Blakely suddenly appeared while holding Arthur in her right hand. She looked amused and confused at the same time as Nickson who just stood outside her restaurant like a statue. He hadn't moved an inch from where he was standing since she had left him to escort her guests into her restaurant. If Arthur hadn't asked where his Daddy was, she wouldn't have remembered that Nickson was still standing outside her restaurant with an annoyed face.
"I didn't get an invite. I don't think I should go inside."
"Tsk, don't be ridiculous. I'd like to invite you of course, but after what happened that night, I'm having my doubts. You probably don't want and don't like being here."
That's right. I'd rather drown myself in the office with all kinds of documents to read.
"I came on mom's orders, she couldn't attend because her community needed her presence for meetings with the church officials where she was a regular donor."
"It's ok, I know she's v
“Is that your reaction to welcoming me? You are evil for not inviting me here.” Blakely still couldn't believe this. Axel Howarts at the opening of her restaurant? For God's sake! There was nothing crazier than seeing Axel appear before her. The man was the super busy person she had ever known. Twice she had made an appointment with the man four years ago and three years ago, she had to change her schedule many times just because Axel had other more pressing work because he was under contract with several brands, so he couldn't just ignore them. So it was a miracle that Axel Howarts could show up at her restaurant in Atlanta. Thousands of miles away from New York. "I thought you were busy. Well, welcome to Atlanta." Blakely hugged Axel tightly and warmly. One of her best friends apart from Marry Christin. Axel has helped her a lot to create spectacular dishes during her time at Marry's Steakhouse. His sharp tongue and frequent harsh criticism earned her more sparks to make her co
“Rebecca's car will never be used. I'll give the car to her. She doesn't have to buy a new car and the money she gets from insurance she can use to develop her restaurant." “Eh… we haven't talked about that yet.” Blakely grabbed Nickson's arm and gave him a threatening look. She wanted him to stop and not make their situation worse. "We're leaving, Antonio. Thank you again for coming today." Blakely just gave Antonio a short wave, then she pushed Nickson's arm to rush out to the parking lot. She didn't try to look back or think about how Antonio was currently looking at her. That could be discussed later when she had removed Nickson from her restaurant. "You need help? I can hold Arthur." "You don't have to do anything. I carried his chair in the back. He'll be safe even when he's asleep." Those were the most emphatic and blatant rejections Blakely had ever heard. Nickson didn't have to bother with small talk when he was talking to her
She should be sleeping, just as she had told Nickson that she needed rest to ease her headache. But instead of sleeping, she stared intently at the ceiling of the guest room at Nickson's house, Rebecca's house. Blakely still couldn't believe that Nickson had allowed her to stay the night and wear the silk pajamas she'd found in the closet. The pajamas were soft and comfortable against her skin which had been exposed to the warm air outside all day. And most importantly the pajamas were also very covered, a pair of shirts and trousers, so she wouldn't feel awkward walking out of her room in those pajamas. Now Blakely felt like she couldn't sleep. Don't know what made her like this. Maybe because she was sleeping in a new place or because this was Nickson's house.Nickson!That annoyingly arrogant man allowed her to stay at his house? Hell! It's like a miracle. Blakely squeezed the bolster in exasperation. She sleeps on her back thinking abou
There wasn't much to do today. Most of the work was done yesterday with Harriet. Now he should have more time to relax and go home to spend time with his son. But the thought of going home now seemed strange to him. The night is still too young to go home. It's still seven o'clock. And he was sure he didn't want to be home when Arthur hadn't gone to bed. Nickson opened his phone, looking at the incoming message he had been ignoring since an hour ago. He skimmed the message, typed in a reply to the sender of the message, and then hurriedly left his room with the car keys he had just snatched from his desk. He thought it was time he came out of the shadow of his terrible marriage with Rebecca. He has to move on. He should . . . maybe have a little fun with some of his pals at the club. Fifteen minutes later Nickson was at a fairly elite club in Atlanta. This club belongs to one of his college friends. They are good friends. He decided to open a business and leave all t
Meanwhile, Blakely was getting more and more annoyed at the disgusting sight that lay in front of her. There was no good choice for her to make. Turning to the right, she will find Antonio's face very close to her while turning to the left she will find Nickson's very disgusting face. She deeply regrets her decision to accept Antonio's invitation to have fun at this club. She thought this would cheer her up, but this only made her mood worse and worse. "Blakely you should try scotch too." Suddenly Maxim shoved a glass of scotch at her, pale yellow with specks of bubbles on it. It took Blakely some time to understand Maxim's words and grabbed the glass from his hand. "You've been drinking brandy so cool, now you should try scotch too." "O-oh.." Staring at the pale yellow liquid, Blakely looked doubtful. "Is the scotch here so special?" "Of course." Antonio put his arm around her shoulder and clinked the tip of his glass against Blakely's. “You will never regret drinking it. The
"Wh-what?" Blakely's lips stuttered. She began to look wary as she watched Nickson lower his face over her. "What are you going to do, Nickson?" "What do you think?" whispered Nickson low in her ear. Nickson's warm breath made Blakely shiver. She now regretted having challenged the man with her words. “Please, get out of my body.” Blakely's voice choked. Panic made her stomach churn and made her nauseous. "Why? Are you scared, Blakely? This is what grown women and men usually do.” “Ddo-doing what? Get out of me, Nickson. Please." "Are you nervous, hmm? Have you ever kissed?" Blakely's eyes widened. Instantly she panicked and she immediately slipped her hand between herself and Nickson's body to hold his chest from moving down against her body. “Please, let me go, Nickson. please. Don’t touch me." “You said you were a grown woman. You shouldn't have to panic about what we're going to do." Nickson brought
The first thing Blakely did when she woke up was stare at the ceiling in the room she was in. It was clean and painted white. All the walls in this room are white. The room was not like her bedroom in her apartment which was painted in a soft cream color. She then blinked twice, trying to remember what happened to her last night so that she could end up in this place. She knew for a fact that she was at Nickson's house. Some of the memories in her head told her, but most of them were hazy. She remembered being in Nickson's comfortable but uncomfortable car. Her head was very dizzy last night, she was like a woman with the lightest weight in the world because of the dizziness she felt last night. Her body felt like she was floating. And it was terrible! Blakely tried to remember what happened last night. At first, she had fun with Arthur at her restaurant. Yesterday the restaurant was visited by quite a lot of customers. She and Arthur then get busy in the kitchen preparing s
A loud bang on the door made Blakely jump in surprise. She, who was busy biting her lips earlier, panicked and groaned in pain when her lips were accidentally bitten until they bled. Nickson's scream at the door made her rush to open the bedroom door while looking at the man with anticipation. "Go out." "I was just about to leave." Blakely gulped nervously. Facing an angry Nickson was a terrible disaster. “I borrowed these clothes from the wardrobe. My clothes are dirty. I'll give it back as soon as I wash it." "You can take it. No one will ever wear that shirt again. Let's get out." "I'll call a taxi." "No need to call a taxi." Nickson impatiently pulled Blakely's hand out of the guest room and slammed the door shut behind her. He then signaled through his eyes for her to follow him down. “Mom wants me to come to her house to pick up Arthur. They will go to the theme park. Mom insisted that I take you." "Me? Oh, I better not come. I don't want to intrude on your time. It's t