“What are you doing here?” He asked me when he finally stopped coughing.I was somewhat flustered as I responded. “I.. er.. I needed your approval before sending out the keynote speech to the organizers of Friday's seminar. I tried calling, but you didn't answer. I didn't know you were sick.” He nodded. "Yea, about that, let them know I can't be there on Friday.”"What?” He'd talked about how this could help further put Kingston in the public eye.“What?" He asked.“I don't know… it's just… you talked so much about how important this was earlier.” I responded.“Yea, I know that, but does it look like I can go anywhere in this condition?”“No, but I think that you could send someone to represent you."He seemed to consider the idea for a bit, then he waved it off. “Where's Lilian?"“Who?" I asked, confused.“Lilian. My sister. She said she was going to make me some soup. Where's she?"Oh! So she was his sister. "She had to go. She said something about needing to pick someone from s
I swallowed deeply as my eyes traveled down his body. He was.. gorgeous. The man was built like a Greek god. My eyes lingered a little longer than it ought to on his lower body, and I swallowed inaudibly. He cleared his throat suddenly and I almost jumped out of my skin. “Oh my God! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!” I said and ran out the bathroom.Outside, I paced. What was wrong with me? Why did I just stand there, staring? God, this was so embarrassing.Jordan stepped out of the bathroom and into the room with a robe wrapped around his body, and I immediately pulled myself together. “I'm sorry for….”He brushed it off with a wave of hands before I could complete the statement.“Do you need help?” I asked, taking a step forward, but again, he refused.“Nah, I'm good."Slowly, he made his way to the bed. I waited for him to settle into it before speaking.“What happened in there?" I asked, pointing in the direction of the bathroom. He shrugged. "I don't know. I got a little dizzy, rested
Jordan's POVIt was morning. Light filtered into the room through a small opening between the curtains. I pulled myself out of the bed and into the bathroom. The debris from the washing hand basin had been cleaned up. I wondered how deeply I must have slept if Dane had come in to clear the mess and I hadn't heard him.I picked up my phone and went down the stairs. The smell of food cooking wafted up my nose at the same time that I heard the music.Marissa stood at the stove dancing to a Taylor Swift song and swinging the spoon in her hand around. I smiled. It was good to see her like this; free and without a single care in the world.I certainly hadn't expected to find her here. In the living room sitting primly and waiting for me to come down so she could leave maybe, but certainly not in the kitchen dressed in Lilian's clothes which were a size smaller, and dancing terribly as she made breakfast.My eyes veered subconsciously to her buttocks in the shorts. Oh, but she was beautiful
Jordan's POVI watched the car zoom off with a stupid smile on my face. She had blushed and smiled prettily when I thanked her.I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew one thing for sure. I liked Marissa as a lot more than just an employee.She wasn't my usual type. She was kind and homely, far from the models and actresses I was used to associating with, and what with the issue with her ex husband who wasn't yet her ex husband, she certainly came with a lot of baggage.Not that I was looking to do anything about the way that I felt, but I was just saying, she was a very attractive woman. She was short. 5’7 at best, what she lacked in height, she made up for in curves. She had a heart shaped face and her eyes were a very light shade of brown. Her auburn shoulder length hair was wavy, and she had very, very attractive lips.As I thought of these things in my head, I mentally chided myself about the downsides of sleeping with an employee. That was never a good idea. It was something
Marissa's POVJordan turned to look at Roshan with anger in his eyes.“What did you just say to me?"I looked between both men not knowing what to do. I had no idea what Roshan was talking about, but the way that Jordan had reacted told me that whatever this was that they were talking about, it must have been an old wound that cut deep.Jordan looked ready to throw a punch as he stalked closer to Roshan. The air was heavy with tension, and just as I thought that both men would be reduced to blows, a bulky looking man in a grey suit walked up to them.“Gentlemen! I'd hoped to catch you before you leave."The tension seemed to dissipate slowly. Jordan was the first to turn to the man. “Mr Kavinski.” He said, extending a hand.The burly looking man shook his hand with vigour, and turned to greet Roshan who now smiled heartily.“It was an honor to have you two in the building today! Thank you!” He said, turning between both men with a huge smile on his face."Come, Jordan. I would like t
I gathered the rose and chocolates in my hands and threw them in the trash. I didn't know what games Anthony was playing, but whatever it was, he needed a reminder to keep his head in the right place.I wasn't going to let him mess with me like this. I texted the lawyer to ask if there had been any update on the divorce processing. After that, I dialed Anthony's number. He answered with a lazy drawl.“Hello, wife."“I'm not your wife. Don't ever call me that."“Oh, but you are my wife, Marissa." I pushed down the anger that was brewing in my chest, and fought for calm as I spoke.“What is all this, Anthony?”I imagined that he smiled before speaking. “Ah.. I imagine that you got my gifts, then.”"I don't need your gifts! What I need is for you to sign the papers.”"I'm not doing it.” He said, and I felt my heart plummet to the ground for the second time this morning.“What?”“You heard me. I'm not signing the papers.”“Don't do this, Anthony.” I said in a shaky voice.He remained qui
Just before I turned the doorknob, I balanced the bottle behind my back. Better to catch my attacker unaware. I took a deep breath, and then looked through the small peephole. The figure that looked outside was tall. Definitely a man. He wore a dark suit and… wait, what?I threw the door open. “Mr Kingston?” What the hell was he doing here?He smiled and waved hello.“What are you doing here?” I asked."Ouch! Pretty direct, huh?” He said and laughed.What had he been expecting? A ‘Hello! Nice to see you! Please come in.’? How did he even know where I live? I stood at the door, waiting. He scratched his head before speaking. “Okay, so Lilian asked me to pick up a package from her designer, and Dane just happened to mention that you live around here so I thought I'd drop by and say hello.”Oh! Of course Dane would know where I lived. He'd brought me home twice now. Still didn't explain why they were paying me a visit at this time, though. “Err.. you think I could come in?" He asked,
Chloe didn't return home for an entire week. When she finally did, there was a wagonload of work waiting for her.She barely had time for anything other than work, and she called her mother more frequently too. We talked a few times over food, but most times, she was out before I got up and didn't get home until midnight.She said something about this season being prime time for advertising agencies, and how her break from work had caused many loose ends to be left untied.I also went on two business trips with Jordan. It was during these trips that I realized just how far reaching Kingston Enterprise's tentacles were.The company had branches and partners in almost every country, and there was the need for Jordan to do a routine check on all the branches. He had specifically asked to have all of the checks scheduled for the next two months. What this basically meant was that Chloe and I spoke more on the phone than in person during this time, and it was over the phone that she told
Jordan's heart beat steadily under my head. His arm was wrapped around my waist as I lay against his chest. I liked the warmth. We'd been in each other's arms all day, and it still felt like we hadn't spent enough time together.For a while, I kept my eyes closed and simply listened to the silence of his bedroom. I was at home here, in his arms. The world outside could be chaotic and unpredictable, but right here, in this moment, there was peace.“You’re still awake,” he murmured, his voice low and warm against my neck.“So are you." I responded.He tried to shift me to his side, but I hugged him tighter. “Don’t move. I just want to remain like this.”“Okay then.” He whispered, and wrapped his arms tighter around me.I turned in his arms until I was facing him. His eyes were open now, and in the low lights in the room, I searched his eyes. He looked somewhat tired- work was probably still as stressful. But he was beautiful. He was always beautiful.“I like this,” I said quietly. “Bein
When I returned to the police station the next morning, Chloe was with me. Inspector Ariya seemed to be leaving as we came in. Surprise registered briefly in her eyes when she saw us.She walked up to us briskly. She looked tired but sharp, her dark hair pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail.“Hello, ladies. I wasn't expecting to see you back so soon.” she said this last part, facing me. “Have you decided to press charges after all?"I shook my head. “Not yet. I haven't. Actually, we came to speak to you, and if possible to her."She quirked a brow. “Her? You're sure you want to do that?”"I don't know. Actually… we found something.”We told her about looking online and seeing that Layla's online presence had been completely wiped off. We told her about the photos of her that we'd come across and how the timing didn't add up. And then out of the blues, Chloe told her about her thoughts that Layla was working with someone.“Why do you say so?" She asked very calmly.“Because I know L
Chloe stared at me like I’d grown another head. “You mean, like, private investigator type digging?”“If we have to,” I replied, folding my arms. “Because I can’t sleep at night knowing she might not be done, and that she meant what she said. We have to get to the bottom of this, Chloe.”Chloe looked at me skeptically. “I don't know, Rissa. I can't say that I agree with this being a good idea.”“Well, are you going to help me or not?" I demanded.Sighing, she reached for her laptop and pulled it into her laps. "Okay, Sherlock. Where do you want to start?”I hadn't actually meant for us to start immediately, but we did. We weren’t police officers, and we weren’t detectives. But we had working brains and the internet. And at this point, that felt like enough.“I don’t even know what I’m looking for,” she muttered, typing rapidly. We searched for everything we could think of. It was as though Layla Freeman didn't exist.We scrolled through pages of irrelevant news and articles. There was
Chapter 103I stared at her in dazed shock.There was a venom in Layla’s eyes I had never seen before, and as I watched her now, some of my anger gave way to something colder. something worse. Fear.“What the hell are you talking about, Layla? What do you mean this is only the first of many? What else are you planning?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but it trembled as I spoke.“She will not be doing anything, Miss Colton,” Inspector Ariya’s voice cut through the tension, drawing my attention away from Layla. “Come on now, you. Get up.” She grabbed Layla by the arm and pulled her to her feet.I watched as they began to leave. I didn’t want them to. I wished the inspector had let me speak to her just a little longer. There was something unfinished, something dangerous in Layla’s last words. A few hours ago, I might have dismissed them as a threat—a pathetic attempt to scare me. But not now. Not after seeing her admit, without an ounce of guilt, that she had set the fire. Not after wa
Chloe was still in bed when I left for the police station the next morning. She’d already told me before that she didn't want to go. What was the point anyways? Whatever she was going to find out from speaking to Layla, she would find out when the police were done with their investigation.In any case, I didn't want to go with anyone either. Not with Jordan, and not with Chloe too. I wanted to just go alone. I needed to speak to Layla by myself, see her with my own eyes, and listen to whatever explanation she had. It just needed to be me. Just me.The drive to the police station only lasted about 30 minutes but it felt like 3 hours. As I drove, my mind kept going back to the last few weeks since we met Layla at that restaurant. I thought of how I had been skeptical about letting her into my space and then I thought of how Chloe hadn't really liked her or trusted her. Then I went on to remember how over time, she had sort of broken our resolve, mine especially, and had slowly made her
The silence was deafening. We all stared on in silence at the image on the screen. It was her. It really was Layla. It didn't make any sense. How could she have tampered with the wiring? She'd been a part of the entire planning, after all! She had put in so much effort to make this work so how was it even possible that she would be responsible for ruining the night."That can't be." I said shakily. "Maybe there's a mistake. Maybe it's..."Inspector Ariya's voice cut me. "The footage is very clear, ma'am. That's the culprit."I swallowed. I didn't know what to say. I didn't think Chloe did either. Again, it didn't make sense. I didn't think as I sat backwards on the couch with knees pulled to my chest like I could somehow protect myself from the storm that had just torn through the room. Chloe sat beside me in stunned silence. Her arms were wrapped around her body like she, too, was trying to keep herself from falling apart.The laptop was still open on the dining table, the paused f
The silence in the room after I said those words was thick enough to suffocate a person. Chloe blinked at me, with her mouth slightly open. Her brows knit together in first, confusion, then alarm.“What do you mean someone set the bakery on fire?” she asked slowly, like she was trying to give the question time to change into something less terrifying. “You know that's impossible. The firemen said it to Caleb.I shook my head. “That’s what the guy from the insurance company just now said. He said… he said the wires were tampered with. Deliberately.”Chloe stood up and began pacing like the movement would somehow bring clarity. “But who? Why? That doesn’t even make sense. Who would do something like that?”I didn’t have an answer. All I had was a sharp ache in my chest and a hundred questions tumbling over each other in my mind.Someone had intentionally tried to sabotage me. Who could it be? Why? I felt my heart squeeze at the thought of the obvious betrayal. Everyone at that launch y
Jordan dropped me off at home at a little past noon. When we pulled up to the house, Chloe was already waiting at the door. As soon as I stepped out, she rushed toward me, wrapping me in a tight embrace.“Everything’s going to be fine,” she whispered, her voice steady. “We’ve got each other.”I clung to her, feeling a weight being lifted off my shoulder. The scent of the lavender shampoo that we both shared filled my nostrils and for a brief moment, replaced the acrid smell of smoke that had plagued me since last night. Now, having Chloe hold me like this after such a chaotic night served as a reminder that amidst the chaos, some things remained constant. Like friendship. And family.Jordan was at my side by the time that Chloe broke off the embrace.“You're sure you'll be okay?" He asked, gently."Yea, of course. What am I, like an egg?” I asked and managed a small smile. “Plus, I've got Chloe. I'm absolutely fine, Jordan. You can go.”“Okay." He said, nodding.He reached out and bru
I woke up to silence. Not the kind of silence that brought peace or the one that insinuated a sort of calmness, but the kind of silence that pressed against my chest and made it harder to breathe.I lay still, blinking up at the ceiling, unsure for a moment where I was. The room wasn’t mine. That was for certain. The scent in the air was clean and warm, and the sheets were softer than the ones on my bed at home.Then it all came rushing back. LoveBites. My bakery. My dream. The dream I'd nursed.I felt fresh tears gather in my eyes as the memory from the scene played over and over in my head. That small pop that I'd first heard in the middle of my speech, then the crackling, the smoke, the fire, me being rooted to a spot, the chandelier that came crashing down.Wasn't it too early to be crying again? Last night, after Jordan had gone to sleep with me tucked comfortably in his arms, I cried again. I'd cried myself to sleep in fact.I sat up slowly, the sheets falling away from my bod