Steven's point of view
Her words came to me as shock at first but I got over it. I knew I have to assure her and let her know she is the only one i want and no one else.
"It's a really long story Treasure, but I will tell you for sure," i said to her.
I started narrating from the night I made her cry and how I left the house. I explained to how we figured out who Marenda was and what a conniving bitch she was.
I told her how Marenda has been an illegal resident in America and how she was caught and taken back to Scotland to face the law of her country.
"Wow!" She muttered.
Steven's POVThe chattering of glass did not faze me as I looked at the beautiful, attractive, and seductive woman in front of me dressed in transparent lingerie.Her red hair packed in a ponytail, her lips painted with a deep red lip gloss. She was in a six inch stiletto, her hands running down her waist to her hips, walking seductively close to me, making sure to bite her lips once in every moment.I shivered when I felt the hardness of my mini me poke through my pants. How can she make it so hard without touching me? "Fuck!" I muttered, why were the bad things more pleasurable than the good things?"So daddy," Marenda whispered seductively when she got closer to me, resting her palm on her shoulder."Fuck" I cussed when she
Naomi's POVTo say life is fair would be an overstatement because all my days on earth, life has always cheated me and right now was an example of that in the form of the news I just received.Last week, my dad was informed that his dwindling business had gone bankrupt. How he had scampered off in a bid to find a solution to the problem. So here we were, all seated in his office at home with my mouth hanging open at the magnitude of the information he has just dumped on me as my birthday gift.I have been betrothed to one of the biggest billionaire's sons.The news sent me back to the past and the painful reminder of
Naomi's POVMy fingers subconsciously went to my lips so I could bite down on my nails. It was a habit that was cultivated out of nervousness; putting one leg in front of the other, I tried to strike a pose but shuddered at the person staring back at me from the mirror.My soon-to-be father in law called and set a time and venue for me to meet his son. I didn't have a say in the matter, I was like a puppet that was being controlled only that I was aware of what I got myself into.
Steven's POV"Why are you back so early?" Marenda asked immediately I walked into the penthouse; her arms were crossed on her chest, pushing her D cupped sized breasts up.She had come back after I agreed to meet up with Naomi and was even the one who picked out my choice of outfit for the meetup, delaying me by a few minutes for some intense makeout session."The dinner date didn't go well," I replied."What happened?" The harshness of my reply didn't bother her."See, Marenda. I can't do it, I can't marry someone I don't love." I tugged on the root of my hairs in frustration. "You are the one I want, why can't you see that?""I love you too, why can't you also see that?" She questioned with her hands flailing by her side. "And if you can't do this little thing for our future, then forget about me."Th
Steven's POVMarriage was a union between two souls that were madly in love with each other but as I stood in front of the mirror, staring right back at the man wearing a grey suit with suede shoes and hair gelled to perfection, the only thing I felt was disdain. Disgust for the fact that I couldn't do anything to break free from this sham of a marriage; for the fact that I was going to repeat the marriage - divorce cycle my father had started.Life was fond of granting all my wishes but always with its own deadly twist.Straightening my shoulders, I put on a fake smile, I was ready for this show to begin.***My wife-to-be was hanging off the arms of her father with a veil covering her face; the colour of her gown was the opposi
Naomi's POVI was standing in front of the wardrobe, clothes pooled at my feet in a mess of different colours. For an hour I had been searching for the right outfit to wear for the interview, something that would impress both my husband and the interviewers; a dress that fit my new position as the wife of a billionaire heir.At the same time, I wanted Steven to look at me as more than a pauper, more than a charity case he was helping his father out with, for the disdain in his eyes to shift even if it was momentarily, to a pleasant emotion.The makeup artist was already on her way yet I was as undecided as I first was when I opened this massive wardrobe. The problem with having too many outfits was making a choice; gowns of different colours stared back at me, skirts, shirts, blazers, trousers and jackets from well-known de
Steven's POVPunch. Punch. Punch.The punching bag hanged precariously from the chain attached to the ceiling, it would be no surprise if it fell off from the impact of my punches. The black tank top I was wearing was drenched in sweat that dripped to form a small pool at my feet; my forehead glistened, my hands ached but I was still upset.Marenda and I vacation had been disturbed by my father's call, it was for an interview with my supposed wife, one that was also good for the image of the company.My fist flew to the punching bag when I remembered the reason my father gave me, the reason why I was married to someone I didn't love. There was only one person who could make me feel better because this boxing wasn't doing any good and that was my mother.Jumping into the bathroom adjoined to the gym, I quickly shower
Steven's POVI inserted the card into the keylock of our hotel room in Florida, loving how Marenda's face lighted up as it landed on the sight before her. Our flight landed a few minutes ago and the big grin on her face was a sign that I did the right thing by ditching that interview to be with her."Wow!" Her jaw dropped and a hand quickly went over to cover it. "It's so big."It was a deluxe hotel room, very spacious with access to the best view in the city; I had spared no expense in booking the best for my baby."Come see the view babe," Marenda said to me, forehead pressed to the one-way floor to wall glass that covered half of the room.Wrapping her waist from behind, I sniffed her hair, it smelt nice, just like coconut and vanilla, my new favourite scent. We stayed that way, just watching unsuspecting passersby.I leaned in kissin