De Grande nightclub was one of the elite's nocturnal hangout. It had hosted several of the city's big names and many more touring from other parts of the country. But it also boasted of having members from other respectable economic and social classes. It was fair for all.
It was at it's dark rosewood-top bar that a young redheaded lady was sitting, nursing her third glass of tequila in her slender fingers. She knew she was going to get drunk but, unfortunately, she had reached and passed the point of caring. The strong need to unwind after the stress from work kept her going on.
At a VIP booth far opposite the bar a guy stared intently at the lady. He'd noticed she came to the nightclub most nights, never with a partner and her ring finger was empty so he assumed she was single. Something about her intrigued him the way a girl had never before, she always looked so vulnerable and beautiful in a classic sense that called to something deep inside him - something that he refused to acknowledge, he just couldn't help being drawn to her.
He was still staring intently at her when a waitress came over to him with a tray. Reluctantly, he diverted his gaze to the staff. The waitress turned pink at this and batted her eyelashes.
'Boss said to ask if you needed another drink, Mr Chevrolet,' she said.
He took another look at her and let his eyes travel down her, slowly. He grinned, bad thing his mind was on the lady at the bar. And she wasn't even half as pretty as the redhead.
'M—Mr Chevrolet?' the waitress stammered.
'I'll go get one at the bar,' he said suddenly, then rolled his chair out and made his way to the bar.
The waitress, Cheri, looked very confused and scared. What had she said wrong? She would be neck-deep in trouble if the boss saw this, after all Mr Chevrolet was a powerful business tycoon and they couldn't bear to lose him.
Meanwhile Chevrolet got to the bar and slid in beside the lady. The latter threw him a cursory glance and was already turning back to her drink with a disinterested look when she suddenly swung her head back at him. She blinked once, twice, thrice.
She'd be damned if it wasn't Channing Chevrolet, the number one business tycoon, owner of C.C hotel, C.C vineyards, C.C architectural firm and many other powerful companies she didn't know of! She'd actually noticed him many times at the club but had never dreamt she'd see him up-close-and-personal. If not for her alcohol-flushed face he'd have known she'd gone redder at the sight of him. Which sane girl wouldn't? He was an epitome of a powerful attractive male, one of the most handsome man she'd ever seen—not that she ever spent much time dwelling on men and their looks. This man, though, demanded admiration, even from her. He was just so masculine, so striking. He turned both male and female heads wherever he went. And not just because of his arresting features and physique. It was his air of authority, the absolute power that emanated from him. It was compelling in a way that captivated her.
She swallowed thickly and looked away. What was she thinking? She mentally slapped herself.
You're a mother for fuck's sake!
She downed her glass in one and drunkily ordered for another, clutching the bar to steady herself.
Channing wondered what had made her to drink that much and felt the need to share in her sorrow. 'Whiskey on the rocks,' he said in his monotone voice to the bartender.
The bartender was so shocked it took him some seconds to snap out of it. He quickly served the man's order still feeling very confused. Why was the club's most important customer coming to the bar to get his own drink? But his question was answered when he saw his gaze on the lady.
Ah, soft work!
Channing drank out of his glass and stared at the girl. She'd glanced at him and her eyes had widened in recognition then had turned back to the bar to place another order. Something in him had tightened at this, she'd looked so beautiful, a sex bomb, almost perfect. 'My name is Channing, what's yours, beautiful?' he asked.
At first she seemed not to have heard him but then she shut her eyes, opened them and said, 'Taissa.'
'A complimentary name for a goddess like you,' he said and grinned.
Taissa frowned feeling her head fuzzy with alcohol. Was he flirting with her? Yes, she answered her own question. This had to stop! She had kids! Moreso he looked dangerous, she was finding it hard to resist him, could feel his male aura enveloping her, drawing her in into the sex appeal he oozed, she felt lightheaded, like she was floating in air. Unconsciously, she reached a hand out as though to touch his face. He took hold of it and she fell out of her eggs in moonshine and hit the earth with a bump.
She tried to pull her hand out of his grasp but it was too late, he wouldn't let go of that limb. 'I'm married,' she said lamely.
His grip on her hand lightened but didn't loosen and he traced long fingers over hers below the knuckle. She felt tingles ride up her arm like an electric shock and a slight moan escaped her lips. What the fuck was he doing to her?
He must've felt it too because she heard him softly make a sound.
'I don't see a ring.' His voice had gone husky.
She tugged her hand again and he let go of it. Taissa wedged the hand tightly between her thighs and brushed a stray red lock out of her face with the other. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him finish his whiskey and get a refill. She needed to leave this place quickly before she did something very stupid—like kiss him. She didn't put herself beyond doing that, especially now she was drunk.
Channing knocked back another glass and flashed a charming smile at her when he caught her staring.
That did it! She wasn't going to sit there like a zombie and let him turn her brain to mush.
She stood up precipitously and wheezed, the room momentarily spinning. The alcohol had rushed to her head and she felt herself falling, falling into the black abyss that was the floor, only for her to be caught halfway down by strong arms. She felt confused as the arms trapped her to a hard chest but leaned in to regain her balance.
Her head rested over his heart and she felt it beat steadily in rhythm with hers pumping as a result of adrenaline. She didn't pull away from him when he helped her out into the cool night air.
She looked more confused when the cool breeze kissed her skin and tried to pull away from him.
'No, don't,' he said. It wasn't a plea, it was a command. 'You're pretty drunk, where's your car?'
'We're both high,' Taissa slurred. She knew for a fact that he was tipsy too. She found herself shivering, and it wasn't from the cold.
Channing raised an eyebrow and stared down at her. True he was tipsy but was still the saner of the two. After all, in a town of blind men a one-eyed man was king. Then she pouted at him and suddenly he felt his heart hammering in his chest. She looked so breathtaking, whatever had caused her to get herself drunk? He couldn't look away from those full pink lips beckoning to him. He lowered his head down to hers. May God help him. Half a second later his lips came smashing down on hers.
For a second Taissa froze and didn't respond, but his hungry kiss woke up long-forgotten emotions in her and she went soft in his arms as she drank from his kisses like one delirious with thirst.
We're both high, she said to herself.
She didn't resist when he walked her farther away from the building, his arms around her waist. Instead she missed the feel of his mouth on hers.Channing guided her around the building with his heart pounding, his blood rushing. Every cell of his body was screaming for him to grab her. To take her. To have her. Right there. He turned the corner into the alley and finally alone, dug his fingers into her hair and ground his mouth on hers, again, desperately, taking what he wanted, what he needed.With a growl that sent his pulse spiking, she grabbed the lapels of his coat and yanked her drunken self higher, meeting his mouth with a desperation of her own. 'Damn,' she muttered between kisses.He didn't answer, he only devoured her mouth. His palms traced down the back of her dress, hesitating only for a moment before sliding up under it. He groaned and flexed his fingers in anticipation and then filled hi
The sun was awake from its eastern cradle and was already taking its baby steps to the west when a sleek BMW pulled up at the at the curb of a two-storey house. The car occupants remained inside for some minutes drawing the attention of a young lady who had spied on the car from a room upstairs. The woman furrowed her brows wondering what the car wanted and went downstairs to find out.She'd just closed the front door after her when the car opened and a man stepped out, went around to the other side, then reappeared, bearing a woman in his arms. She gasped as she realised on closer inspection that the woman was Taissa. What had happened to her? She looked pretty dead to the world. She quickly moved forward to open the gate and made to take her but the man shook his head.'Let me,' he said in a husky voice that sounded suspicious to her. Who the heck was he? She couldn't see his face. It was cast in a shadow by the black baseball
Eleven minutes later Naima came out of her room with her pink and blue backpack slung over her right shoulder. She had on a loose, sea-crystal blue Fendi top that hit her thighs and white pantyhose with lace edging. Her pink Louis Vuitton high-tops made no sound on the floor boards as she crossed to her mommy's room. She slowly opened the door half hoping to see her awake but she was disappointed — her mommy was sprawled on the bed on her back. Naima softly stepped in and stood, watching her, then went over to her. She brushed her mommy's red hair out of her face and bent to kiss her forehead. She wrinkled her nose. Why did Mommy smell funny? Whatever it was she smelt of, Naima didn't think it was perfume and she definitely didn't like it at all. She kissed her forehead and ran out of the room and down the stairs to the dining room where Marlee was packing their lunch with her brother. The latter looked up at her and smiled brightly like the sun.
Channing hurriedly clambered out of his car and made his way to the private elevator leading to his pent office. Just as his PA, Leighton, stepped out of it. The latter looked relieved as he sighted his boss, as if the weight of the world had been placed solely on his shoulders and was just lifted. Channing rolled his eyes and tossed his key at him which he caught. 'Finally,' his PA said. 'I was beginning to think you'd disappeared from the surface of Earth.' 'What's on the agenda for this morning?' Channing said curtly, getting into the elevator. His PA quickly did the same. Channing wasn't in the best of moods today, so he had to be careful. The PA knew when to back off, although Channing was just a few years older than him he was still his boss and the one who paid his salary. 'You were supposed to be at the board meeting forty-two minut
It was a miracle Taissa had managed to reach the kids' school without getting herself into a road accident. She was sure she'd have, had there been no snarl-up on the way. Her mind had been preoccupied — was still — with the thoughts and emotions trampling over her like an outraged herd of elephants. Heck, she'd even forgotten to turn the car to selfdrive mode.She parked the car and rested her head on the wheel. What to do? she asked herself that question for the nth time that day. She'd had a roll in the hay with Channing Chevrolet. Up an alley. She palmed her face.This is very bad.If she was going to get drunk, why did it have to be with him? Why couldn't she have been with another person, at least then she wouldn't be feeling this down in the dumps. For fucks sake, he was a playboy! He probably saw her as nothing but a tool to satiate his manly needs for the night. Fuck, he was probably in b
'Mommy, please don't go out tonight, Mommy.'Taissa slowly turned her head from the couch to Yannis. 'Okay,' she consented. Like she was planning to go back to De Grande after what happened last night. God help her, she wasn't going back to any night club again, ever. She needed to catch up with her kids on their life, the way they used to do.Before, it used to be the three of them together, after school and work they'd chat and gist and have fun, but the increasing stress at work had put an abrupt end to that. She had to take on herculean tasks discarded by the others just so to earn extra to pay bills and stuff. So, most often than nought she turned to drowning her sorrows at the bar, getting Marlee or a babysitter to watch over her kids.Remembering all that, she couldn't help but think she was an irresponsible mother to her kids. Take for example what happened earlier today. But, thankfully, the kids had
Chevrolet tried to sit up in the bed but the girl pulled him back down beside her, her mouth going back to his ears. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Instead he looked down at her with a smile and buried his face in her breasts, earning a moan from her.Funny, the girl wasn't even on his mind; a certain redhead was. He hadn't stopped thinking of her since that night, no matter how hard he tried, she was already stuck to his brain. He'd hooked up with this one yesternight to get his mind off her but it failed to work. As he had plunged into her his thoughts had turned to a mess and all he'd seen was Taissa. Every thrust into the girl had been reliving the ones with Taissa up the alley. For a moment he'd even believed she had been the one right beneath him till they both came and he looked down. He'd fallen out of his castle in the air hard, knocking the air out of him, leaving him cold as reality slapped him right in the face. It wasn't Taissa and it'd neve
Naima hugged her mommy as she got out of the car.'Be good, okay.'Naima rolled her eyes. 'Aren't I always?'Taissa chuckled and passed her her school bag and a few wads of money. 'For munchies and souvenirs and whatnot,' she said.'Okay, thanks, Mommy. You want me to get you something?'Taissa pretended to chew over this for a moment. 'Anything will do,' she said finally just as the son came out from the other side of the car.'What of me?!' he asked loudly as he bounded over to his sister. He held her right hand and made puppy eyes at her, sticking out his bottom lip. 'Aren't you gonna get me something, Naima?''Oh, why would I ever forget you? I'd get the best anything for you.''Can I get a Jag model, please.''No way, man. It's way too high-priced. 'Sides they might not have that.'