I bit on my bottom lip as my mind envisioned me on it. His hands did wonders to my body as he traced the lace at the same time, admiring what he got me before ripping it off to show me what pleasure feels like. I manage to take my gaze off the lingerie to the red flower-shaped card in the box. I grab it and drop the lingerie back in the box. 'I SAW THIS AND I THOUGHT OF YOU' It wrote.I let out a scoff and blinked, my hands finding their way to my hair, gripping hard before combing through it. This man was killing me. He was making it harder and harder to resist him and his charms. 'I SAW THIS AND I THOUGHT OF YOU' The words kept repeating in my head and I thought of what about me he thought of. In what position and what expression? The flowers, the cards, the notes, and this. He was increasing the standards I had for a man and he knew he was. I loved it in a way cause he was the one laying the standards, showing me how much worth I was, but then I hated it because then, he resi
I took a sip from the coffee my secretary had made me. I couldn't resist it today. I was feeling tired and a bit sick. My morning sickness started again this morning, making me dead on one's feet.I was starting to feel more pregnant now. Pregnancy was slowly telling on me and revealing how long it would take to hide it from now.I had worn a flare corporate gown with wedge heels to work today, in fear that my pricey bodycon clothes would do no justice to hiding my title of becoming a mother. It was no longer about what ought to be done, but now what should be done and I had no clue. Maybe if I had a mother figure in Andra then I wouldn't have bothered so much with my problems. Maybe I would have gotten an agent to help tell my dad the problem at hand in a euphemistic way.Unfortunately, I got none of this. It was the story of my life. I had a father and Andra but I didn't have parents. I had money and could buy all that I needed but then I lacked so much, if not all that money could
My eyes moved away from the glass of water I turned myself as Bronx walked into my office. I looked away, ignoring him till I was done drinking the entire liquid. "You shouldn't be here." I said in a wry tone as I adjusted to continue typing on my laptop. "Mum sent you these." I raise my eyes to see the bag which I knew contained food in it."Your mother never learns, does she? I've never eaten one of her fake affectionate foods yet she keeps sending more." I roll my eyes and huff out a breath. I rest back on my chair and motion with my eyebrows at the couch at the side of my office. "Drop it there and leave." I instruct."She said you should have a taste and tell me how it is.""So persistent. My taste buds need medical attention. Cook up something to tell her. Maybe too salty or. . . the food is as awful as how she makes me feel." I give him a dramatic smile. "That's much better I tell you and much more believable." I say, now crossing my legs over the other."You shouldn't act th
LENOX POVI walk down the stairs of my jet to the ground where my agent and two others are. The call I had gotten from Slate at the dinner party is why I am here today. I decided to be in Canada in two days and I kept to that.Something is fishy and I need to sort it out. "Have there been any news from Nellie?" I ask Slate as he walks beside me to my car. Slate opens the car door for me to get in before walking to the other side to get in as well."Not yet sir. No trace of her and I'm still working on it.""You're the reason I'm here. This is none of my concern." I tell him, frustrated at the fact that I have to leave everything behind to attend to Nellie. Gianna especially. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to make any assumptions but what I knew as the truth was the truth. I don't think she's been with any man after Cole, except me. Except me, right? I want to believe so. Still, the thought of her bearing Cole's child ached. I don't think I can concentrate well enou
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GIANNA'S POV2 Weeks Back."Thank you, ma'am." I smile at the old woman as she hands me my bag of fruits. The oranges looked so fresh I couldn't resist stopping to buy from this roadside shop. And to think of it, I don't remember when last I ate fruit. I need to improve on my diet.I walked back to my car and drove straight home. It gives me a different joy whenever I pull up at our home. How far we've come. We were poor in a richer than the poor way, but we were poor. If you get what I mean.My father could barely put us through school so we all had to apply for scholarships to finish high school and college. We could barely afford a three square meal and I wouldn't dare look at a freshly shaded fruit by the roadside when I was still gathering up money to buy textbooks and pay for my project. It was different now. I'm glad how things turned out. I always admired the small mansion Dad had bought with his first big salary. I admire the number of foods I would see on our table when it
GIANNA'S POVPRESENT DAYI stood before the club and watched the red and blue lights flashing out of the building. I also watched as people made their way in and out of the club and I wondered if they also had the same intention as me to drink to stupor till their pains were long gone and forgotten. It wasn't written on their foreheads so I only knew of me.I make my way in with my ponytail hitting on my back. I headed straight to the bar table and ordered vodka. "Any other suggestions? It doesn't hit as hard as it used to." I say as I move my glass to the young male bartender to refill it. "A higher-grade vodka or whiskey, maybe.""You want to mix?" He asked as he turned the liquid into my glass.I took a shot and moved it to him again. "Yes, any problem?" "No, but the last whiskey has been bought by that man." I didn't turn to look at who he pointed to but stared at the alcohol shelve where the drink I guessed to be the whiskey he was talking about was."It's right there." I look
If I should be glad about one thing today, then it should be meeting this man, 'cause, who kisses this way. Three years, three one-night stands, and I've never felt this way. Enkindled. My hands moved on the stranger's arm, taking my time to feel his muscles as I kissed him. His hands come up to my hair, taking the band off and freeing my hair out of the ponytail. My hair falls onto my back and I moan into his mouth as heat erupts through me. Without dispatching, he moved us slowly to his bed. I fell on it, disconnecting our lips but he came down to connect them. He grinds on me and I reciprocate the action. Grinding on each other. "So sweet." He says, playing with my tongue before biting down on my lips and kissing me deeper. I moaned in between kisses. He had already managed to make me wet in a matter of seconds and I liked him for it.This man kissed differently. Different from the men I'd kissed before and the man who had spoken to me downstairs. He kissed me like he was devou