BELLA'S POV "Why did my heart flutter at the sight of him with my boss? Whatever that may be between them is none of my business... Come to think of it, my boss can't possibly be with two brothers. Snap out of it, Bella. Ms. Jọláadé's feelings for Mr. Zach are genuine." My thoughts were in turmoil as I recalled the scenario again. It wasn't a work day, it was another day to rest, reset, and unwind. I was dressed in a crop top and shorts. I settled on the clean floor of my living room with a plate of pastries, a cup of black steaming coffee, and a TV show on display, desperately hoping there would be no work emergencies. My phone beeped, it was a text from Wale stating, "You owe me." I returned the phone to its initial position and continued with my meal. I indeed owe him even after how I had turned him down the day he offered dinner at the same time as Christian, who I also had to turn down. He didn't hesitate to help me out when I reached out to him for help. With his status and
JỌLÁADÉ'S POV There is nothing quite like a uniquely crafted, elegant evening gown for an official dinner party thrown by a distinguished dignitary in the nation, poised to captivate and command the attention of all, perhaps even causing them to forget their companions. The ultimate way to command that full attention is to arrive fashionably late. The grand entrance, when most guests are already present, is paramount. All eyes are fixed on you as if you are the host, seizing the moment. As I entered the lavishly adorned venue, aglow with opulent chandeliers and soft lighting, all gazes were upon me, and the rising murmur of the crowd was all I could hear; evidently, I had disrupted the socializing. I had arrived to reclaim my crown and honour; in that moment, I had to embody a warrior in a gown, determined to succeed. Despite my nerves, I remained steadfast. Gracefully, I made my way to a cocktail table, where a waiter approached me with a drink. I accepted a glass of champagne and
I've come to realize that appearances can be deceiving. It's hard to believe I initially thought Rótìmí was the owner of the firm and that Gabriel and Erica were a perfect match. I stood by the dining table, pouring a substantial amount of milk into the baby bottle. However, when memories of the kiss I shared with Gabriel flooded my mind, fear gripped me, causing the milk to spill on the table. Jadesola noticed and approached me, taking over the baby's meal preparation. "Are you alright?" She inquired with curiosity. "Of course... I just have a lot on my mind," I lied. There was no way I could confess to her about the brief, intimate kiss shared with my ex. I couldn't bring myself to admit it. "Zach?" She said. "Yes..." I sighed, sitting down and watching her prepare the baby's meal in my place. "I'm sorry... Zach and I didn't work out because we were both too focused on our careers and neglected to find a balance. You shouldn't make the same mistake," she advised. "Jadesola, I'm
I couldn't deny what my body wanted. His sensual touch; his enormous arms and his sturdy muscles wrapped around my body. It has been several weeks, and despite my busy schedule, I find that I cannot stop thinking about him. Even during my hectic days, I make time to communicate with him regularly. His appealing voice, captivating mannerisms, charming gaze, and enchanting smiles never fail to turn me on, whether I am simply thinking about him or having a video call with him. Perched on my bed, my laptop before me, my arms wrapped around the fancy pillow against my chest; I had worn a nightgown with a seductive allure. "Baby, you are going to get me aroused right here." He admitted and I couldn't help but smile in response. "I hope it isn’t what I'm thinking." He added, furrowing his eyebrows. "Baby..." I muttered, trying to be cute. "I thought you've been busy..." I have indeed been preoccupied with work, but Gabriel has been toying with my feelings, sparking unwanted em
I found it difficult to drink the wine in my mouth. "Why is she questioning me? Does she know something?" I pondered. "I believe perhaps he has been sexually starved for a while since you've been away, and your husband is honourable enough not to be unfaithful. I think that might have caused it." I fabricated an explanation to reassure her. She reclined in her chair and expressed discomfort with her body, hoping that when he arrived, he wouldn't insist on another session. I felt sorry for her, knowing the kind of man she referred to as her husband. "Oh, by the way," she said, scrolling through her phone, she showed me a photo that made my heart skip a beat. "How did she get this picture?" I wondered. It was the same photo Zach had shown me, showing Gabriel holding my hand as we left the event. "Did something happen between you and Zach? Did you two have an argument? Considering he left you alone in front of the production crew." "How did she find out?" I thought. "My hus
For the first time in a while, I went for a run around the neighbourhood. It was challenging because I hadn't been active lately, but it was the only way to distract myself from the strong emotions building up inside me. When I got back home, I was sweating and out of breath. I was surprised to see Erica waiting at my doorstep with a sad expression on her face. "I had no idea you work out," she said, surprised by my sudden workout routine. "Yes, I do it now and then," I responded, trying to catch my breath. "Hey, I'm really sorry about Gabriel and me acting so uncivilized earlier," she apologized. "Oh, that's okay. It's pretty normal for couples to have their moments," I replied, downplaying the situation. But deep down, I knew it bothered me enough to go out and clear my head that same evening. "Are you sure?" she questioned, sceptical of my nonchalant response. "Absolutely," I lied. "I think I'll head in to take a shower now," I told her, looking for an excuse to l
With my mind still preoccupied by thoughts of Gabriel and reminiscing about the way he once made me feel. I momentarily longed to be the one in the kitchen with him that evening; a desire I knew was inappropriate, yet he managed to reignite my longing for him once again like the past. At first, I thought I wanted him to stay away from me. However, I was unexpectedly relieved after receiving his text, which was irresponsible of me. Upon arrival at the firm, the driver snapped me out of my thoughts. After paying him, I gathered my belongings and saw Bella waiting at the entrance, clearly concerned. She took my things as the driver drove off. "My car's acting up," I informed her. "Sorry about that, Ma," she replied as we entered the building together. "Fill me in on my schedule," I requested, acknowledging the greetings of the other staff with a wave of my hand. "Virtual meetings with two clients, the construction manager, and the investment company," she briefed me. "Right. By t
"...I was unaware of his parents' desire to rescind my admission at that time until he recently informed me. It dawned on me that my anger was misdirected towards him when in reality, he made a significant sacrifice on my behalf," she recounted. What a small world, Bella and Wale? I would have never imagined. How could the son of a conglomerate, the heir to the largest insurance company in the state, have been in my presence for over a month without my knowledge? I clearly need to be more observant. Nevertheless, Wale's presence has been immensely beneficial and productive. A website launch, an app in progress, and a swift and reliable office internet network were all his contributions. I may need to find someone else to continue what he started, or even consider scrapping the entire project if necessary. I am not willing to take any risks with someone I do not trust. On second thought, Bella seems to have two potential love interests. Interesting! We seem to be in similar situation