CHAPTER FORTY-NINE*celebration!*"Let me guess, Good news?" She quizzed.He nodded, still smiling widely, and extended his right hand to her. Still eyeing him curiously, she slipped her small slender hand into his and he clasped her hands over his as he pulled her to him in a warm embrace. His unshaven beard pricked the skin on her neck, and his expensive Dior perfume tugged at her nostrils and she resisted the urge to sneeze but instead remained smiling."Dad?" she croaked out.He pulled her away and looked down at her with joy sparkling in his hazel eyes."Come let us celebrate!" He urged.There is something different about him today. He is radiating so much positivity and unbridled happiness! She wondered as she studied his features with a wide grin on her face.Honestly, She is so happy to see him like this. "Come with me!" He prodded as he held her gently by the elbow guiding her to the mini home bar located at the far corner of the large living room."Let's drink!" He enthused

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE*I was so stupid to believe it will go as planned*"Enough of all these sob stories. Now let's celebrate. You want more drink?"He said as he reached for the bottle of Black rum again and started spewing her glass with its contents."It-it okay Dad!" She cried. Good lord! She doesn't think her weak brain can handle any more drinks!"My bad, I spilt so much. But I thought you were up for a drink?" He narrowed his eyes at her teasingly.Oops! Did he notice already? Is she making it so damn obvious that she's not much of a drinker?"Of course! It was just too much to take all at once." She snapped, her cheeks blushing slightly.Shit!Why are you like this Jane?First, you made a big fool of yourself in front of Drake and now your beloved father?Girl, you need some scolding!She reprimanded herself mentally.Her father quirked his eyebrows at her but simply nodded anyway.He reached for some ice cubes and splashed them into her glass. He poured for himself and did the s

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE*plans gone wrong?*"...And if you still don't approve, I will handle the expenses myself." Her very words echoed in her mind after they came out. Hold up, girl! If my memory serves me right, the agent was saying that all travel expenses, including feeding expenses and others, cost about 200,000 dollars! What the heck!!!! How does she plan to raise such an amount within a short time?And she has a big fashion runway show to prepare for, she simply can't whisk such an amount of money away right now for the sake of taking a break. Besides, It was Dad that brought up the whole idea of a vacation, not her. So naturally, he should pay for it. But that depends on his approval, which she's still struggling to get.Her heart picked up a bit as she waited for his response. Her breaths came out in short pants as we locked gazes. His forehead was crinkled with exasperation but she can't quite explain the unspoken meaning of the dark shade of his once bright hazel eyes. Sa

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE*Her Safe Haven*He almost choked on his drink.Wait let me take that back.He actually choked on his drink.He clamped a hand over his mouth, roaring with a cough that the whites of his eyes turned pink.Alarmed, Janice sprung up from her seat and ran to his side."Are you alright Dad?!" She wrapped her hands around his elderly shoulders."Let me get you water, immediately!" He shook his head slowly, gripping her arm. "No, it's fine. My wine will do the trick.""Are you sure? It is not good for your health, Dad. Let me get you some warm water. Hold on.", unsure, she insisted.He sighed in resignation. She smiled at him and rubbed his shoulders soothingly. " I will be back in a jiffy." She retreated to the kitchen and he could hear the tap starts running.In a short time, she returned with a glass of water and handed it to him. He grasped the glass of water gently and raised it to his lips, taking a sip at first and finishing it with a gulp. He let out a deep A

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN*An afterlife where your sexual fantasies are fulfilled to the very letter*Mr Cross Hopkins, her boss and executive director of the leading and most distinguished advertising company in London and abroad. He's extremely charming, sophisticated, suave of course and a philanderer plus he has this carefree attitude. Are all Americans like this? Because he's so good at it. So good at sweeping her woman off her feet at the slightest touch in the right places. Even his piercing stares can send you into the afterlife if you're not careful. Don't get me wrong. I don't mean it literally. What I meant was An afterlife where your sexual fantasies are fulfilled to the very letter. He's a man of his game. And she has no intention of taking part in his senseless games.Cross was a man who rarely looked anything less than absolutely gorgeous on any day of his life.There he was, lounging majestically on the leather chair, his long muscular legs crossed together, propping them