Sly boiled in anger, his eyes moved from one corner to the other, as he accessed the once beautifully decorated room. The furniture was turned upside down, wallpapers torn, leaving a shambled appearance. He glanced at Monica, as she sat carefree on the chair with her legs crossed. His mind tried to analyze everything but strangely, his shock gradually dissipated, leaving a shred of a feeling of what Monica had become. He never expected a calm and calculated social phobia turning into what he would describe as cunning. He reckoned about the encounter in the club, then over here in the hotel and wondered if Monica monitored the CCTV installed in his office to get accurate information on his plans.
He didn't suspect Veronica to be behind it because he hadn't thought that she would help Monica. Still, he couldn't bring himself to forget the pain he felt when he saw that video. He felt like a commodity traded in the market and given away on a platter of gold. The more he pondThank you for reading this book! If you enjoyed this book and even if you did not, i would be grateful if you would post an honest review. Every review helps this book find more readers, the lifeblood of any author. Your support in the form of an honest review really does make a difference. I read every one as part of my efforts to make my books even better. I would also be grateful if you shared a link to this book on your social media accounts. If, for some reason, you did not like this story, please tell me. I will use your constructive criticism to fix any flaws in my book to make it better , so it meets your expectations. Thank you so much for your support, gems and your honest reviews.
Meg massaged her burning cheek and ran out of Monica's office. She almost regretted taking this decision. She thought that Monica would sober since Sly brought her back but Monica's behaviour rather frightened her. She had been patient for a long time, waiting for Sly to come to his senses and propose to her, just for Monica to return, and take an important part in his life. She couldn't accept it and neither was she ready to step down, no matter the number of slaps she received from Monica or even strangers like Gertrude. She went back to her cubicle, immersed with thoughts of how to get Sly to bed tonight. It would be a great win for her. Already, she had become the centre of envy, of every female in the open office because of her relationship with Sly. She was the only one who could call him by his nickname and walk to his office unannounced except for Monica. This behaviour, being encouraged by Sly, planted a seed of disdain towards Monica in some of the officers who
"Did you do this?" Sly questioned her. Monica stared ahead without sparing him a glance. She felt a bit strange, as she thought of the impact of her actions but Sly's words dug a hole of guilt in her but which other way could she have used to end their date before it led to something else? When she thought about it again, she was rather fulfilled and replied, "saving you? yes. Anything else?" Sly shook his head in disappointment. It seemed to him that he didn't know Monica anymore. She might still hold the key to his heart but he rather felt uncomfortable having her in the same room, as he thought about how far she would go the next time. "Stop the car, Monica," Sly yelled but Monica didn't quiver. She feigned dumb, her foot pressed on the accelerator, "and if I don't?" Her voice was rather daring this time. Sly had mixed feelings, "why are you doing this?" he sounded helpless. "Simple. I love you and I want you back. I just want thing
Monica heard a female voice and knew that Sly wasn't alone. Instinctively, she turned on the light. Her heart sank at the familiar face laid on her matrimonial bed, clad in Monica's favourite nightie. It was no other than Meg. Monica couldn't hide the pain this time as her jaws clenched. She shook with anger, as she looked around for Sly and was about to enter the washroom when he stepped out, coming face to face with her. He showed no remorse, "Sly, what is she doing here?" Monica asked nervously. Sly didn't spare her a glance. He was only in his boxer shorts with his toned muscle exposed. "I brought her here. You can leave if you don't want to share the same room with her," Sly said rather calmly. He figured he had managed to poke Monica's last strand of hope. She felt comfortable because Sly never brought any other woman to the villa. Now that Sly took that away, her heart was completely torn. Monica forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes, "
The detective didn't hear Sly speak so she took it as a lead that Sly was engrossed with the information and continued, "we called her and she said she left a letter for you in her office," the detective concluded. Sly paled at the news, as he felt his breath cease. He didn't believe it but when the detective told him about the letter, his anxiety increased. "Hello," Sly didn't respond. "hello," the detective ended the call with Sly still in a daze. As if washed by heavy rain, he dashed to Monica's office and of a truth, there was an envelope. He took it, opened it and gawked at the content. It was Monica's resignation letter. Sly instantly tore it. He called Elsie to find out about Monica's whereabouts. The latter told him that she was in the villa. Sly left the office, got into his car and drove at top speed. He reached the villa and dashed to his room. It was cleaned with everything changed as he had requested. But he was saddened to see Monica's ring on the bed w
Ben froze in shock. He didn't expect Monica to be vulnerable before him but he appreciated her trust and tightened his arms around her frail body. It was the first time he had the opportunity to hold her this close. At most, it was just an assuring pat in the back no matter how casual they were. This should've excited Ben but it didn't. He was rather saddened as Monica sobbed. She thought she had shed enough tears last night but the realization that she just held it in through the day was too glare. "Everything is going to be fine, it's okay," Ben tried to comfort her, as her frail body was lost in his big strong chest. Monica wallowed in regret, all the embarrassments Sly caused her were gradually poking her, "I shouldn't have gone back. I should have known that he moved on," she cried, her tears wetting Ben's jacket. "shoooo. There's no time for regrets, life is filled with lessons. At least you cleared your conscience and that is good enough," Ben co
"I want Elsie in Atlanta. I need a trusted person with Monica to give me the information I need," Sly revealed. Kyle was deep in thought. He knew that Sly could have easily convinced Elsie to go with Monica without coming over. Therefore, he was slightly doubtful. "Is that all?" He asked sceptically."No. I want you to manage Norman Holdings in my absence. I will leave with Elsie and James but I need a trusted person to watch over the company. You don't have to be there every day. Twice a week is fair enough," Sly explained.Kyle was stunned. His company was successful now, thanks to Sly. Yet, he couldn't believe that Sly would entrust him with such an honourable responsibility. He couldn't believe it, "and you are entrusting me with Norman Holdings?" He asked carefully, his eyes wide in shock."Do you know a better person?" Sly asked, standing from the sofa. Kyle went into deep thought again and said, "Dickson?"Sly frowned, "no way. He will sell t
In exactly two and half hours, the private jet landed in Atlanta. They checked into a hotel close to Monica's office. However, Elsie was supposed to go and live with Monica. That way, she could pass information to Sly. Sly was supposed to ensure that Monica did not suspect Elsie. Therefore, he gave her a cordless earpiece. Elsie let down her long dirty blonde curly hair to hide the earpiece. A mixture of rage and agitation assaulted Sly when he heard that Monica was still with Ben, his heart sank and he grew impatient at the thought. Whichever way, they insisted that Elsie goes first. Elsie got to Ben's penthouse and pressed the doorbell. Ben wasn't expecting anyone and neither was Monica. They were sitting with their laptops, working from home. Ben stared at Monica suspiciously, Monica returned the same suspicious glare. Not being able to figure out who it was, Ben answered the door, his eyes wide in shock. "Elsie?" "Hello, Mr Patrick?" Elsie exclaimed
"Sly?" Monica rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Sly took off his sunglasses, hooked it on the pocket of his blazer. "Yes, Monica, it's me, Sly. Did you think you could just leave me like that?" He uttered, striding towards her desk. Sly's analysis woke the rage in Monica. Yet, she calmed herself. No one in the company except for Ben, Elsie and Serena knew about her marital affairs therefore, she wasn't ready to let them in on it. "I only fulfilled your wish," she bitterly said. "Fulfil my next wish then," Sly said, as he sat on a chair in front of her. His thought patterns run wild. Monica knitted her brow, "what is that?" Sly leaned in, then said in a whisper, "I will only tell you if you promise to fulfil it." "Then you have to keep it because I won't make you any promises." Monica wasn't dumb. She knew how slimy Sly could be and now, she didn't want any of it. She was determined to move without her heart because she knew it