"How dare you, huh!" Joyce dropped her bag and started hitting him on the chest one at a time. "How fucking dare you! How could you stoop so low to fuck that bitch?"
He realized he was wrong. Joyce only defended him because she did not want to feel defeated in Vivian's presence. She was truly a strong woman to have withheld her anger for him. "Sweetheart, please, let me explain," he pleaded.
"You want to explain? Go ahead and tell me why she was grinding you in her panties." Tears was raining from her eyes.
"Baby, calm down. Come here and sit, then I will explain," he took her to sit on a couch and he bent before her.
Joyce did not meet his eyes. She could not bring herself to at that moment.
"Joy, believe me. I did not touch her. Not at all," he confessed. "When she got here, I threatened her to leave and went upstairs to do something. I returned and saw her moaning into my phone. I
Annabelle entered into the Andrews Company as a delivery girl and was directed to the top floor where the person she wanted to deliver to was working. She did not know who the person was neither what was in the package. All she knew was that the person was the CEO of the company.She had been trying to figure out what was in the carton, but could not. It was light and could only guess that what would be inside would be light, too.She entered into the elevator and started ascending. She emerged and went to meet the young lady who was sitting behind a huge half moon desk. The young woman was only visible from the top of her head to her bosom.Annabelle adjusted her face cap and nose mask. She knew too well than to loose guard. She could not afford getting caught on the CCTV camera which was in every nooks and crannies of the building. Who knew if what she was carrying was a letter bomb? Her life could be miserable at the mo
Joyce paraded the living room of her fiance's house as she await him to get back. She had called him few hours earlier and he had told her that he would be back soom, but had not appeared ever since, nor was he picking up her calls anymore.She decided to try his mobile number again and fortunately, it was picked on the second ring. "Come on! Where are you? I've been worried," she asked as soon as she heard his voice."I'm here," she heard him say and became confused. She was about to question him to that regard when the door opened and he emerged. She sighed and went to him, surrounding her hands on his waist."You're late. Why is that?""Good evening to you, too." James smiled, disregarding her question. "No welcome kiss and you're asking me why I am late?"Joyce laughed and hit him softly on the shoulder. "Okay, fine." She leaned in and placed her mouth briefly
James was glad the following day was Saturday. He used that opportunity to relax at home. Work had been so hectic for him lately since he no longer had a personal assistant. And the club he went with Joyce the previous night did him no good.And talking about Joyce, he was so pissed with her for disappearing the night before. She had only informed him that she would be back but never returned. It took him several attempts before he was able to get in touch with her through her number. All his previous attempts were telling him the line was busy.He had been so worried that he went outside to check on her, but no matter where he searched, she was no where to be found. That had bothered him and Dami, who started trying her number, too.When he was finally able to get in touch with her, he had screamed in anger at her. All she did was apologised that something came up and was no
James left his mother's house depressed and returned to his house. He inserted his key to open his front door but noticed it was unlocked. He was sure he locked the door on his way out and it was too late for his girlfriend to be there. It was almost ten pm.His mind drifted to the thief that had broken into his mother's house and had perfectly stolen money from the safe. He couldn't possibly be here in his house. What for?He was not scared. Not for a moment. He believed the thief would not go scot free. Not in his hands.Slowly, he turned the door knob and opened it. He felt something moved from behind the door. The thief would have known he was back and was now armed and waiting for him to enter and then, probably hurt him. He was smarter than that.
Joyce was puzzled. She had no idea what he was talking about. She would never go to his parents' house without telling him. She was even always shy to go alone without specific reasons.And what was that about being all over a guy? She made an attempt to touch him, but he did not allow that by moving to the side, so she rose to her feet and went to stand before him. "What are you talking about, James? I am confused," she asked silently. She was aware he was very annoyed and shouting to prove her point would do no help.James said nothing at first. He wanted to calm down, but he was struggling to. It was very difficult for him to reduce his anger. He opened his mouth to talk only for him to close it back and went to his room.Joyce watched silently as he disappeared from her sight and came back with an envelope. She collected the envelope and opened it. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed as she saw the pictures one
"What! How? When?" Joyce exclaimed when James told her that the money had been stolen from his mother's safe. She was shocked and speechless. Thirty million was a huge sum of money. Who could have done that?"I really don't know how but it happened yesterday. The police are still doing their investigation on the how it happened. I will be going there soon," James uttered.Joyce rose from her seat in the living room and started parading the room. She put a finger to her lips and bit on it. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "What do we do now? That money is huge. Fuck, the person who did that must be someone you know or could it be that you were tailed?" The inspective side of her was awakened. She could not help but start assuming the possibilities and the probabilities."I don't think I was tailed there. I would have noticed if that were the case." James sighed heavily. "Actually, refunding the money would not be a pr
Angela finally got the new address of Joyce. She had been to the house she used to live, thinking she was still there,but on getting there, she was told that the family had relocated. She had been fortunate enough to find a neighbor that knew their new residence and had given her the new address.She vowed to visit her that morning and tell her all she overheard from the snobbish woman. She could not just open her eyes and watch her friend's life get ruined when she could do something about it. She took a taxi and told the driver where she was going.Minutes later, the driver parked in front of a beautiful bungalow. She was awed as she looked at the building. Her friend had really upgraded. From the look, she knew that the house was not like some very expensive ones on movies or the ones described in novels, but for someone to be living in a house such as that could only mean they were living well.She paid the driver and alighted. She
James widened his eyes and moved closer to the screen. He replayed the video and paused it where the lady was entering. He tried to look clearly to see if the figure was really familiar,but no matter how close he looked, the lady did not resemble Joyce.But, that dress was the same as Joyce's and according to the time and date, it was the night he had been to the club with her. He stopped himself from thinking further. He trusted Joyce."Isn't this Joyce? So, her aim was to steal the money when she came by. How could she? She has no sha–"James was pissed off. "Mum!" He called, trying to control his anger. "Do you realize who you are talking about?" He asked in case her mother had forgotten that Joyce was his fiancée."I find it hard to believe, too, but she's the one we're seeing here," his mother protested. No matter how much she loved the lady, she would never condone her acting in such a