“I should get going. I'm too old to be around all this.” She groaned, straightening.
“Of course, I'll take you to your hotel.” Jules offered.“Silly,” “You don't have to worry about me because I'm with Rodriguez.” She said whilst nodding towards the buff man a few meters away from them.He wore a grey steel suit, and a pair of aviator sunglasses covered his square face.“Don't forget to be in court.” She mumbled before leaving.“Well, your mother likes me.” Maggie grinned as she whispered in her husband's ear.“She does,” Jeremy affirmed.Jules walked to where Janice was, then touched her shoulder. He retracted his hand as she flinched.“Do you need a ride home?” His hand itched to tuck the stray locks at the side of her face behind her ear.But, he knew if he did that, she would see him as too forward, and that was the last thing he wanted.“I'll manage,” Janice said, gazing around.Jules stroked his clean, shaved cheeks as he watched her walk away from him.He chuckled slightly as he watched her backside swaying in the pants she donned.This woman was making him feel what he didn't want to. And he sure as hell was going to get her again, as he couldn't stop thinking about the taste of her.“Flowers,” Checked. “Decorations.” Checked. Janice listed as she ticked the box in front of each category. Her eyes dimmed, and she let out a groan as she realized she had been working for a long time without eating. “I should go on a coffee break soon.” She mumbled, staring at the pile of unfinished work in front of her. Yet, she knew it wouldn't be possible soon. Because she needed to finish the paperwork in front of her, and she loathed procrastination, which was becoming a part of her now. A few seconds into the work, her shoulder drooped, and her hands trembled. The pen she gripped in her hand clattered on the brown mahogany desk and rolled down to the floor. “I should probably get something to eat now, else I would pass out.” Janice rubbed her temple as she felt a headache brewing. She nudged the remaining paperwork aside before pushing herself out of the brown leather chair she was in. She undid the button of the black skinny jeans she donned to allow freedom as she
Janice snatched her car key off the brown nightstand, and she gripped the handle of her luggage with the other hand. Sighing, she stared at the room she had been staying in for the past five years. It had been a haven for her. And where she had fled to after her first heartbreak. Maggie had got the place for her and Janice had fallen in love with it right away. Now, she was leaving, where she thought she'd stay for a few more years. Even though it was the last thing she wanted to do, she was aware it was necessary. She exited the door of her flat and brought the key towards the lock. “Going somewhere?” Startled, she swirled. The key in her hand clattered to the ground, and she clutched her chest whilst staring at the man in front of her. “What are you doing here?!” Janice gasped. Her gaze widened as she glimpsed the black Cadillac, Aston Martin, and several other cars surrounding her car. “Today is the appointment to the doctor's office,” Jules said. Janice noticed him ass
She paced the vast living room, which had only a large brown love sofa and a 32 inches flat screen that was at the corner of the wall. Glancing at where she was now, she noticed how frigid and void the room was. Without the dark painting, it still was cold. Everything around him depicted his stiff personality. She reckoned that was how he always had been and would be. Even the night they had met, if she wasn't too drunk, she'd have noticed the type of man he was- a controlling, arrogant b*st*rd. And she'd have stopped herself from going in with him. At least, it would save her from what she was experiencing currently. Getting married? She pondered as her mind drifted yet again to what he had said. Her lips curled up in distaste. She glared at him as he casually stepped into the room. “I'm not getting married to you because I'm carrying your child. That is the last thing I will ever do because it is the wrong purpose for marriage. And marriage should be for love!” Jules stared a
A sigh escaped her lips, and Janice's hand collided with a hard chest as she tossed in the enormous bed. She felt around, and she sensed it wasn't a pillow, rather she was gripping a warm body! Startled, she came awake. She gazed around with wide eyes as she tried to decipher where she was in. A window positioned at the corner of the vast room was opened and moonlight streamed inside, illuminating it. The curtain rustled as the wind blew it. Janice wondered when she had a large window in her flat because she could only recall how tiny it was to even accommodate one. Moreover, she recalled the lack of air that she often suffered because of having another massive building close by. But she still enjoyed her personal space, despite how cramped it was. Her eyes travelled to the vanity, which was exquisite even in the moonlight. Several skincare products adorned it, and she glanced at the clock as it chimed. It was just past two, and she was in bed with a stranger! Was she abducte
Janice awoke to the sound of a knock on her door. Slowly, she lifted her body from the bed and discarded the brown duvet that was draped around her body. She glanced at the clock on the brown-coated wall and realized she had slept for just two hours. Also, she noticed she was alone in the room, and she wondered where Jules had gone. Janice sighed as she remembered him mentioning he had some business to do. The knock sounded again, snapping her out of her thoughts. “I'll be with you shortly,” she said whilst yanking the robe that was hung on the chair next to her. Trudging to the door, she unlocked the door, and her head peeked out. Startled, her brows creased when she saw three women with wide grins on their faces, and each curtsied. They donned the same black fashionable button-down maxi gown and a French straw bonnet was on each head. Momentarily, Janice's eyes travelled to her right as the door leading to a room next to the one she was in opened, and a male servant stepped
“This feels so nice,” Janice muttered as she lay in the pedestal bathtub. She sighed as the heated water caressed her skin, and her eyes rolled into her head at the feelings it incited in her. The Lavender and chamomile essential oils the maid had added to the water were stimulating, and she enjoyed how they relaxed her tensed muscles. Janice had never thought she would experience this sort of luxury in her life. Though she wasn't used to this extravagance, she appreciates the flat she had rented and came to know as home. Her hand stretched out to snatch the stem of the wineglass, which was next to her in a tray that was placed on the small white coffee table. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip. It glided down her throat smoothly, and she marvelled at how excellent it tasted. She had searched through the wine collection of Jules, and the bourbon wine had caught her attention. It had always been one of her fantasies to drink bourbon whilst soaking in a bathtub wit
Jules opened his eyes slowly, and he saw it wasn't morning yet. But, he couldn't tell what the time was since the alarm clock was at the other side of the nightstand. Also, he was feeling too lazy to swivel his head to glance at the wall clock. Perhaps, it was midnight because the moonlight was at its peak already, and the brightness illuminated the room. A smile formed on his face as he glanced at the warm body cuddled next to him. She was bare and had slept soon after their lovemaking last night. Jules twirled a white strand of hair that was spread on the pillow in his finger, and he couldn't stop grinning at how her body moulded perfectly into his. He had never gone back to the same bed again with a woman because he was frequently with different people, and the first time he met Janice; he hadn't stopped thinking about her. Jules doubted if he would ever stop. He sucked in a deep breath as her hand clutched his member. She stroked it for a while, then squeezed. But not en
Even though her mind was far away, Janice answered all the questions the dowager queen had thrown at her, not evading any. “These are all the preceding royal families.” She continued as they moved to another section of the castle. Janice assessed each picture of the royals the Queen pointed to and noticed they all had uptightness about them. More so, she glimpsed the same grimace and forced a smile on each face, and wondered if it was the pattern they used in taking pictures. Janice had seen the same expression on the Queen's face in the picture that was in the drawing-room. “Next we move to etiquette.” She stated, swiping at the pages of the books with her as they walked back to the dining hall. It could house more than a hundred guests. A large rectangular table was in the centre and ten maids were busy arranging golden ceramic plates, cutleries, and paper towels on it. Janice had no problem with eating etiquette. She was familiar with all the rules, and she could recite each