Isis eyed Lizeth as she gave her the advice. Still in their sitting room, they've argued and gone back and forth over Isis' job, and yet, they haven't come to a conclusion of what she should actually do. Where Isis and Lizeth were still discussing about it, Pheonix was lost in her thoughts, thinking of the dilemma she found herself in."I really wouldn't mind if I were you though," Lizeth said like it was no big deal, then shrugged her shoulders. She wondered why Isis was making it seem like it was something extremely serious. "If you truly need the job like you said, I'd advise you to just do as he says."Isis paused to stare at Lizeth, then she scoffed, then turned to face Phoenix, who looked indifferent, because her mind was somewhere else. "Pheonix, did you hear what Lizeth just suggested?" She asked her with raised eyebrows."What did she suggest?" Pheonix asked, looking very uninterested. The only thing on her mind at the moment was her pregnancy. She had not been going to work

Bottles of Ciroc scattered everywhere in his room, Omarion sat on the floor, his back rested on the wall. His dark brown eyes were now red, and he was sweating profusely despite being under the air conditioner. His hair was scattered and rough, and it seemed like he hadn't left his room for days, whereas, he was still at work that day.As he was about to pour another round of the wine into his mouth, directly from the bottle, there was a knock on his room door, making him halt. He was in no mood to reply whoever it was, but he waited patiently to know who it was and what the person needed."Sir," the voice called from the other side of the door. "Are you there, sir? Or can I come in?"Omarion knew who it was, and his eyes closed gently in frustration. If it were to be someone else, he would have yelled at the person or done something to punish such person for interrupting his drinking session. But it was Madam Louisiana, his chief maid. She had always looked after him since his parent

OMARION'S P.O.V As Rachel walked closer to me seductively, my mind couldn't help but go to the lady I had been stalking alongside my ex now, Isis. Despite knowing she was not at fault by refusing me, I still had to make her know I had power over a lot of things in this city, and that was what I was busy showing her, by not letting her get a job in any company of her choice.However, Isis had a banging body, and I couldn't take my eyes of that body of hers ever since I saw her. And if only she had done what I wanted her to do just once, maybe I would have let he keep her job. But here I am with my secretary, who was used to me fucking her, and she had taken so much pleasure in it that she almost couldn't go a day without wanting to seduce me at any opportunity she gets.I let out a sigh as she moved nearer, catwalking as she took each step of hers. I smirked, imagining the lady before me as Isis.I knew I was supposed to be shameful about it, but I couldn't blame myself either. Knowin

James arrives right in time to pick Isis later in the evening, and they left for the club. While they were on their way there, she looked unsettled and a bit worried, and even though James was driving, he couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable she was. When he couldn't mind his business any longer, he decided to ask her."Are you okay?" He asked as he looked at her for a split seconds before turning to face the road again."Yeah," she said, dialing a number on her phone. For the umpteenth time that evening, the call directed her to voice mail, and she let out a heavy sigh. "Where the heck is she?" She muttered to herself."Are you sure you're good? Who are you calling countless times like that?" He asked her with raised eyebrows, curious about who she was calling that made her so worried like that. "You've been dialing that number since we left your place, and you've been worried ever since."Before he started to think of anything else, she quickly responded. "It's Pheonix. She ha

"Thank goodness she's back," she muttered to herself as she walked into the house and closed the door behind her. Just as she turned around and saw Pheonix on a sofa, and the television was on, she began to query her. "So, tell me where you've been since that you…" Her voice trailed off as she m9ved closer to her and was shocked to see that she was shedding tears. Pheonix was crying bitterly. Instantly, Isis dropped her bag on the floor and rushed to meet her. She pulled her into a hug and let her cry in her arms. "What's going on, baby?" She asked her as she patted her and pulled her closer to her, with concern and worry laced on her face, while Pheonix kept on crying.Isis stopped questioning her and waited for her to finish crying, so she simply sat there in silence and patted her back till she was done crying. After a while and she had stop sniffing her nose, Isis decided to ask her what the problem was once again."Are you okay?""Obviously not," Pheonix replied and scoffed, her