บททั้งหมดของ One night with Mr Braxton : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Emma and Asher sped through the city in silence; dressed in formal attire. Since they began their journey, Asher maintained silence, refusing to divulge information on where they were headed.“ Are you a serial killer?” Emma voiced out, while trying to guess their destination.He huffed, and kept his eyes on the road.“ Okay, I’m getting confused. Where on earth are we headed.” She deadpanned, already tired of guessing. “ Are you scared?” His question surprised her. Or maybe the fact that he responded to her.“ Pfft. Of course not!” She spoke flippantly, “ You said to dress formally, which translates to it being important. I need to know what it is, call it a heads up.” “ You don’t need to know.” He stressed with a smirk,“ If you need to meet important people, maybe your wife shouldn’t be the fish outside the water.” She slowed to a whisper, “ Trust me, they’ll know something’s up.” “ And why should I care about what anyone thinks they know?” She shook her head, she couldn’t win

Steele shoes sales were dropping, and fast!Mrs Steele was bat-shit crazy; after their emergency meeting the week before, she concluded to suppress the Soul-Shoes, a decision that wasn’t one of her best. They’d gone ahead to create a scandal, calling the quality of their Soul-Shoes poor and outrightly dangerous. For some days, they were satisfied with the results until things suddenly took a turn for the worse. A popular shoe blog hopped on the news and took out time to highlight the difference between the brands quality of budget-friendly shoes. Things didn’t end well when their recent collections were tested live alongside one of the Soul Shoes products.What was supposed to bring the end of Soul-Shoes ended up bringing them a higher level of publicity. In retrospect, Steele-Shoes ended up as the laughing stock and received backlash from the general public. Being a huge company, their first reaction was to release a press statement, condemning the blog and pushing the narrative of

It was dinner time. Asher was seated at the head of the table, Emma closest to his right side, and Rebecca by his left. Jason, being off on an emergency, didn’t join the crew, leaving Bianca and Rooney who were seated opposite the other, with Rooney on Emma’s side.While they ate, Rebecca spoke all about her childhood with Asher. “ Remember that time when you hit a boy for asking me out? Your hand hurt so terribly as a result of the cut. Till today, he still calls me your woman.” She said, smiling profusely while Asher continued his food, paying her no mind but she remained undeterred.“ It's so funny, we are so perfect for each other, people don’t believe you are actually married. My phone has been blowing up with questions on what went wrong. Some even think we aren’t on speaking terms, can you imagine that?!” She ranted, drawing closer to him as she spoke. It took everything for Emma to keep calm. With the amount of heat being generated through her glare, one wouldn’t be surprise

Stupid. So stupid to have gone there! Emma beat up herself for thinking something positive could come out of seeing Colton. Of course it was about him, now that she thought of it, he never did anything If it didn't benefit him one way or the other.Being a person who preferred to avoid adding to her already long list of regrets, she made it a point to try and fail rather than refusing to try. An attitude that got her disappointed, time and time again. She ended up sitting through four minutes of hell with the devil himself.Yes. She was counting.They sped through the familiar route that led to the Mansion and her phone started ringing. A string of curse words left lips, ready to let out a piece of her mind, before actually realizing it was her husband calling. " Hello?"" Where are you?" Asher's tone was hard and curt." On my way home? What's got your panties in a twist." She retorted with more sass than intended. Apparently, someone was in a bad mood too, no surprise there.Ash

" Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking, Emma." Asher's eyes spoke before his mouth moved. " Thank you." She held her golden clutch tighter than required, then quipped, " You don't look too bad yourself."Asher raised an eyebrow in reply; she blushed abashedly." Shall we?" She took his hand and they walked out of the building with meaningful silence. Asher dressed in a tux, one that was a sight for sore eyes, his appeal remained unchartered and she couldn't help but notice his fit arms.Her husband's arm consistently put every other to shame and oftentimes, she wondered how he stayed in shape, especially with his demanding job and tight schedules." Why am I not surprised?" Emma said when she caught sight of the black Limousine parked in front of the house. " Couldn't we use something less conspicuous?" A suited man opened the door and Asher urged her in, following sharply behind her. " Trust me, this is less conspicuous." He said, drawing her closer to himself. " It's going to b