Semua Bab LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK : Bab 31 - Bab 40

BELLA'S POV.Contemplated how quickly the initial month had passed, only to find ourselves in the second month with the boss absent who was at the women in insurance conference in Houston. She had entrusted me with the responsibility of overseeing the firm in her absence. Managing the staff was manageable, but being in the same space with Wale, who often acted superior for his age, was a challenging task. Whatever had happened between us in the past was not something I was willing to disclose.During a particular lunch hour, I visited a fancy restaurant nearby and ordered my usual meal of chicken salad and a hot cup of black coffee. I noticed the interns already seated at a table, enjoying their lunch without realizing I was there. I discreetly sat at a nearby table to eavesdrop on their conversation, wanting to ensure that Wale wouldn't mention anything about me."Wale, why won't you even look at me?" Clara posed the unexpected question to him."What do you mean by 'look at you'?" Ke

JỌLÁADÉ'S POV "Hello Jade," I greeted her over the phone as I packed prepared meals into a lunch bag. "You're back?" "Yes. Last night... Do you have any idea where Zach might be? I heard he's on a movie set within the state, but the exact location is unknown." "That might be challenging," she responded with a hint of distress in her voice. I grew concerned upon hearing her tone. "Are you alright?" "Yes, just feeling a bit off," she replied. "I think I can ask someone for his whereabouts." "Are you certain?" "Yes. I'll do my best. It might take some time, but I'll definitely keep you informed," she assured me, and I trusted her word. "May I ask why you suddenly want to know his location?" "I messed up, Jade. I haven't spoken to him in over a week." "What? Why not?" "I've been extremely busy," I explained. "Jọláadé, that's not ideal." "I know. That's why I'm trying to reach out to him since he hasn't been answering my calls," I admitted regretfully. As I sat at the dinin

On a bustling night in the city, I found myself craving street food from a food trailer far from my home. I pulled up my hoodie to hide my face and observed the ambient glow of the street lights, shop signs and building reflections. The diverse crowd around me was busy buying and selling, with lovers strolling by and an emotional group watching a street performance of a love song that touched my heart. The lyrics reminded me of the complexities in my love life. "Chicken barbecue and a canned beer, please," I requested from the person in the food trailer. "Coming right up," he replied. I settled into one of the plastic chairs at a table with a disposable cup and napkins. The gentle breeze calmed my soul as I watched people passing by, some stopping to buy from the food trailer. It seemed like no one cared about each other's business at that moment. If only it had always been that way, no one would intrude on anyone's privacy. The arrival of my order brought me back to reality. The

JỌLÁADÉ'S POV There is nothing quite like a uniquely crafted, elegant evening gown for an official dinner party thrown by a distinguished dignitary in the nation, poised to captivate and command the attention of all, perhaps even causing them to forget their companions. The ultimate way to command that full attention is to arrive fashionably late. The grand entrance, when most guests are already present, is paramount. All eyes are fixed on you as if you are the host, seizing the moment. As I entered the lavishly adorned venue, aglow with opulent chandeliers and soft lighting, all gazes were upon me, and the rising murmur of the crowd was all I could hear; evidently, I had disrupted the socializing. I had arrived to reclaim my crown and honour; in that moment, I had to embody a warrior in a gown, determined to succeed. Despite my nerves, I remained steadfast. Gracefully, I made my way to a cocktail table, where a waiter approached me with a drink. I accepted a glass of champagne and

I couldn't deny what my body wanted. His sensual touch; his enormous arms and his sturdy muscles wrapped around my body. It has been several weeks, and despite my busy schedule, I find that I cannot stop thinking about him. Even during my hectic days, I make time to communicate with him regularly. His appealing voice, captivating mannerisms, charming gaze, and enchanting smiles never fail to turn me on, whether I am simply thinking about him or having a video call with him. Perched on my bed, my laptop before me, my arms wrapped around the fancy pillow against my chest; I had worn a nightgown with a seductive allure. "Baby, you are going to get me aroused right here." He admitted and I couldn't help but smile in response. "I hope it isn’t what I'm thinking." He added, furrowing his eyebrows. "Baby..." I muttered, trying to be cute. "I thought you've been busy..." I have indeed been preoccupied with work, but Gabriel has been toying with my feelings, sparking unwanted em