She cursed all the reasons that caused her to allow an unconscious man to sleep with her. She got back to the bedroom and one look at the disorganized bed, everything that happened came fresh in her mind. She continued to stare at it when suddenly, her eyes met a red stain.She staggered closer, sat at the edge of the bed, and ran her hand on the stain. It wasn't any other stain. It was blood. Her blood. Also another evidence of what happened.It's even more heart-wrenching to know that things will never go the same between them again.She refused Richard, her lawfully wedded husband, and gave it to Wilhelm. He's the fir

 For him, she doesn't know. But for her, deep down, she took advantage of the opportunity to taunt Richard unfairly high. How ironic. Earlier in their partnership, she had accused him of taking advantage of their arrangement when he wouldn't adhere to the rules. And now she's the one doing so.After that morning, though in solitude, all she had craved was those lips back on hers. She tried to get the thought out but would her mind stop playing every damn touch, stroke, and thrust?Richard had read her out as if her desire for him was written right on her forehead in bold red letters. Richard had dug her forbidden desires bare and right now, she's embarrassed to the point of death.She's also running mad from how she can't stop thinking about him. Even though the room was chilled as fuck, she felt hot.

 She had dreamt of hearing the continuous blowing of horns and thought it was the end time but woke up to it, louder than it was in her sleep.As she rubbed her eyes open, she confirmed she wasn't dreaming about rapture but there was someone in her yard blowing horns to purposely disturb.She got out of the bed staggered towards the window while the back of her hand covered her mouth to muffle her loud yawns.Brushing the curtains aside, she peeked out of the window.In the yard was a Porsche. With the windows rolled down, the owner had his arm across the window and his fingertips tapping gently above the door handle.He was drawn back in his seat with the other hand secured around the steering wheel as he kept blowing the horn like no man's business.

  She had gone to do her hair and had it coiled in waves. Her makeup was smoky hot and her dress was simply something that accentuated her curves.He usually saw her coldly in women's suits with her hair either straight or held and a no-nonsense look but recently, she has changed and that is why seeing her new transformation always baffle him.He's never going to get used to it because every time she dresses up, she looks different and better than before.Destiny is beautiful without a doubt but now, it's an overload of it. Can someone get any prettier?'She is going to be the center of attraction tonight at the gallery.' He said to himself.

 Before going to look wherever Wilhelm has been dragged to, she looked for miss pixie. Same lady she acted unfriendly to earlier.She saw her talking to some of the guests with that wide smile of hers plastered on her face.Pixie noticed that she was waiting on her and politely excused herself to get to her."I'm not going to apologize for earlier. Because I'm not like you who dash smiles on a gold platter to strangers. But I am thankful that you left them for me.""It's okay." And there was that smile of hers again. So huge that it showed her entire thirty-two set. Maybe she should call her Miss Smiley instead."I was coming to call you before meeting them.""Call me? For what?"