The beeping of his phone got him out of his thoughts. He lazily picked his phone from the table and checked the message. The message is from Juliana, she reminded him of her birthday party. He felt distressed as he touched his temple, closed his eyes and relaxed his back on his office seat which he's sitting on. He had already promised Juliana to be at her birthday party, if not… he doesn't think he has the strength to be there. His mind had been wandering through a lot since morning and it got him distressed. Also, he has got himself worked up by handling so much work in a day all in the name of trying to stop thinking about his little wife but still yet, he couldn't.Juliana is a good friend of his in the entertainment industry. He's a man that has just a few friends and Juliana is one of them. He loves her vibe and how she doesn't give a fuck to the media, she's a valiant independent lady. Maybe going to this birthday party will ease the stress in him and get his mind off the t

Jace had already called Victor to quickly come to the parking lot.He left that bastard that wanted to take advantage of his wife in a miserable state. He really wants to beat him to death but his wife needs his attention more. He doesn't know what was put in her drink….. like the type of drug and what effect it could have in her body. He wants to take her to one of his houses in his estate and then call the doctor to come check her up.He picked her delicate body and scooped her into his arms. Luckily he found a small exit that will lead him to the parking lot without walking over the paparazzi and the crazy fans. Victor was already at the parking lot when he arrived with his wife.“What happened?" Victor was fast to ask, also surprised to see Jace's wife. They didn't come here with her and why is she in this not pleasing state. Also, Jace's white shirt was stained with blood. Victor wonders what happened… Did he get into a fight? But his boss is not that type of person.“No time to

I slowly but steadily flap my eyes open. My head hurts a lot and I felt like it's going to snap into two. I gently sit up from what I think it's bed but I'm yet to understand where I am or the nature of my environment.I used my two palms to hold onto my head, maybe it will help reduce the excruciating pain in my head.I close my eyes believing it will help subsidize the pain and also clear my blurry view.I stayed in that state for some while before I gently opened my eyes when I felt that the pain had gone down. When I opened my eyes, I finally found a clear view instead of a blurry view. I used this opportunity to check out my environment to know where I am…. I don't remember anything.I started from the left to scrutinize the spacious room that looks extravagant despite being partially empty. The little things in the room look delusive and no one needed to tell me that this room belongs to someone extremely rich. This isn't me and my husband's room, where am I? I think I'm not i

“Who… who are you?" I asked in fear as I grabbed the empty flower vase lying on the nearby table. The man turned to face me and I was able to see his face. I think I've seen him somewhere. Nevertheless, I was still vigilant…. If he poses any threat, I will use my weapon on him.Seeing the stern look on my face and the way I positioned my weapon, his pupils dilated in something I couldn't comprehend before he spoke up, “Calm down ma'am, I'm Victor… your husband's driver and a friend."Hearing what he said, I was slightly convinced because his face looks familiar. I still didn't drop my weapon as my eyes were stuck on him. I want to be sure he's one of the men I saw with my husband when we travelled to London before I could relax and drop my weapon.“Constance." I heard my husband's voice. I turned to look at him. “He's my driver, so drop your weapon," he added.I bite my lips feeling a bit embarrassed. Well, I was only trying to be vigilant. I stare at the man. “I'm sorry," I mumbl

I woke up the next morning, my husband was lying beside me while I'm in his arms. I wanted to wait for him to come back last night but I didn't know when I slept off and now I woke up in his arms. I think he purposely made me sleep in his arms but why?I can remember the night he held me so close in his arms and told me that's how couples should sleep. I blush as I remembered his deep sexy voice when he said that. Today is saturday and I won't be going to school but I really need to meet up with Jocelyn, I will do that later in the day.I tried to slide my slender body out from his large arms but he held me tighter and pressed my body on his hard chest. My mouth slightly opened in awe, why can't he let me go. I tried again but that was the same result. I stare at him but his eyes are closed, my instinct tells me that he's not sleeping rather he's pretending to be asleep. My struggles to leave his arms and climb down the bed was futile so I gave up and stayed calm in his arms, besides