James was convinced that Sly was out of his mind but even more greatly, Sly had almost drunk too much.He knew it would be useless to reason with Sly but that didn't stop him from trying. His pathetic gaze landed on Sly's flushed face and bloodshot eyes, as Sly gulped down another drink. The girls cheered him on."Sly, you are still a married man. Stop it now," James expressed firmly, his voice a yell through the boisterous sound of the music in the background.Sly stared at James strangely with agitation, took off his ring, and threw it at him. James caught it in mid-air, as Sly ground his teeth and spoke irrationally, "that's it, I'm free. Now get me some condoms and a room," he said loudly."No," James said defiantly.Sly was agitated and asked the woman on his right, "Do you have condoms?""Yes," both of them said simultaneously. Sly stood up and staggered in the process, held the girls by the breast, pressing it simultaneously. They moa

Monica knew better that Sly was a man of his words. But how was he going to make her sign the divorce papers? Was he going to travel down to Georgia and force her? Monica did not have the answers but strangely she wished he would come. However, she decided not to dare him or give him any hope."Goodbye, Sly," she ended the call. She decided not to answer any calls from a strange or unknown number anymore. If Sly kept calling, she might give up on everything. Nevertheless, she couldn't stop wondering what Sly was up to. Monica went to the warehouse with Serena the next day. It was exactly as she wanted, huge enough to accommodate the thousands of gadgets. Still, renovations had to be done to put it in a commercial state therefore, she booked an appointment to meet with the manager. Regardless, when they got to his office, Monica could feel her social phobia slowly creeping in. Being with Sly gave her respect and dignity because he was there to protect her. She nev

Monica gaped in shock as if she just woke up from a dream. An instant chill cooled her mien. Her face paled, her knees trembled at the picture of Sly dressed casually in white shorts, a white polo shirt, and white sneakers with black sunglasses. From the picture, he was as dignified and regal as usual but what sank Monica's heart was the lady beside him. There were different photos, each with a different woman, scattered all over the middle page of the newspaper. What she heard didn't hurt as much as seeing it. She continued to glare in disbelief at the snapshots on her phone. Not only that, but the media was also doing a great job by adding more pepper to the already artistic story. 'Mr. Norman, the chairman and CEO of Norman Holdings, in his usual style.' It continued to elaborate; After receiving his inheritance, Mr. Norman's wife disappears and he goes back to his escapade with models. The details of the news stated that Sly only used Monica for his inheritance and the pair were n

"Guess what, Monica, we won the tender. This is worth 100 million," Elsie proclaimed excitedly. It wasn't the first time they won such huge deals but she felt delighted every time. Elsie had joined Monica's company a year ago after her graduation from Princeton college. She helped with the Sales and Marketing Department and also acted as a personal assistant to Monica since she graduated with a Bachelor of Business Administration. Being a personal assistant to Monica allowed her to learn more."That's wonderful Elsie, where is Serena?" Monica asked curiously, as she wondered why the latter wasn't there as well. "They are still signing the documents," Elsie said. She was looking stunning in her dress suit, clad with little makeup to compliment her already attractive features."And what are you doing here?" Monica furrowed her brow as she asked. Her long burgundy hair was cut short and trimmed. She exhumed an aura of dignity and confidence. Her innocent look

Monica heard voices around her. She seemed to be in a faraway land. Suddenly jolted awake, her eyes opened into the worried ones of Ben. Elsie, Serena, and some other workers were in her office. Her membrane of confusion shadowed her as worried looks focussed on her. She was lying on something firm and solid as a strong pair of hands clamped her cheeks. A wind of embarrassment swayed her when she realized that she was lying on Ben's lap on the sofa. Ben's eyes were filled with concern.  "Monica, what happened? You passed out." Her senses were in a forgetful mode. She tried to remember and finally, she did. "My phone, where is my phone," she panicked. Ben was about to hand over the phone to her when it rang. He glanced at it before handing it over to Monica. Monica seemed to already have a fair knowledge of what Gertrude was about to say and beckoned everyone else to leave except Serena, Elsie and Ben. She released herself from Ben's grip and sat uprightly by her