The sound of a car horn filled her ears, Genevieve opened her eyes and stared at the wall next to her. Slowly, the event of her mum's wedding crawled into her, she smiled, got up from her bed and walked into her bathroom.  With her toothbrush in her mouth, she brushed gently, her eyes not leaving her reflection as the thought of Eric filled her mind.  Shoving him off her mind, she washed her mouth, had a refreshing morning shower and walked out the room because Felix informed her that the whole family will have breakfast together downstairs.  As she walked down the stairs, she could see two maids who walked out of a room which should be the kitchen, the aroma of pancakes filled her nose.  With he

The room became so quiet, nothing could be heard except the breathing of Gen as she tried so hard to control herself. She stood still, close to the door as she tried not to make any further move to him just to avoid any more harsh words.  He had his eyes fixed on her like he was reading her soul, slowly, Eric walked towards her. Gen's heart began to beat so fast, each step he took felt so real like a knife was pierced into her and all she could do was stand with her head bowed down, her eyes trying all they could not to catch his gaze.  Eric stood close to her, their faces almost meeting and he could feel the heat emitting from her.  "Listen Genevieve, I don't need your apology for anything. All I need from y

Eric sat on a couch, his eyes fixed on the open window in his room as his veins were visible on his forehead. He held a paper in his hand and squeezed it so tight, an angry look on his face as the whole scenario that transpired between him and Genevieve placed continuously in his head.  He couldn't believe that she would do something so shocking, he could still feel his cheek hurt by the hard slap and it angered him so deeply, his eyes not leaving the window.  "I must do something to get back to her, I won't allow her to spit in my face and go Scott free, never!" He swore under his breath, his look sharp enough to cut through a person's soul. "What do you think we should do?" Gen asked as she sat on the couch, her eyes fixed to the big TV set in f

The next morning, Felix left for Paris and Genevieve was left all alone with Eric whom she tried all her best to avoid. After having her breakfast with the maid served, she took a refreshing bath, wore a comfortable dress and decided to take a walk around the house.  Felix told her there is an art gallery on the third floor and Gen is so thrilled to check it out. With her long black hair let loose, she walked towards the hall staring at each door for the right one.  Soon, she was able to find it, she turned the door knob and walked into it, the room was a bit dim. Gen wondered why, she looked around for any light switch but she saw nothing. With flickering eyes, she saw a large curtain not far away from where she stood, maybe it could bring light into the room which was so quiet and felt like no one had been in it for years

Eric barged into her room, held her hand and turned to her, "You smell of alcohol, take your bath and rest" he let go of her hand and to his surprise, Genevieve wrapped her arms around his neck dragging him closer to her.  "Do you want to leave me Eric?" she whispered to him , giving him the cutest look ever.  Eric couldn't help but stare at her, she is beautiful, he can't deny that and the effect she has on him by dragging him so close to her was deeply affecting him in a way he doesn't understand.  "You are drunk Genevieve, you need to sleep" he replied nonchalantly and tried to let go of her arms around his neck but Genevieve held him tight not letting go.  "Do not leave Eric, I need you" she