LOGINZARA’S POVI sat down, genuinely embarrassed by what I had done. Now, Victor would know spilling the drinks on him wasn’t a mistake. With Victor and Cael’s eyes penetrating into me, I looked to the ground as if I was reflecting on myself.Victor and Cael didn’t speak but I was sure they were yelling at me in their head. The door opened and that was when I raised my head. The housekeeper who had entered moved towards us with another lady in tow.“I caught a culprit, madam,” the housekeeper said as she pushed this lady forward. It was my first time seeing her but she was too well-dressed to be a petty thief. I wondered what she was guilty of.“What is this about?” Victor asked before I could. “You are holding my secretary right there.”My eyes lit up and as I tried to stand, Cael lent me a hand. I turned to the housekeeper and Victor’s secretary.“Your secretary was speaking to one of the maids, offering her money in exchange for exclusive information,” the housekeeper said boldly. “In
ZARA’S POVI stood still, unable to believe what I had just heard. Victor wanted me to go to the kitchen and get him a drink. What did he think I was? A maid?I was about to ask if he was drunk or crazy when Cael held me, making me look into his eyes.“You should get that drink,” he told me. I had barely parted my lips to disagree when he leaned closer, “I need to talk to you… privately.”I sighed and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. Cael waited behind, talking to Victor but a minute after I had gotten to the kitchen, he was there too.“Now what the hell was that!” I exclaimed. “Now Victor thinks I am his fucking slave. I should have put him in his place instantly but all thanks to you, I am going to be an object of ridicule. This is unacceptable and…”“Do you intend to hear me out?” Cael interrupted, his tone calm and collected. He gave me a gentle gaze and touched my shoulders, “Breathe. I want you to breathe, Zee.”I obeyed.“No one calls me Zee,” I muttered.“We
VICTOR’S POVThe car was on the highway, running at 80km per hour, a little slow for my liking. I didn’t particularly hate following traffic rules regarding speed but today was an exception. I was extremely anticipating seeing Zara, Cael, and the villa.The backroom gist was that I had found out they exited the hotel I booked for them and the next thing I did was track their current location. I figured out they could have gone to a villa and it wasn’t hard from there. The villa they had escaped to was somewhere I was familiar with. I had gone there a few times with my late wife, Zara’s mother.“You will need to keep your visit to the villa short,” I heard my secretary, Ada, say. She was right beside me in the car, wearing reading glasses while staring at the iPad’s screen.“Why? I love taking things slow and steady,” I muttered.“If you take your sweet time, you will miss the meeting you have tonight,” she said, looking directly at me. “Didn’t you say it is a meeting with your politic
ZARA’S POV“So conclusively…” I paused for a moment. “You were jealous.”“What! Why on earth would I be jealous?” he exclaimed in an attempt to brush it off. He sat down at the bar again and I joined him there. He turned his head slightly towards me, “Do you want a drink?”“Yeah, a glass or two,” I answered.“One glass will do, I don’t want to get you drunk for lunch,” he replied gently. He got me a glass and poured me some of the Vodka he was having. I drank slowly but without stopping and finished the drink in one shot. I dropped the glass on the table and gulped. Cael looked at me briefly, shaking his head sideways.“Why? Can’t I gulp in peace?” I asked sarcastically.He sighed, “You are very hot-tempered at times.”“I know,” I replied. “Maybe you should have found that out before you married me.”“Now you’re being feisty,” he muttered as he poured himself another drink. I pushed my glass forward but he pushed it back to me. “You’ve had enough for one day.”“But you keep on drinkin
CAEL’S POVI stared at Jason intently as rage built inside me. He was hitting on Zara right in front of me and he was doing it confidently at that.“Are you a stylist too?” Zara asked, intrigued. “I know you run a fashion company but I never thought you’d be involved in such affairs.”Jason smiled sweetly, “This is a secret but I am listed among the top 10 stylists in the States.”“If it’s a secret then you shouldn’t say it carelessly,” I cut in, hiding my anger with a smile. He smirked at me and this only drove me angrier. I held Zara’s hand tightly and she looked up to me. Gently, I told her that we had to leave now.She didn’t argue. Rather, she turned to Jason, “I will come find you in the States.”Both of them said their farewell and then we walked away. I was in front while Zara trolled behind. For some reason, I felt betrayed but I kept that to myself. I could see our taxi right in front so I waited for Zara to catch up. Both of us entered the taxi which ended up driving us hom
ZARA’S POVHe might have just ruined this little date of ours.“I’ll pay for it,” he said. I squeezed my face. I wish I could ask if he thought I wanted to pay for it before. I watched as he searched his pocket, searching for his wallet. He searched through the front pockets and then the back pockets without finding his wallet.“Don’t tell me…” I muttered, my eyes running wild.“I brought it, I’m sure I did!” he exclaimed.“I know!” I shouted back. “You paid for the taxi here from your wallet.”“I think…” he swallowed hard. “It must have been stolen.”“Oh shit,” I muttered. “How? When?”“I don’t know,” he replied. “I guess you will have to pay for the caps.”I began to laugh hysterically. He looked at me with utter confusion. I was surprised as well. I didn’t know I could act so crazily.“Is there a problem?” he asked. From the look on his face, he must have thought of what I was about to tell him.“I didn’t bring my purse,” I muttered.Oh shit.**Both of us looked at each other, utt







