(JEN’S POV)“I don’t know, can’t we just elope, Mr. Blackwell?” I whispered as I sat in front of him in his office, listening to him rattle by heart, the already cumbersome ideas his mother had suggested for our upcoming wedding ceremony.“As much as it seems like a wonderful idea, Jen… you know that that’s going to send the wrong message across, plus… you can bet your last cent that my mother would organize another grand ceremony even if we did, this one’s an inevitable situation we cannot evade even if we tried to.”I groaned loudly, damning it all in my head.“And what did I tell you about calling me Mr. Blackwell?” He sent a scowl my way… one that had me grinning sheepishly,Oh, I forgot about that for a hot minute. “Sorry, Adonis…” I corrected apologizingly, “But old habits die hard, you know? And I’m afraid this one’s gonna take a while.”“Well, let it die now, Jennifer… or else I’m calling you Mrs. Summers while we all wait for your memory to become familiar with calling me on
(JEN’S POV) “Adonis Blackwell!” My father boomed loudly as he stepped closer to my contract fiancé, letting out that huge boisterous laugh wealthy men usually had, “Seth Morgan, at your service…” He stretched his hand out for a handshake, totally oblivious to the look on Adonis’s face. “Come on Jen, we’re going to be late for that thing.” My boss brushed past my father, completely snubbing him, and my mother for that matter to help me out of my chair. He shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around my shoulders, and then he reached for my hand. It was only when had finished all of these that he bothered to shoot my parents a look, “Security will escort you two out,” His words to them were short and straight to the point, and right after that he pulled me away with him, heading right for the elevator, but then we heard, “Jennifer, are you really going to let your fiancé treat your parents like this?” Her voice broke at the statement, and to a party that didn’t know any better, they w
CHAPTER 1- ANOTHER NOTCH ON HIS BELT“You bastard! How could you do this to me?!”I visibly cringed when the loud, piercing wail filled the air, interrupting my flow of thoughts as I sat at my cubicle, right outside Mr. Blackwell’s office.I knew that cry.The sound of another heart getting broken.This was really going to be an interesting morning.A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I adjusted my glasses on my nose, even as a small pang of pity filled my heart for whoever was in there with him— his new flavor of the week. (If I could even call her that anyway.)That man never knew when to stop, did he?This was the fourth time I was hearing that same old freaking cry, (Although this was most definitely a higher pitch and a newer voice) and the week was not even over yet!Oh, by now… if I didn’t know it already, you could be rest assured that I most definitely did now…My boss was a certified playboy!Adonis Blackwell, voted Forbes’ Sexiest Man Alive for five consecutive years and look
CHAPTER TWO- THE INTERVENTION(BLACKWELL’S POV)“Uhm, Carol... I don’t think I can come with you to the Gala this evening,” I told the lady on the line for the umpteenth time.Would you believe me if I told you that I couldn’t even remember who she was?For the first time in a long while, I actually felt bad about it.I remember exchanging contacts with a certain Carol at the Nightshade Bar three weeks ago actually, but if you asked me to describe her to you right now, I’d fail miserably.I really needed to change my ways.This new perspective on my life started yesterday, after that embarrassing incident. Someone got physically hurt because of my stupid lifestyle yesterday for crying out loud. Now, if that wasn’t enough reason to want to change, I didn’t know what else could be.Jennifer, perfect Mrs. Summers.To be honest, until now, I had been living my life, perfectly content with my actions— surprisingly not haunted by shame or guilt. Until yesterday, that is. Looking into her lo
CHAPTER THREE- DROPPING HER OFF (BLACKWELL’S POV) My head was spinning, my mind disoriented. Where was I? In my room? Naah, too bright. My curtains were seldom drawn, and instead of a black setting, white greeted me everywhere I looked—or at least tried to look. This was most certainly not my room. Memories of the night before filled my head as I struggled to sit upright, a sleeping woman beside me confirming my worst fears. The gala, The drinks that wouldn’t stop coming. Carol. Fuck! I had failed… going to that stupid, boring gala with a new perspective, only to go back to my old ways. I was such a fucking failure. The woman in question snuggled closer to me, still very much wrapped in sleep’s warm embrace. I pushed her away irritably—realising a bit too late that I had been unnecessarily mean, but it didn’t matter anyway, she was still very much stuck in her deep sleep. I needed to get out of here. Grabbing my clothes, I quickly donned them and made to leave, but then
CHAPTER 4- MATT SUMMERS (Jen's POV)He was home. That was the first thought that came to my mind once I saw my husband's white Range Rover from the distance. Right there and then, I began to panic. He had lied to me. The question was why? Because for all I knew, my husband, Matt Summers, was not supposed to be back from his work trip until Saturday, and it was only Thursday. Under normal circumstances, I shouldn’t have had to be that apprehensive in receiving help from people of the opposite sex, especially when I knew that my husband was out of town, but experience had thought me that he had eyes on me even when he was gone, and that everything I did would someway somehow get to him. It was why I was always careful, but now he was home... and on the one time I'd truly fucked up too.See, I knew that my boss, Mr. Blackwell could sense my nervousness even though I tried my best to hide it, but if he did, he was quiet about it. For that, I was grateful. The call that came through
(Jennifer’s POV)Beep.Beep.Beep.The steady, annoying sound roused me from my slumber, and my eyes opened to the walls of a hospital room. The memories came rushing back almost instantly, making me ring up the bell beside the bed in alarm.Mr. Blackwell!I could only hope that he was okay. If anything happened to him on my behalf, I did not think I could ever forgive myself.“Oh… you’re awake,” A nurse popped her head into my room, a cheerful smile on her face as she walked in, “You had us all worried for a second.”“Who brought me here?” I got straight to the point, tearing the cannula away from my nose. I reached for the IV line, tugging at it in annoyance, and the kind nurse quickly rushed to help me out. “You can’t take that out just yet, Mrs. Summers…” She fixed it back in place. “I believe Mr. Adonis Blackwell brought you,” There was this breathless lull in her voice as she said his name, but all I could think about in that moment was the fact that he was alright.Thank goodne
CHAPTER 6- THE PROPOSITION(Jennifer’s POV)A month!A whole month had passed since Mr. Blackwell rescued me from near death at my now ex-husband’s hands.Ex-husband.I never thought I could get used to the odd word, but it was starting to become easy to accept… easier to use each day.A lot had happened in the space of one month, a lot that I really needed to fill you in on.Okay, so first and foremost, Matt was still in jail.Surprising, right? Well, the power of the Blackwell name was dawning on me more and more as morning rose and dusk fell, changing into days, and then to weeks. Now, I felt relieved… assured that Mr. Blackwell hadn’t lied after all, when he had told me that Matt wasn’t going to be coming back any time soon. I suddenly felt… lighter. Freer.You know, right after I had been discharged, I was driven to the state courthouse, but not before seeing how much of a mess I had become. The medications had really helped with the pain… because I looked absolutely terrible! My