Xander We have two hours left before Damien’s proposal, and I am freaking out. The venue messed up the catering and the proposal area, and I am about to get some people fired. “We have two hours until the event and everything is a fucking mess,” I grumble as I walk past Nikki. She grabs me and pulls me towards her. “Look at me,” she says softly, and my eyes meet hers, and she gives me a soft smile, “It’s just a minor issue, can I call Chantel to come help, she’s good at handling situations like this?” I sigh, I didn’t want to seem weak, or incapable, but I needed the help and as part of my therapy sessions, I was told to always ask, accept, and give help. “I’d really appreciate that baby,” She gives me a light kiss, and she pulls her phone out of her pocket. “Chantel, I need your help,” she says, not wasting any time. “Okay, I’ll send you the address,” she hangs up the phone and starts typing, she hits send and puts her phone back in her pocket. I kiss the side of her head,

Nikki “Nikki, come on, we need to get going, we are going to be late,” Xander yells for the fifth time this morning. “Yell at me like that again, and I’m going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine,” I yell back. It’s been a few weeks since Charles and Damien’s engagement, and this is the final week of testimony in Aiden’s case. I am exhausted and could not wait for it to be over. They had a pretty strong case against Aiden, and it looked like he was going to be facing some serious jail time. I pick up my handbag and I make my way downstairs. Xander is on the phone, and he looks stressed, he has been for the last few days, but he doesn’t seem ready to talk about it, so I won’t force him to. He looks at me and smiles and ends his phone call. “You ready to go?” he asks as he kisses my forehead. I nod, “Yeah, I’m sorry I took so long, I couldn’t pick out an outfit, this baby seems to be growing a little too fast, and I’m getting fat.” “More ass for me to grab,” he smirks, I hit

Damien I stood outside the door of her apartment with a gift bag in my hand. I had gotten the perfume, just like Charles had said. My palms were sweaty, I had not fully prepared to see her. “Just in and out, Damien. Give her the gift bag, don’t go inside.” I walked to the door and knocked. I hear footsteps coming and the door opens. The first thing I notice is her thick thighs, her smooth, thick mocha thighs. Concentrate. “Hey Chantel, I hope I didn’t come at a bad time,” I say with a smile. Her curly hair was in a messy bun, and she was in a tank top, with no bra, shorts, and no makeup. “Hey Damien, no you didn’t. How can I help you?” I hold the gift bag in front of me, “I brought you a gift, from Charles and me to say thank you,” I hand her the bag and she gives me a wide grin; she pulls out the small perfume box and squeals. “You guys, you didn’t have to. I love it. How did you know that I wanted this,” I put my hands in my pockets and chuckle, “Charles told me,” She pu

Nikki It’s been two days since Xander left and I have to admit it, it’s been quite in the house. He calls me every day whenever he gets the chance to and we text all the time but today something didn’t feel right, he was quiet. He didn’t text me in the morning, he didn’t call me and when I asked Charles, he said he had an early morning meeting but something about that sounded like a lie. “Nikiwe, are you okay?” my mother asks. I shake my head, “Something doesn’t feel right, something is wrong with Xander.” She looks at me and frowns, “Why do you say that?” “He hasn’t spoken to me yet and he usually calls me around this time,” My mom sighs, “Nikki, I’m sure he is okay. Now let’s get you something to eat, you look hungry.” I sigh, “I’m hungry, do you have tripe?” “And so, the craving begin. I do have tripe my child,” I love my mother. After I dropped to Xander, when I came back home my mother had packed my bags and told me I was going to be living with her until Xander came bac

Xander “Home sweet home,” I sigh, as I got into the house. Today was the last day and everything was finally sorted, I was no longer the president and I had appointed the new CEO of my dad’s company. Sold my mansions and only left one apartment incase my wife and I needed to visit. I was officially cutting all ties with America. “What time do we leave tomorrow?” “I made flight bookings for midnight,” Charles replies, “Unless that’s too late.” I shake my head, “That is perfect, I didn’t want to be here when the movers came.” “I can’t believe this is the end of your villain era, who would have thought?” Damien walks in with the shopping bags and goes into the kitchen, and I follow behind him. “ “Tonight, we feast like kings,” Damien says, “I’ve got pork belly, ribs, steak, beer, whiskey, lamb chops. All meat, no carbs, no salads.” “I have a feeling we might regret this,” Charles says with a laugh. “We’ll nurse our hangovers on the plane baby, and we will be celebrating us men,