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, "Thank you for reading, thanks for your reviews and gems. I hope I answered some of your questions? 12 chapters to go. Love you all.
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
"Are you alright?" Ben asked Monica as soon as Sly stepped out. She had drained of colour as if a ghost had just vanished from her office. Elsie didn't wait either and went out to disperse the crowded staff outside the door when she came in. "Yes, but how did he find me?" Monica asked with unrest. She was slightly moved that Sly came and it wiped out some of the embarrassment he caused her. Suddenly she didn't feel too ashamed for all she did because she wasn't the only one in love. Still, it didn't justify what he did, neither did it make her forget that heartbreaking night. "It's a global village. You can find anyone as long as you have the money and the right connections. I will tell Judith to never let him into this office again," Ben promised. Monica appreciated his care. She was trying so hard to get over Sly, yet his presence was so captivating, it felt as if he was still there. She figured it would be best if she never saw him again. Howev
Sly's behaviour was odd. It was as if he was in a war zone. Each minute that passed with him thinking of Monica with Ben, made his blood burn like a hot furnace. Jealousy soiled with envy creased his brow. Sly never felt this way about anyone in his life before. Not even Claudia. Since he stepped into Atlanta, he hasn't enjoyed or thought of any pleasantries. The only name and image on his mind were Monica. No one understood his behaviour but they supported him relentlessly. After James packed up as Sly commanded and ordered for another Jet, they set off to the restaurant. When Sly alighted at the entrance of the restaurant of luxury hotel Ben took Monica, James drove to park at the car park. He pressed to stop the ignition and waited for Sly's next order. Sly was met at the entrance by Dickson, who handed him a handkerchief and whispered something in his ear. Since it was the VIP side, there were only four tables that were all occupied. Sly frowned at the notion. It would h
Sly arrived at the jet hanger. A sense of accomplishment caressing him. Nonetheless, he was concerned about how Monica would react when she woke up. Still, he was determined to make it work and to never let her out of his sight again. Another jet arrived and James was waiting on Sly's instructions. When it didn't come, he dialled his number. "We have to go Sly," he said as soon as Sly answered the call. Sly had just finished tucking Monica in bed in the private jet. He thoughtfully said, "no, you take the other jet with the boys and don't leave Elsie behind." James couldn't understand the abrupt change of plans, "What about you?" "I have to go somewhere," Sly reiterated. Worry laced his tone. "Please Sly, I have to know. "James was wagging in another confusion. "It's nothing James, trust me. We're just going for a little vacation in Dubai." James was washed in solace. He agreed that it was best for the pair to take some t