Sapphire's POV"When did you say your wedding was again?" Gwen asked me, shifting her gaze from the TV to me.We just finished binge watching Euphoria. Now we were watching Titanic for the umpteenth time and stuffing our faces in junk food just like Jamila and I used to do a lot during highschool. The only difference was that it was late in the afternoon now and nightfall was still hours away. We had opted to hangout like this in my apartment while I waited for Eric. He had said he would call me and let me know when to get ready for his grandfather's birthday party tonight."In three days," I told Gwen, grabbing a handful of tortilla chips and dipping it into some guacamole.Jamila took a large bite of her huge hamburger, munching on the delicious goodness and turned to stare at me. "What?" She spoke in a mouthful, her words barely audible. "Three days? So soon?""Yup," I answered, nodding slowly without peeling my eyes from the TV screen. Titanic had always been my all-time favorite
Sapphire's POVI was seated in the living room for hours while Vivienne, the stylist, worked her magic on me. I used to think Jamila talked too much until I met her. The woman was a chatterbox. She never stopped talking all the while she did my hair and makeup. But I didn't complain and why? It was simply because she was such a cheerful and fun person to be around. And the fact that she'd worked with a lot of celebrities and socialites didn't stop her from being so friendly and humble.Most of her talks were interesting and funny, she made every moment of this enjoyable. Vivienne was a whole mood, in fact. Oh, and her French accent was off the chart, it was so pleasing to the ear. She said 'darling' with a playful trill, rolling the 'r' with a dash of flair. It was so thrilling to hear her speak because I couldn't remember the last time I spoke to a woman who was this fluent in French. I wondered how Eric had met her and I was tempted to ask her about it but I just let it be.Vivienne
Sapphire's POVI felt the warmth of Eric's breath on my hand and I quickly pulled it away, trying to maintain composure. I cleared my throat and wore a straight face. The last thing I wanted right now was for my knees to get all wobbly like spaghetti. And if he carried on with his usual shenanigans tonight as well, I just might lose it."Let's not get carried away, Eric. I'm just here for the party," I uttered in a quiet yet sharp tone and tried to keep a smiling face."Oh, but my darling, you are the party," Eric replied, his smirk widening and he gave me a once-over, his eyes roaming my body. "Look around, tigress. It's not just me. Everyone can't stop talking about how breathtaking you look."I bit down my lip to stop myself from smiling and replied, "Oh, please, Eric. Flattery won't get you anywhere.""But I beg to differ, my dear tigress," he chuckled, his voice low and resonant in my ear. "It seems it's gotten me right where I want to be.""And that is?""Right here with you," h
Sapphire's POVEric's mother glided toward us, her tall figure accentuated in a purple velvet gown that screamed wealth and poise. Her wavy black hair with a side parting flowed over her shoulders as she walked. Her beauty was undeniable, I could see where Eric got his looks from, but it was overshadowed by an air of arrogance that hung around her like an invisible cloak.Her eyes, sharp and piercing, surveyed me with distinct coldness as she approached us. There was this look of disdain etched on her face that made it very clear she was not happy to see her son with me. And I braced myself for whatever was to come. Because it was obvious that she was going to talk down to me. I just didn't know to what extent.I could feel Eric's muscles tense beside me when he locked our fingers together and glanced into my eyes as if to say, "I got you." But I sent him a small reassuring smile to let him know that he had nothing to worry about.It was evident that their relationship was not a good
Sapphire's POVAnger bubbled up inside me. How could this woman refer to her own son as a beast? Sure, Eric was a case of his own and he could be such a prick, no doubt, but he was far from being a beast whereas this woman glaring at me clearly didn't take her time looking into her mirror. She was like a three-headed venomous monster who poisoned everything she came across.I gave her yet another befitting reply, "Oh, don't worry about me. If your husband could put up with a monster like you for such a long time, then I'll manage with my beast just fine." I hooked my arm in Eric's and smiled sickly at her.Mrs Donovan fumed, "I will make you regret ever speaking to me this way.""I just don't get what your fucking problem is, honestly," Eric chipped in, "The only reason you asked me to get married is your greed. I don't see why my choice of wife should bother you, mother."Eric's mother heaved a deep breath and shook her head disapprovingly. "Very well, Eric. Do whatever you want. But
Sapphire's POVSophia? Who was Sophia? And why was she all over my fiancé like they were in some kind of intimate relationship? Why was he so comfortable with her? And why was she acting so possessive towards him?Was I missing something here? And she called him Erry Perry. That's new. What kind of silly nickname was that?I glared at her, feeling a mix of irritation, jealousy and anger. Eric's casual interaction with her didn't sit well with me. It was clear that these two had a history, and her familiarity with him bothered me more than I wanted to admit. While they exchanged their neverending pleasantries, all that ran through my mind was what connection the both of them could possibly have.She seemed like the typical ex-girlfriend – gorgeous, slender, with beautiful brown eyes, silky brown hair and a charming smile that could stop hearts. And most importantly, she seemed filthy rich. That was no surprise. Since she was here at this party and happened to be an old acquaintance of E
Sapphire's POVI snapped back to reality and lifted my head up to see a tall, dark-haired man standing in front of me, his hand extended towards me. I looked at him, taking in his handsome chiseled features which were Brad-Pitt-like. It seemed like almost all the men here were good-looking and should either be on the runway or in showbiz.The stranger was about 6 feet tall, with a strong jawline and bright blue green eyes that appeared as though they sparkled under the gleaming lights of the place. His dark hair was styled in a messy yet charming way, and his suit fit him perfectly, clinging to his somewhat muscular frame. His eyes were more than capable of looking right through anyone they found and his faint smile was mesmerizing.It took me a moment to register what he had said and I was momentarily taken aback, unsure of how to react. The man kept peering straight into my eyes, his smile having faded into a small smirk playing on his lips."Um, I...I'm sorry, what did you say?" I
Sapphire's POVI spun around to see my 'beloved' fiancé standing there, his eyes blazing with anger and something that I just couldn't really make out. His sudden intrusion caught me off guard. He stepped towards me and Adrian, his eyes never leaving mine. This felt like the time he had walked in on me and Austin at the store. Eric sure had a thing for making a dramatic entrance. It was like he practically lived for drama. He was always so dramatic! And annoying! And irritating!And so damn hot! – my subconscious added.It took every ounce of me not to roll my eyes at myself at this moment. And if I could talk to myself aloud right now, I would have said, "Shut the fuck up! This is a serious situation. I'm supposed to be mad at him, not admiring how hot he is.... Even though he is freaking gorgeous."But my subconscious was even more stubborn than I was. It continued...Seriously, it was like Eric descended from the heavens on a cloud of charisma and mischief. If being drop-dead gorgeo