The rooftop was a secluded area with soft, soothing music echoing in the background. There were two chairs and a small table with spherical shaped red lights decorating the place. Nick slid his arm around her waist as they walked to the table.“Oh my God! This is really beautiful, you know how I love it.” She whined as they sat on the chair.“I had to put up my best to ensure there was no fault.” He smirked. “Have a drink.”He poured her a glassful of her favourite red wine, clinked glasses with her as they drank up.“This tastes really good.” She licked the wine from her lips.“You taste even better.” He set the glass down and ogled at her.“You're so flirty.” She giggled. “I can't believe we're over all of this.”“You made this right, Cass. I would never have bothered about stepping down for Marc as long as we were fine. I'm sorry you got yourself injured in the process but in the end, it's just a memory.”“Yeah, I don't mind going through hell for the man I love.” She gave him a s
“Dreams without goals are just dreams. And ultimately, they fuel disappointment.” ~Denzel Washington~5 years later…“Let's welcome the CEO of Peytonill Empire, the wife of the famous billionaire we have here with us, who happens to be the CEO of GGC. We would like to host her alongside her husband in our hotseat today.” A resounding round of applause followed the statement as Cassie stepped out before the crowd with a large smile beaming across her face. Blinding camera lights flashed steadily on her as the cameraman took several pictures of her. She waved politely and was treated to the red carpet to meet the host who had reserved a special seat for her, next to that of her husband, across the table.“Welcome once again Mr and Mrs Nicholas Grey, we are pleased to have you in our midst.” The host continued.“It's our pleasure.” They said in unison and smiled at each other.Maya, the host smiled before throwing out some questions to them.“So tell me Mrs. Grey, how is it possible that
Nicholas Grey awakened to the sound of birds singing. He gently opened his eyes and got struck by the bright rays of light stroking through his window and pointing directly to his eyes. He turned around and got startled as sleep condensed his eyes while trying to imagine why he had been sleeping in his study for some days now. He could hear the sound of his ceiling fan rotating as it does during his work days. He observed the heavy, brooding silence that descended on him; the silence and loneliness he had gotten used to. Still feeling tired, he leaned back in his armchair and fell asleep again. Some minutes later, he eventually woke up to the sound of pattering footsteps. He could tell there were people in his office, not one person. He sluggishly stood up, looked around and was flabbergasted to some files and documents scattered around his study. “Who must have been here? Who would do this to me?” He stood there staring into space while fiddling with his keys. He turned to look
Out of concern, Cassie rushed downstairs and saw a crowd already gathered at the receptionist’s office. At first glance, she thought she had been bullied. But on a closer look, she discovered that it was their job applicants at it again. Emily, the receptionist, was not even as calm as she appeared. She would definitely talk back at anyone who gets on her nerve. Little wonder how she was given that position, maybe it was because of the cute smile she wore. They had begged to see Mr. Grey but she kept saying he was temporarily unavailable. She forcefully made her way to the front of the crowd feeling quite terrible already. “Hey guys,” Cassie shrieked. Immediately the other staff saw her, they dispersed to their various offices. She stared at them in amazement. “I need you two to calm down” she added. They turned towards her direction spontaneously and for some uncharted reason, they stopped arguing and faced her. “Could you please sit while I attend to you two?”, she spoke sl
Miss Lance laid on the couch watching the puffy clouds with its dazzling texture from her window while creating beautiful pictures on her mind. She was rather nervous and excited at the same time to go on a dinner date with her boss. She had been longing for such moments so she knew she would have to spend a lot of time working on herself. She wanted to appear with that perfect look of Princess Qajar, an iconic beauty symbol of Persia. She had invited her best friend, Scarlett, over to her house to make her over. Even though she knew Scarlett was always devoted to her work, she hoped for a positive response. Pushing a bit forward, she picked up her girdle from the table where she had kept it earlier and wore it. She wanted to slim down her natural waistline to get an hourglass figure. She did not want anything that will steal her boss’ attention from her that evening. At the thought of that, she heard her phone beep. She hurried to check and saw a message from her friend, Scarlett
Her eyes met a man, not just any man but a handsome man. He had a Platinum blonde hair and scythe shaped eyebrows. His hawkish nose and defined cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. She would have assumed he was a model but he had a manly, Samson physique. His almond shaped hazel eyes were afire with passion and delight. She could not take her eyes off him. Suddenly, he turned his face towards her direction but she quickly looked away and pretended to focus on her phone, feeling tensed already. She stole another glance at him and unfortunately their eyes met. Prisca tried to control her breathing as she started experiencing hot flashes which spurred her to take multiple sips of the wine in front of her. She wished he had averted as she began to feel restless, while subconsciously comparing him to her boss. He wore ritzy clothes with an enchanting smile. She wondered why he stood at the balcony of a room in the hotel. On the other hand, when he turned and caught a glimpse of her, he n
They stumbled into the room and he stopped to close the door, ignoring the passion that was building up between them. His faith in social goodwill was bolstered as he turned to look at her. He watched her as she gently removed her shoes and adjusted the hem of her dress. The cologne she wore was sophisticated and sultry, making him want to run his nose over every inch of her body. ‘Damn it!’ he murmured as a calculated smile flashed on his sexy lips. He imagined shifting those curls on her hair behind her ear and dropping a soft kiss on her neck. It sent burning flames down his groin and her exposed cleavages were not doing anything to control him. Realizing she was a complete stranger, he dropped his face down in disappointment, trying to erase every dirty thoughts he had about her from his mind. He moved some inches away from the door and sat on the bed, unconsciously snapping his fingers and looking very puzzled. He took a deep breath as he sat down beside her, giving a swift t
Grey stiffened in his stance. Never had he seen a lady so confident as she was. He took in a deep breath to let the tension out. "Well, Miss Peyton, you're always free to make suggestions and of course you may be right. I'm glad you're finally out with it. Mind if I give you a ride? Cassie inhaled sharply to calm herself. Did he just offer to give me a ride? Then she gave a soft laugh, with hurt piercing through her heart when she recalled she had seen him in a romanticising position with a brunette already. "I really do mind, boss. Have your damn ride with the brunette." She shrieked and stormed off. A pang of frustration hit him as he saw her off with his eyes then he noticed something falling out of her bag and walked over to the spot. He picked up the keys she had left behind and smiled to himself like he had the best idea ever. Something was certainly not going to be right. Grey had dismissed the lady she came with and waited for Cassie but she always had a way of turning