A startled gasp cut through from Stephanie's lips as she turned quickly to face Rayder who was still standing at the door. Perplexity was screaming all over her. How was he suddenly home? For how long had he been standing there? Did he overhear all the gibberish she said to his kids? Oh! She was definitely dead!
The kids had lowered their heads to the meal they weren't interested in and seemed like they weren't even breathing. Finally, Rayder started walking towards them, his briefcase in his hand. This caused Stephanie to harbour so much fear as she thought he'd confront her about all she had said. How would she explain herself? She had been bullying his kids, there was no redemption for that.
"G... Good evening, s...sir", she stuttered helplessly, her gaze pinned to the ground.
But surprisingly, when Rayder got close enough, he simply walked pass them and took the stairs. The kids sighed with relief, while
Stephanie didn't really have much disturbances with the kids for the rest of the evening. She did every other necessary things and made sure the kids were tucked into bed before attempting to leave."I am so happy you passed your first day here", Madame Beatrice beaned as she walked Stephanie to the door. "I don't need anyone to tell me they gave you so much troubles, but it's amazing how you sailed through it".She had just gotten home and was still dressed in her official outfit and heels."It's nothing. I told you ma'am; I have a son at home. So, I know exactly how to handle such kids" Stephanie answered ecstatically."I see".They stopped walking when they got to the door."Make sure you're safe on your way home. And be early tomorrow, alright?" Madame Beatrice reminded."Of course, ma'am. Goodnight
TWO DAYS LATERStephanie was in her worst mood that morning as she walked to the estate. With her hands wrapped across her shoulders, she counted her steps like a person suffering from cold. For the first time since Nathan left her, she felt the impact of the divorce. She felt a slap on her face. Her son was having his sports day at school and they were all expected to come with their dads. Initially, she never wanted to tell Nathan about it. But when Zion kept crying and insisting, she had to give in and give Nathan a call that morning. But to her surprise, it was Etta who took his call. "What do you want?" Etta had asked, sounding surprised and insecured like Stephanie was trying to steal her man away. "This is Nathan's phone. Where is he?" Stephanie had responded. Etta had told her Nathan was not around and insisted Stephanie dropped whatever message she had with her. At first, Stephanie refused. But when she saw that Etta was being stubborn about it, she had to tell her inten
Stephanie couldn't believe her eyes as she stared at the shattered glass on the floor. What have they done?"Why did you break it?" She turned to the kids and asked, her voice cracking a bit."Well, what do you think? You should probably be looking for a way to explain yourself to our dad when he gets home" Isabelle sniggered."What? I... I don't understand. You broke the frame, not me", Stephanie was confused."We know we did. But do you really think we plan on revealing ourselves?" Isabelle scoffed."When daddy gets home and finds his favourite frame broken, he might strangle you, or perhaps, lock you up for life. So, if I were you, I'd leave this very instant and never return", Isadora stepped forward."If you chose to live, it'd be better for you. So, just go 'cause we don't want you here".Stephanie's eyes gli
Rayder's secretary - Candice - was standing behind him and was in utter shock as she also stared at the shattered frame in front of them. No, no. This was bad. Whoever did this...She knew how special that frame was to Rayder and how much he didn't joke with it. Why would anyone ruin it that way? There was no doubt Rayder would be filled with rage. What was she saying? He was already filled with rage.Just then, she heard footsteps and lifted her gaze to the staircase to see a strange lady scurrying down. But she stopped the moment she noticed them.After scolding the kids, Stephanie had spent enough time, crying in the kitchen. When she finally regained her strength and decided to go clear up the mess, she unfortunately met Rayder already there.She stopped walking immediately as fear filled her eyes. Oh, no. Her intentions had been to clean up the mess and leave before anyone woul
Stephanie knocked twice on the gate and took a step back, awaiting response. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she took a quick look around. The estate was dazzling and luxurious, she couldn't imagine how lucky the occupants were to live in such heaven. The rest of the houses in the vicinity were alike, giving the entire environment a uniformed beauty. She could literally smell the wealth of the occupants in the air. She looked back at the gate and was about knocking again when it was finally opened up, a short plump man in a security uniform showing up. Stephanie could tell his uniform was more expensive than what she wore. "Do you need something?" He asked grumpily, giving a head - to - toe stare at her. "Yes. Um...good morning. My name is Stephanie and I'm here for the interview", she responded, ignoring the rude fact that he hadn't greeted her. A glare of ridicule crawled into the man's face as he repeated another head - to - toe stare at her. He had a deriding expression
She felt a bit nervous as she walked into the house that smelt nothing short of wealth. From the doorstep alone, she could tell the WELCOME footmat would cost more than she's ever earned.A fruity fragrance hit her nose, the air conditioner feeling so new to her nostrils. She inhaled deeply and her eyes twinkled as they beheld the beauty before them. The luxurious sitting room was the prettiest she had ever seen. There was a woman on one of the couches, holding a small cup that steamed with what seemed to be coffee. She was adorned in a short black dress with jewelries blinking on her neck, ears and wrist. And although, she looked older, but she also seemed smart. "Good morning, ma'am" Stephanie bowed and greeted, guessing she was the grandma. "Good morning to you. How're you doing?" The sophisticated - looking woman asked, giving Stephanie a head - to - toe stare which she noticed. "I'm doing just fine, ma'am. Thanks", Stephanie answered a bit anxiously. She didn't want to sound
As Stephanie walked down the lonely path to her old creaky house, she reminisced over her experience at the estate. After the kids spilled the liquid on her, they had glared at her and walked away. She was furious but didn't want to report the incidence to their grandma. So, she just dabbed the little she could and left. She was determined to get the job, no matter what. Hopefully, the grandma calls her. She was still diving in her thoughts, but the moment she hit the path facing her home, her heart sunk into her chest. She stopped walking and tried controlling her pants as she stared at the figure before her house, sitting in the roofed pavement with his face buried in his palms like he was waiting for someone. Every ounce of joy Stephanie had felt in the last few minutes vanished from her the very instance she set her eyes on him - Nathan, the only man she's ever loved. For a moment, she felt like running to give him a hug, but when her memories whispered all the cruel things he
Nathan felt a little muzzy as he pressed the doorbell, his head spinning like it might explode at anytime. He was drowning in trauma and all he wanted at that point was the comfort of his bed. He pressed the doorbell again and just then, the door was opened, her slim figure showing up before him. His heart gave a light leap as he beheld her pretty face - one that looked so calm and innocent. But it didn't mean she couldn't be violent when she wanted to be. Her hair was falling freely over shoulders, her erected nipples pointed at the white singlet she wore on her white short. And the only thing she had on her heart-shaped lips was a colorless lipgloss, lugging the temptation of a kiss. Most times, Nathan wondered if she was prettier than Stephanie. But one thing was for sure - she had captured his heart. "You're back", she said in a mutter, still holding the door.Her round eyes slided between his hands; he could tell she was searching for something. "How did it go? Did she sign t