Alex POVGoing after Jericho would change nothing since I won't be able to stop him. I just prayed Leia returned in one piece but I doubt it. I became restless and irritable. When I couldn't hold it anymore, I jumped into my car and drove out of the base.I drove around the city with no destination in mind. After a few minutes' drive I realized that I was at Crescent Clubhouse. Crescent Clubhouse house? It was a nice place to end up. I eased my car into the premises and made my way in.Well, you wouldn't blame me, I needed to get this shit out of my mind. I took my usual spot and ordered a few bottles of drinks.I had hardly begun drinking when one of my regulars sighted me. She walked towards me flaunting her boobs. I wasn't in for such shit. I glared at her as she approached but she took no notice. She approached me and began to dance. Nice move, I thought and began to sip down my drink while I fed my eyes on her.Without warning, her hand ended on my chest. She stroked me seduct

Alex Finally bursted into a random room and dropped me down. He made me sit on the kingsize bed. In frustration, he brushed his hair. “I tried to warn you Jericho but you didn’t give me any room. You let your anger get the best of you without trying to get to the roots of everything. Now everything is a mess. I doubt if Leia will ever forgive you” Alex said despondently. He was looking so sad but I felt more like shit. He sounded as soft as he could handle but his words still cut strangely in the worst way. “I’m feeling bad enough already, do not add to it, Alex.” My voice shook, rose and fell. I knew I fucked up big time. I’ve acted so much like a bitch. Hell, I hate myself right now. My head began to throb pretty hard and Alex left me to go get some aspirins.I reflected back on everything I’d done to Leia. Every little pain I inflicted on her drove my senses back to all the gibberish that bastard Herman had spewed“Argh!" I yelled at a full blast. I veered up and punched the ne

I was going to ask the head maid but I stumbled on Alex on my way. He saw my bloody hand and his brows arched in shock. He gripped me by the shoulder impulsively and wheeled me around to face him. I threw an elbow aiming for his neck and he gave up. He raised his hands up and said, "easy! Easy, easy ma'am… it's me… Alex…. I just wanted to check your wounds, what the fuck happened!?" He yelled in concern.The concern in his voice melted my heart. I turned around and he saw the bloody hand. "Fuck!" He yelled and dragged me along with my good hand.We walked into some random room that had white paintings and decor. He shoveled out a green box from the cupboard which was a first aid kit. “Don’t worry, I can handle myself.” I said sternly and made to get the kit from him but he refused and willed me to a seat. I tried to object but he held me with his strong arms and sat me down. He beamed with a warm smile when I frowned at him. Sighing, I just relaxed and let him do it. Afterall I do

Jericho’s POV The abhorrence in Leia's eyes each time she gazed at me made me realize two things; she was never going to stop being angry at me and she was never going to forgive me for what I did. I wasn’t supposed to be concerned about her validation, but there I was with a bottle of wine plunged in my mouth as I gulped the content. Its hotness hit the back of my throat, prompting me to narrow my eyes in reaction to it. Why did I care so much about how she felt? Months ago if someone had told me I would ever beg a woman for something as petty as forgiveness, I would have punched that fucker in the face and made him regret ever saying that shit. The sound of clicking heels from the front door stole my attention and I turned to see who it was. Aldina ambled majestically from the door in a red gown that clung to her slender body. She didn’t seem to have spotted me at first, but when she did, she started coming toward me. Oh great! I tore my eyes off her. I didn’t need to be arou

As I finally arrived at the dining table, I was met with a tray containing a strange combo. It was a toasted egg infused with veggies and meat. Beside it was a mazagran cup of steamy tea. The meal looks so classy and by appearance I could swear it’ll be delicious. In fact the ambrosial smell emitting from the meal got me craving to devour the meal already. I rolled my eyes, sat down before the meal and I reached for the cutleries. “The italian breakfast frittata,” Just as I shove the fork into the toast egg, about to start eating, a masculine voice spoke, making a halt. The owner of the voice walked to my view and it was Jericho of course. He had a smirk on his face and I frowned at him. What the fishbones is he talking about and what the hell is he even doing here? I withdrew my gaze from him, I scanned around the table and looked at his hands to be sure he wasn’t going to be having breakfast with me. “Incase you’re wondering what the meal is called, that’s the name and it’s on