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MIA"I knew you wouldn't disobey me." He commented as soon as I walked into the living room of his home.I eye rolled. "This is an issue of urgency, Jerome. Why didn't you tell me about her?"I dropped the small brown leather purse I was holding in the nearest sofa and folded my arms. "What difference will it make?" He chugged the remaining contents in his glass. "Why don't you sit and let's have a drink?""I'm not having drinks with you until you answer me, Jerome! Why didn't you tell me you fucked and impregnated Hailey?!" The more I thought of the matter, I felt used and stupid. "Are you jealous?" He flashed me a grin that made a dent on both sides of his face. Jared had the same dimples and the skin on both sides of his face sucked in whenever he smiled or laughed. The same effect it had on me whenever Jared smiled was the same effect it was having on me now seeing Jerome flash me a grin. That was ridiculous, I told myself. I could not be harboring feelings for two brothers.

PRISCILLA "You need to know when to stop, Phil. What are you doing?!" I yelled at my husband in exasperation.His face was taunt with anger and determination. "You had better shut your mouth, Priscilla."I wanted to flinch but held it in. I knew Phil had a temper and could throw tantrums like a baby if he was not getting his way.Sometimes he could get verbally and emotionally abusive towards me but I'd endured.Lately, it was getting worse and I had somehow knew it had to do with his anger over not being invited to that party. An event that had taken place weeks ago! How petty could he be? It was beginning to grate my nerves raw. I wasn't one for confrontations but he was making it difficult to live with him. I just had to address it. "Why don't you just focus on your business and let Peter Johnson be. He's family by marriage.""I don't care who he is, Priscilla. I need to have the upper hand. I just heard from a reliable source that Jared is being favored for that political positi

I stormed into company, my glass, custom-made heels clicking angrily against the polished floor. The aura I oozed off, despite the ridiculously big bouquet of roses I was carrying, was intimidating.And that was what I was aiming for but not to intimidate these innocent staff but their boss.Their stupid, arrogant, stubborn boss who was gradually turning my home into a garden of roses, daisies and chrysanthemums.He couldn't even get my favorite flower right. Tulip.Not to say these weren't beautiful but I didn't want anything from him."Good day, ma'am.""Hello, ma'am."Greetings followed me as I continued my angry march towards the elevator and up the building to his office floor. His secretary saw me and recognized me immediately. I was a famous face.Who would forget the face that had been on the news on and off for the past six years?The only difference was now I attracted respect and honor as the 'fiancee' of America's biggest and most influential CEO — Peter Johnson.Though

JARED"What did she come here to do, Jared?" She pushed herself away from me as I tried to help her get on her feet, her turquoise blue orbs staring heatedly at me. "It's nothing. Just let me help you up." I tried again but she would not let me. Unexpectedly, anger coursed through me. "Fine! Remain on the floor then!"I rose to my feet and went to occupy my own chair, my head spinning spirally in thoughts. They were conflicted at that moment.Why had I kissed her? What was the motive behind that kiss and the way she had kissed me back? Fear Lord, it felt like old times. Illicit affairs of six years ago sprung and flooded my mind, making me feel things I didn't want to feel. Things I should definitely not be feeling. I was a married man and she was a woman who hated me. I wanted to bash my head against a wall for that kiss. Then her eyes just before she'd left. The betrayal, pain. Guilt wrapped me l

PETER"Thank you for agreeing to see my nephew, Bronx." I shook hands with the President who had now become a close friend and had asked me to quit with the formalities and address him like a friend would.It had taken a while and some corrections from the president but I finally felt comfortable calling the number one citizen of the United States of America by his first name. "I appreciate you making time for me, Mister President." Jared also accepted an handshake from him, feeling very proud of himself in that moment.I saw the pride in his eyes and all I could say was he truly deserved some accolades. He was the youngest of the contestants for the Senate position. Also, he was smart and bold."I like your nephew, Pete. He's smart, young and well spoken. He's definitely the kind of man needed in politics." Bronx smiled wide at me, evidently pleased. Even without my help, the President would have still taken a liking to him."Thank you, Mister President." Jared was all smiles as hi