Anderson wasn't pleased with her question. It meant that she didn't know him as he'd expected, discerning the insecurity in her tone. He turned to face her and said, "Look at me, Love,”
Avery turned and gazed in his direction, her heart throbbed when she saw the disenchanted look in his eyes. His words explained it.“Love, do you think that I'll leave you for a woman who left me for another man? I don't care whether Bernice is dead or alive, and to tell you honestly, nothing between us changes if she comes back to me, which I seriously doubt."He didn't know what happened between Bernice and Trent but if Trent had moved on with Avery, then perhaps it didn't end well. Anderson didn't attempt to touch Avery or anything but his gaze spoke volumes.For as long as he was concerned, Bernice being alive or not was none of his business but he was curious to know exactly what had happened between her and Trent. Whereas Avery felt misunderstood.“BAvery’s eyes watered when she saw the man curled into a ball in front of the door. Never had she imagined that a man like him, born into luxury, would indeed sleep on the cold floor. When she lowered herself and her hand met his exposed shoulder, he was too cold to the touch. “Honey please, why did you do this?” She cried and immediately tried to lift him from the floor, which seemed impossible as a result of his weight, which was more than hers. She should call the maids but why should she? It would be so embarrassing. She used all her strength but could only lift his shoulder. Anderson’s eyes opened blearily, his lips stretching to accommodate the smile nudging him from inside. Suddenly, he frowned, slightly dazed. When did he get inside the room and why was he holding her? Now his sentence was going to be increased, he was afraid. “Love, are you going to increase my punishment? I didn’t mean to touch you,” he pouted and spoke like a little kid. It was funny and Avery wanted to la
“Love, did you make this porridge yourself?” Anderson was trying to distract Avery from whatever she must have heard him say over the phone but Avery had already seen through him. He stared at the steaming porridge whiles Avery stared at his face keenly, “Yes, but you haven’t answered my question.” Anderson stiffened slightly but didn’t stop the pretense. “What question? This looks delicious,” he picked up the spoon, scooped the porridge, and blew over it a little before emptying it elegantly in his mouth and nodding his head in appreciation. It was perfectly done. Avery’s eyes were on his every move and she shook her head rhythmically, “Get what done? Who were you talking to anyway?” She sat beside him on the bed and asked. Anderson ate slowly whiles he responded, “I was talking to Martin concerning a few things in the office.” Avery felt that he was acting strange but didn’t accuse him directly. She had heard a few things and would have stayed in front of the door to hear more
It was an emergency party at an exclusive location but the turn-up was great. There were at least sixty men when Anderson had expected twenty. The room wasn’t too big, with different colors of LED lights blending in. Assorted alcoholic drinks of all kinds were on display with only male waiters allowed, the whole event being all male. There were a few sofas with bar stools around the bar showcasing all kinds of drinks. The music was loud and some of the men were already dancing and dissolving into the party mood. Good thing tomorrow was also a weekend so they could still have a lot of time to rest even if they got wasted. Martin arrived earlier, enjoying a glass of Martini before Anderson walked in. Martin went to meet him immediately and they welcomed their former classmates together. Everything seemed like an old-school reunion with a blend of friends from high school and some from college. Some were colleagues from high school who had also been to the same coll
Dear cherished Reader, I have read all your requests for two or more chapters, which makes me happy because it means that you are enjoying reading the story as much as I enjoy writing it. Trust me, it’s what I intended for this month because I feel better and want to end the story by the end of the month but the problem is, I’m afraid of when my challenge would kick in again. I’ve had this health challenge for five years now so though I feel better sometimes, it usually doesn’t last long and for which reason the story might extend to April ending. I write the two chapters when I am up to it but hold on to one, just in case I am not able to write the next day. I hate to miss update days and leave you in the loop for which reason I arranged it that way, so that whether I am sick or not, you will have at least a chapter to read. I have another book ongoing as well and don’t want to put either of them on hiatus because they both have their unique readership base so I hope you understand
Two minutes passed and not a word had escaped Trent’s lips. The men were beginning to get bored, and upset. One of them said, “Bernice was hot and before I’d go after her, Anderson overtook me.” He had a bitter expression that made the other men laugh because he was married now so how could he still hold a grudge against Anderson because of a woman he couldn’t have? “I never thought Bernice would fall for Trent. I was waiting to see how it would end,” Another colleague said. Strange enough, everything he kept saying about Bernice, only made Anderson feel like a fool. He also realized that his priorities in college were wrong since he also felt attracted to Bernice’s sexy body. He didn’t care if she had a good heart or not. “He got her pregnant and left her,” another man said bitterly. “I think she died getting an abortion,” one man said. The men folk began getting angry but everything they said were like daggers piercing Trent badly. “How could you allow her to get an abortion? I
Mr. Baker was having dinner with his wife and second son, Robin, Trent’s kid brother who graduated from college a few months ago when his phone beeped. The sight of seeing his first child, who he made the CEO of his hard work, was a painful one. His brows creased, a frown lining them. There was a location attached to the video and pictures. Also, the video had begun popping up on some of the men's groups so messages from his business associates began flooding in all together. Mrs. Baker observed the changes in her husband’s expression, asking with profound care, “are you alright?” “How can I be alright when Trent is being imprudent?” The woman lost her appetite instantly. “What did he do?” The man passed the video to his wife, whose countenance turned horrid. “Mom, dad, what’s going on?” Robin asked, feeling neglected. He wasn’t as smart as Trent in school so Trent was still his father’s favorite at the moment. Robin was also a little careless, for which reason his father hadn’t i
“Where could they have gone?”Martin was disturbed. Joyce would have told him before anything else. He kept pacing here and there in deep thought and Anderson wasn’t any better. Trent couldn’t have finished facing his tyrant father to have tried to kidnap Avery and not from Martin’s house where everything was automated. Martin would have received an alert of someone breaking in.“This is your house so how will I know? Check the CCTVs.” Anderson was annoyed. This was Martin’s territory yet he was asking him where they could have gone. If it were Anderson’s house, he would have known what to do instantly.“But that will take time.” Martin didn’t have the patience to d******d the footage from a few hours to now, feeling that for every minute that passed, the women could be in danger. Anderson agreed but also reprimanded him.“That’s why you need human security, Martin, it would have made it faster.” Martin never considered human security since he had always lived alone. When Joyce joined,
Yvonne Sage saw Anderson entering his car before she got there. She waved. The man turned in her direction but quickly looked away. When she saw his car move from the car park, she followed him together with her friend, Celestine. On the road, she tried everything to get Anderson’s attention. “Can you flash him a high beam?” There was desperation in her tone as she asked. “Yeah, but why?” Celestine flashed the beam at the same time she asked the question, not understanding their reason for chasing after Anderson, the same way she couldn’t understand why they had to dress as men to attend an all-men’s party. At the latter part, she had lowered her head all through but saw how Yvonne had not batted an eyelash even when Trent was dancing naked. The only answer she got was, “It’s a long story.”“Do you know him?” Celestine didn’t want to be kept in the dark, when she knew who Anderson was and how ruthless he could be. Like what he did to Trent, she was sure that Trent would never anger