Roselyn saw the petite woman in jeans that made her ass come out and oh wow, did she look sexy. Alexander had never brought a lady home apart from the ladies that occasionally visited and to her, they seemed like 'escort ladies'. But right in front of her was a beautiful, petite lady smiling and looking at her like she wasn't supposed to be there. She also looked like this wasn't her first time being there as she was being forward. Before she could say anything, Alexander looked back and remembered someone was with him so he came back. "Roselyn, this is Sandra, and Sandra, this is Roselyn," he said gesturing to Sandra first, then Roselyn with his hand. "Are you not going to properly introduce to her who I am?" Sandra said touching Alexander's arm playfully. Alexander looked at Sandra again and shook his head. "You feel the need for me to tell her you're my ex-girlfriend?" Alexander gestured to Roselyn, looked at Sandra again, and went inside in what seemed like not a v
When Binta arrived, he asked for Sandra and Roselyn's glass cups and poured some wine into them. Upon their first sips, Alexander looked at their reactions. In all honesty, he was more concerned about Roselyn's reaction anyways and couldn't wait to get rid of Sandra. He saw Roselyn's eyes widen as she took them, he kept looking at her until he was drawn back by something else."When will you be done with what you came for Sandra? "Alexander asked turning to face Sandra"I thought you said I could stay for as long as I wanted or are you changing your mind now because of her? This girl who does not mean shit?" Sandra said already gassed up and furious. She stood up from the dining and was about to storm off before she heard Alexander talk. His voice was quite stern."You'll not leave this table and you'll not speak of her at all! " Alexander said slamming his hand on the table after pointing to RoselynRoselyn did not expect to see him angered, she could swear she had never seen him tha
Sipping the wine she served herself, Roselyn swung her leg on the stool. She checked social media on her phone to get the latest gists she probably missed due to work. She had found a site online that could help her locate her parents, but that probably involved hiring a Private Investigator which, to be honest, she could not afford at this moment. So she planned, she was going to bide her time, try to avoid Alexander, make enough money that could get her an apartment, and keep her going for a while before she moved out. She could have sworn she imagined him saying 'hello Roselyn', she didn't turn back, she just felt she was being paranoid until she heard it again and the light had been changed. She turned back and saw Alexander walking towards her. What! What was he doing here at the time? What were the odds that he came to have a drink at the same time she was at the bar? Or did he check where she was using the CCTV cameras? She has to stop being in her head and reply to him."Hell
Alexander had helped her again. That she wouldn't be going to work on that day was a huge blessing to her, a heavy load lifted from her chest. She couldn't imagine going to work at that time, she had slept in, switched off her alarm herself, and gone back to sleep. How could she have slept that long? Funny enough, she was still feeling sleepy. She planned on sleeping back, but as soon as she heard the maids leave her door, she changed back into more comfortable pajamas and laid on the bed, before she knew it, she found herself dreaming.She dreamt about some of her lost memories. She remembered she had become conscious after the thugs left her alone when they heard the siren, she heard the sirens draw closer and tried to stand up but couldn't seem to find her feet. She struggled to shout so the police could find her, all to no avail. She tried to remember what had happened to her but she couldn't. The spaces were blank but she knew there were spaces in her memory. Then, she started to
She woke up in the dark. Her wrists and ankles were still sore. She felt like she was on the floor, everything was cold, very cold, and smelt horrible. She didn't know where she was but she was certain it wasn't on her soft bed at home and she knew she was in transit. Roselyn tried to recount what had happened before then even as her head was banging. The events of the time before came as a blur but in bits, she remembered the day she had a memory of, had started like a normal day of her life. She wasn't sure if the day, however, was the day before or the week before, but she knew it was the last normal morning she had spent with her family. She had had breakfast with her family, pancakes with syrup, and a beverage drink. She had listened to some podcasts of one of her other friends, Naya. The podcast was about life after which she had gone shopping with her friend, her best friend, Annalise. Upon their arrival at the store, she had seen a beautiful red dress she was totally in lov
The man she saw at the end of the table looked like a character from a novel. His face looked as if it was crafted by God himself giving him the beauty of more than a hundred people. He had strong jaws and long smooth silky hair that dropped down his neck touching his shoulders. He looked tall, even seated, and was dressed in an expensive 3-piece black suit. As he spoke, he spoke brightly and boldly, there was an accent in his words she couldn't quite place but she was too stunned by his beauty to even speak."Hello there, I'm Alexander, what is your name and what were you doing half dead by the shore where I rescued you from ?"She was silent.He asked again in his deep baritone voice "What is your name?" This time, she decided to reply and said, "I am Roselyn, why have you kidnapped me? Why are we on a yacht? Where are you taking me to? "Alexander beckoned on her to have a seat and dismissed the two ladies that were in the room. "Who exactly are you to accuse me of kidnapping you
He had invited her for dinner again! What was this man called Alexander after?! If only she could remember where something had happened, which city she was, which city she had been. She remembered vividly that she was going to use that metal scrap on the floor to escape, however successful or unsuccessful it was, she did not remember.She brought her mind back to the present, sure that one at a time, her memory would return, and the gaps would be filled up. She knocked on her door and Gato replied "Why does he want me to have dinner with him again?" Roselyn inquired."Well, I don't know, but you will find out when you get there" Gato replied without interest as he looked at her from head to toe. She looked tired with dark circles under her eyes, her paleness wasn't as noticeable when she was on makeup but she looked pale now. Scars all over her tiny body that he hadn't seen when he took her from the room she woke in. "Well, you can tell him I'm not interested in dining with him" Ros
"What do you mean what am I doing here? This is my home." Alexander said in disdain."Oh, yes, you're generally not usually home by this time, and you caught me unaware is why I asked," Roselyn replied.With this, Roselyn turned to leave, back to her room to go do nothing as usual. "What are your qualifications anyways?" Alex inquired."I have a bachelor's degree in Accounting," Roselyn replied.He had asked his overall supervisors of each branch of plazas and had been told one of the plazas needed an accountant. He knew from the file he had told Gato to get him on get that she studied accounting in school, and graduated with distinctions."All right then, I'll see what I can do," Alexander replied.At dinner, Roselyn, curious asked Alexander what exactly he does. In a prideful tone, he replied 'I am a successful businessman, I have many businesses.' She wanted to push further but stopped herself and ate her dinner in silence. After breakfast the next morning, she remembered she had