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That was the stuttering sound of Alisha's camera. "Oh my God, Monica. I should use your picture for the front cover of my fashion magazine," Alisha yelped with excitement when she continuously captured Monica's image on camera. She had spent her whole day with Monica and now, it was time for her to prepare the latter for the event.
Monica giggled at her remark, a surge of excitement bubbling in her stomach. "I don't mind, as long as Sly agrees."
"Of course, I'm going to beg him to allow me to use these pictures," Alisha cried out, taking more pictures of Monica. "Trust me, any man who sees you tonight is gonna die for you not being their date," Alisha continued to compliment.
Monica reddened in embarrassment. "Come on Alisha, stop exaggerating," she muttered shyly.
"I am not exaggerating. Just wait till you Sly sees you. He's gonna rip off your clothes and cancel this damn event. It might just be a second honey
Sly inferred what he was doing. He took windfall of the situation at hand to relieve the urge he had been suppressing the whole night. On the contrary, Monica's mind was blank but she responded to his kiss with a light moan.Since they were in the public eye, she didn't try to fight against Sly in any way. She would just maintain her perfect role as a contract wife. Whoever Claudia was, could be discussed later, if only Sly would be ready to give her any information on the matter.The kiss lingered on, with no one pulling away. Attention was drawn from some of the guests before Sly gently pulled away. A smile formed on the corners of his lips, his green eyes glued to Monica's brownish-green ones.Monica had covered her emotions well and her expression was unreadable with the smile glowing her features. Bruce glared unbelievably at the couple, not in the least understanding what has just transpired. Monica had succeeded greatly, in hiding her fears under he
"Do you know him?"Sly asked Monica when the latter seemed speechless. It was rhetorical anyway. What Sly wanted to know was the effect the man had on Monica to get such a reaction from her."Monica Del, it's wonderful to see you tonight. I almost didn't recognize you," the man said, indirectly answering Sly's question. Sly face darkened, his eyes cold. He felt a twitch in his heart at the way the man spoke. There was a ray of confidence and pride, in contrast to Monica's expressionless face."Oh, I didn't expect you to recognize me, Mr. White. After all, I am just a piece of trash, who would only succeed in warming other men's beds," Monica said coldly.The man's face turned chagrin but he quickly composed himself. "You misunderstood, Monica, but that was in the past. You are nothing like the timid girl who entered my office and froze at the spot. You are so different now and you are even Mrs. Norman. I must say that your progress is rather quick and unexpected
"It's nothing important, I will take care of it."Of course, Monica did not believe Sly. She knew he was hiding something. Who in the right sense would throw a punch against an older man for nothing? Monica did not pursue it further but it persisted in her heart, whipping her for answers.Sly didn't want to tell Monica because he didn't want her to worry unnecessarily. Meanwhile, he was boiling like a volcano. When they arrived at the villa, it was very late. He carried Monica out of the car, bridal style. In time past, she would have been so excited but it wasn't so this time.They were out of the public eye and there was no need to pretend anymore. All the emotions bottled up inside were begging for release. Monica realized that instead of Sly taking her to her room, he was heading for his."Sly,""shooo," Sly hissed. Monica adhered to his sleek command. He took her to his room and gently placed her on the bed."I will be right back," he m
James clutched his phone tight. A line of frown creeping to his features. His heart sunk at the sound of Monica's voice at the end of the call. This was totally unexpected and he hadn't the slightest clue as to what to do."Monica?" His voice was low with concern. 'Did Sly do anything to her? Why is she calling me? If Sly gave her my number, then it's fine."James, I got your number from your secretary." James' face drained of color. It would have been okay if Sly was aware but this showed that Sly wasn't aware. He instantly had a bad feeling about this."James, I just need to talk to you. It's about Sly." James felt that something must have happened to Sly."What happened to Sly? Is he alright?""Yes, he is fine. Can I meet up with you somewhere? Please don't tell Sly." James was stupefied. What if this was a setup? However, he knew that Sly wasn't such a person and Monica didn't seem like that either.He personally investigated Monic
James could discern that Monica would not believe him even if he told her the truth. Even he had heard the name once and it wasn't from Sly, but his mother but he never knew the details either. The only thing he recalls is Sly talking about how broken-hearted he was when they first met.They were just pouring each other's woes. However, he had also come to the understanding that Sly never opens up about things that hurt him. That was Sly and they moved on like that. Nobody wanted to visit the past anyway. It was as good as dead and James, just like Sly, wanted the past as buried as it was supposed to."Will you believe me if I tell you that I don't know? Where did you even hear the name?"Of course, Monica did not believe him but she didn't show it. "One of Sly's friends mentioned it at the event and Sly seemed to be in a daze. I realized that the person had strong leverage on him.""That is where you are wrong, Monica. From all indications, Claudia was h
Monica facepalmed, her social phobia suddenly hitting hard. This was unexpected and she could endure it. Heat pangs assaulted her till she was shoved into a car. A Pagani Huayra. She only came to senses after the car moved out of the garage."Where is your house? Or I can take you to mine," the driver smirked.The man's voice was smooth with a tinge of baritone, massaged with a seductive lure. Monica was uncomfortable. "Anyway, my name is Dickson," he said, glancing at Monica before turning his attention back to the road."I'm Monica. Please take me to Norman's Villa. I came with a driver but I would just call him to meet me at home," Monica said politely. This man seemed to be her helper but she could also perceive that if given the chance, he would be up to no good."Norman villa?" Dickson frowned. His question made Monica gape at him for the first time. His hair was blonde and he had green eyes like Sly's but there was no resemblance. Dickson was
Defeat covered Monica. She was still in a trance. What just transpired between them? Is this what Sly's anger felt? He was so intimidating, dominant, and uncondescending. She still felt her body spark in response at the mere thought of Sly. She felt a sensation between her thigh and wondered what it would feel like if he were inside her. Since when did she begin being a pervert? Reality swayed on her when she saw the torn jeans on the floor. She got rid of it and got herself a pair of shots. She vowed to herself that she would not give in to Sly till he loved her the same. This has prepared her for what is ahead.She went for the door but it was locked. Why did he lock her inside the room? He had never done that before. Monica's mind was in chaos when she pressed the alarm but there was no sound or Sly must have purposely deactivated it.Sly drove to James' mansion immediately after he left the villa. It was a forty-four minutes journey but Sly got there in twenty minute
This chapter contains mature scenes. Read at your own risk.Dickson coward in fear and tried to run out of the door. Sly grabbed him by his shirt collar and trailed his gaze at Monica. His eyes landed on the red patches on her face."This time Dickson, you crossed the line." His voice was a dangerous growl when he pushed Dickson with force. The latter hit his back on the wall and screamed in pain."Come on, Sly, will you kill me because of a woman? I'm your brother," Dickson cowered with evident fear in his eyes."Brother my ass," Sly snarled, charging towards Dickson and landing onto his face, multiple punches.Dickson begged, "Please Sly, I didn't do anything.""How dare you hit my wife, Dickson? How dare you lay a finger on what is mine?" Sly landed a kick on his stomach. "You are not even allowed twenty meters close to her, Dickson. This is your first and last warning," Sly roared, leaving the battered Dickson on the floor, covered