet shrill voice asked from her end of the line.‘How wrong you are aunt, it is Marino now' I thought to myself as I pulled my phone away from my ears before I go deaf. Thank God for small miracles, the story would have been different if my aunt was one who watches the TV and read the newspaper, but all that does not really concern my dear aunt, so for now, my secret is safe where my aunt is involved.“Aunt, how lovely to hear from you” I said in my sweetest voice“Tu, figlio irresponsabile” was my aunt response which means ‘you irresponsible child in Italian’Instead of replying to her
Jake’s POVI glanced down at my phone; it was past 6. Guests were filling the event center, and my so-called wife was yet to arrive. She was really taking her time. I called her several times, but it went straight to her annoying voicemail.Finally, I saw my car pulling up. The valet opened her door, and the paparazzi were snapping away. When Selena finally emerged, the questions thrown at her changed. They wanted to know about her married life, if she got married to me because she was pregnant, and all sorts of nasty questions.I noticed she looked uncomfortable with all the attention, so I made my way to her. She looked a little relieved when she saw me approach her. I wrapped my hand around her waist and placed a kiss on her forehead.She tensed under my arms, and I tightened my grip on her. She looked at me sharply and understood my actions. She smiled brightly at me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and went on tiptoe to whisper in my ear, "You have a lot to explain," "I don't. N
Selena’s POVI finished my business in the restroom and made my way outside. I noticed that most couples were on the dance floor, dancing with each other. I was suddenly blocked by a hard body and was forced to step back to look up at the intruder of my private space.“Hey, lovely,” an unfamiliar voice stopped me in my tracks.“H…i.”“You look so lovely, dear.” He eyed me from head to toe, making me feel so small and exposed. He must be a pervert. Didn’t he notice the ring on my finger?I purposely used my ring finger to push my hair behind my ears, but he did not seem to care about the diamond on my finger. “Excuse me, please. I…” I tried to step aside for a pass, but he grabbed my arm instead to put me on a halt.I seriously don’t want to create a scene here. Oh, help me, Lord. “Let go of me, please.”“Why? You don’t want to dance with me?” he asked sheepishly. “Why?”“Because she has a husband waiting for her to dance with,” Jake responded behind us.We turned to him, and he was gl
Jake’s POVSelena turned and walked away. What the hell? It would be rude and paint the wrong image if she should go by herself to greet the host, leaving me in the middle of the room. Who knows who was watching? I went after her in long strides and held her back from her shoulders. She tensed under my touch but relaxed instantly, and I would have doubted she was stiff earlier.“Smile,” I whispered in her ears as I held her by her waist and led her in the direction of our host. Mrs. Jucci saw us and left her small group of friends. I was expecting her to stop in front of us, but she didn’t. Instead, she pulled Selena into a hug like the two were friends. They haven’t even met. My hand was still wrapped around Selena’s waist. I squeezed her waist, and she finally returned the hug by patting Mrs. Jucci on the back like a small kid.Mrs. Jucci pulled back, grinning. “You look familiarly…” She uttered, and immediately I looked into Selena’s eyes, I understood her fear. God knows what bad
Selena’s POV I was hungry, and I wanted to be full with what on earth was entering into my nostrils. I almost fell from my chair, but Jake kept me right as I kissed him passionately on the lips. What was I doing? I hiccupped out of a sudden and pulled away from Jake. “Oops!” I covered my mouth, still feeling the spark from our heated kiss. “What are you doing?” I asked Jake. He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. He stood up on his feet. “You just kissed me.” “What? I did what?” Was I imagining the kiss? “I… I mean, I don’t…” What excuse do I want to give for kissing him? Because I wanted it? Because I wanted to feel connected to him, because I missed him? Which excuse will not sound immature to him? “It was a mistake,” I said with a stoic face. Before he could say more, my stomach growled in hunger, and Jake shook his head before going back to his seat to sit down. He pushed a plate in my direction; the aroma filled me a little. I dug into the food immediately, and when I was
Jake’s POVI walked into the conference room and took my seat as the head; Kelvin was on my right, followed by the rest of the board members. Today, we would be voting for the chairman. Since my grandfather's passing two years ago, my father, the acting chairman, also passed away a few months ago, leaving the position vacant for too long.As the CEO, I was in competition with Kelvin, a family member who also had the right to the company. The company was not explicitly willed to anyone; instead, it was left for the person capable of making it prosper. And that person was me. I was the right choice for the position.Being married is considered being competent which would play a crucial role in the decision-making process. I hoped not to falter due to my face-blindness. I would have to rely on voices and the memorized seating arrangement to navigate this room.“Can we start the meeting?” The head of the directors spoke, and his assistant went to the podium.“Today, we will be voting for