I sat with my friends, sipping my drink and trying to explain the situation with Serena and Leah. "So, I know it seems weird that I brought Serena here, but the truth is, I'm not sure what's going on with me and Leah," I said, running a hand through my hair. Trey raised an eyebrow. "What's going on with you and Leah? You guys are married, aren't you?" I nodded, feeling a bit awkward. "Yeah, we are. But it's a fake marriage, just for appearances. We did it for my grandma's sake. You know that, don’t you?” Trey nodded. "Right, right. I know, but I’m beginning to actually see her as your wife, the babe is fine man!” He said, chuckling. “So, what's the deal with Serena, then?" He added. I shrugged. "I guess I brought her here to see how I react to her being around Leah. I want to know if my feelings for Leah are real or just a product of our situation." Louis leaned forward. "Whoa, hold up. You're developing feelings for Leah? That's a big deal." I nodded, feeling a bit self-conscio
Michael walked into the room, Serena by his side. "Leah, this is Serena, my ex," he said, his voice matter-of-fact.I turned to face them, trying to process the information. "Hi," I said… “I’m Leah, his wife “ extending my hand.Serena smiled back, her eyes sparkling. "Uhm..you don’t have to pretend though.. he told me it’s a fake marriage.. I’m Serena by the way ," she replied, shaking my hand, and kissing Michael afterwards, the kiss he seemed to be enjoying.Serena stood tall, her dark skin glowing in the light. Her long, luscious hair cascaded down her back, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her striking features. Her physique was toned and athletic, showcasing her confidence and self-care. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes added to her radiant beauty, making her a stunning presence in the room.As I looked at Michael and Serena together, I couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at her. It was different from the way he usually looked at women. He seemed...
As we pulled up to our new home, I felt a thrill of excitement. The two-story house was nestled among lush greenery, with a vibrant garden out front that seemed to dance in the sunlight. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a welcoming ambiance over the entire property. As we stepped inside, I was immediately struck by the high ceilings and expansive windows that flooded the interior with natural light. The decor was a perfect blend of modern and traditional elements, giving the space a sense of warmth and character. The open-plan living area flowed effortlessly into the kitchen, which boasted sleek appliances and plenty of counter space. I walked over to the sliding glass doors and pushed them open, revealing a breathtaking backyard. The patio was perfect for al fresco dining, and the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze filled the air. "It's beautiful," I said, turning to Michael with a smile. "Yeah," he replied sarcastically. "Thank you grandma, thank you
My phone rang, and I answered, knowing my grandma's voice would be on the other end. "Michael, dear, come over for lunch today. Leah is here visiting, and I'd love for you to join us," she said, her tone cheerful. I felt a surge of anxiety. What was Leah doing at my grandma's? Had she decided to drop by without telling me? And what if she let something slip about our fake marriage? I tried to play it cool, but my mind was racing with questions. "Okay, Grandma, I'll be right over," I said, trying to sound casual. I wondered what Leah's game plan was and how I should play along. I headed out, my heart racing with anticipation, different thoughts were running through my head. “Did she decide to blow our cover because of what I drew on her face this morning?” I knew I wouldn’t be able to get everything in my trust fund if she does this. I hurriedly left the office, one would think I was heading out to run for the Olympics I pulled up to my grandma's house and stepped out of
I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed as I glared at Michael. "I'm sleeping in the bed," I firmly, trying not to let him get under my skin. Michael smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No way, I'm the groom," he replied, his voice dripping with amusement. I raised an eyebrow. "This is ridiculous. We're adults. We can share a bed," I suggested, trying to reason with him. But Michael just shook his head. "You think I'm sharing a bed with you? We're pretending to be married, not actually married." I tried to sneak up on Michael, pillow in hand, and gently push him out of the room. But as I made contact, he spun around, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "What's your problem?" he asked, his voice low and irritated. “You can’t sleep here,” I added, ignoring his already agitated face. “You work for me, you know, and you must act like a worker!” he snapped. Before I could react, he grabbed the pillow and pushed me back into the room. I stumbled, my anger rising, a
The rain was coming down in sheets that day. I remember the drive felt endless, the wipers on full blast, struggling to keep the windshield clear. I'd been away for a while, with Michael tormenting me throughout the day , I was finally heading home. I was expecting a warm welcome, maybe a home-cooked meal, a sense of normalcy. But when I turned the corner onto our street, my heart just stopped. There they were, my family, standing in the downpour. Everything we owned was piled on the curb – furniture, clothes, all soaked and ruined. The eviction notice was still taped to the front door. My dad was huddled under a flimsy umbrella, his face etched with a mix of exhaustion and despair. My younger siblings were clinging to each other, shivering and silent. I highlighted from the Uber and just ran. I didn't even care about the rain soaking through my clothes. I ran to them, and the moment I reached them, Dad just looked at me, his eyes red-rimmed. "We lost the house, Leah," he choked