Miranda’s P.O.V“So where is it that you’re taking me?” Davien asked, buckling up his seat belt.I started the engine and then backed out of the driveway. “When you drove me here, you told me not to ask you where we were going. So, not it is your turn to sit quietly and stew in suspense,” I answered cleverly with a smirk, and he rolled his eyes.A forty-five minute drive later and we were parked in front of one of my favourite places in the whole world. Davien leaned over in his seat to get a better view of the bold letters decorating the façade of the building before he graced me with a flat look. “A bowling alley?” he asked me, unimpressed.I smiled. “Yep,” I replied, popping the p. “I hope that you can play because I just might kick your ass today, Huxley,” I added coolly before jumping out of the SUV. After locking the car, we strode into the alley, where there were many people in different coloured shirts and the smell of bowling wax. It had been a while since I’d been here, and
Miranda’s P.O.VMoving from my right side to my left, I stretched my limbs slightly, but I could feel emptiness on the bed. Taking a peek with one eye, I noticed that I was now the only occupant of the king-sized bed and judging by the coldness of the cotton sheets, the other occupant had left the bed a long time ago. Rising on my forearms, I released a huge yawn and turned around to sit against the headboard. The sun had long risen and the memories of last night and early this morning came flooding back.It was undoubtedly the best night/morning of my life, even though I was severely exhausted afterwards. Davien had skills, I’d give him that and he certainly didn’t hold back. At the foot of the door, I could see my negligee sprawled on the floor, now in tatters. Just like he had said, he had literally ripped it off my body before devouring me like a hungry lion. I clenched my legs together at the thought and sighed. The feel of his body on mine was still lingering, and I already felt
Third Person’s P.O.VMichael had already woken up in a foul mood after having been told by his mother that she had found Miranda and Davien making out publicly at some bowling alley. Of course it was bound to happen that the two would end up together, their chemistry was off the charts and it was especially evident at that blasted photoshoot at Gewel Co the previous week. The worst part about it all was that he couldn’t a damn about it, i.e. punch the living shit out of Davien because that was his boss!The odds just had to be against him, and now he had to suffer in silence as he watched the one woman who he’d ever loved unknowingly end up in the arms of another man. It was sickening and driving him to the brink of insanity. He knew he had to do something about it, to at least try to pull them about but there really wasn’t much that he could do to win Miranda back. He’d treated her like trash and abused her in more ways than one, all because he had been blinded by the rotten words he
Miranda’s P.O.VThe week went by so fast that I had no idea where the days had gone, and today was Friday. What had begun as a fairly interesting week by now had become routine and mundane. After that magical night I spent with Davien, he became so busy with work that we barely got to talk. He’d be in meeting after meeting, both physical and via zoom. And I was just there acting as his trusted assistant, making sure that his life wasn’t as hard. But that didn’t mean we didn’t have our fair share of stolen kisses, embraces and other things.Today had begun like any other workday, and I was in my office before eight o’clock. Davien was also in his office, preparing for the big expansion in France and was already working on one in Italy and Brazil as well. I left my office for a short while to make his coffee, although he had already had one at home but now that he needed to be more vigilant, he’d have me preparing at least three per day. I’d warned him about overdosing on the caffeine,
Third person’s P.O.VDavien had never felt this conflicted in his life, and it was no because he was right in the middle of talks concerning a huge deal. It was because the woman who had been on his mind 24/7 was somewhere out there in a club, probably being shamelessly ogled by perverts of all kinds and he wasn’t there to stop it. What bothered him the most was that he knew he technically had no say over what she did because they weren’t even together.And that was when he realised how much of a fool he had been. They were in love, so what was stopping him from making it official that he wanted to be with her indefinitely? She must have thought he’d used her for intimacy, and that he didn’t even want to be with her. Setting aside his work, he picked up his cellular device and dialled Donovan’s number. “What’s up, d-bag?” he greeted cheerfully.“Don, I think I might have screwed up,” he admitted in shame, running a hand through his already unruly raven hair. Donovan paused for a few
Third Person’s P.O.VIt was approximately nine thirty in the evening on Friday when Michael arrived at the venue he’d said he’d be meeting Camille at for their grand escape. Of course, it was all a guise so that he could lure her out and execute the plan he’d promptly prearranged with the help of his mother. When he’d informed her about what was happening, and how much of a threat Camille had become, Roxanne was quick to jump to action and helped him with the details on how they’d get rid of her… permanently.The Glock he’d purchased yesterday during his lunch break was safely stashed in the dashboard, but soon he’d bring it out and then he’d do exactly what he’d been wanting to do for the past couple of days. Camille had tested his limits and because of her, he was on the brink of ruin, unless he chose to play along to her tune. That was something Michael was not willing to do, much less for some bimbo he’d been using.His Mercedes was parked right in the outskirts of Huntsville, whe
Miranda’s P.O.VI moaned softly as I stretched my somewhat aching limbs before slowly opening my eyes to the blinding light. I sat up, covering my bare chest with the bed sheet, and looked around the room, searching for its owner but he was nowhere in sight. Last night turned out to be more energetic than the last time we’d been together and when he finally let me sleep, I was dead to the world. But unlike last time, today was Saturday which meant he didn’t have to go to work, so where was he?The door opened and in strolled the man in question, half naked with only pyjama pants and a food tray in his hands. His infectious smile was almost dazzling, and he set down the tray on the beside table before sitting on the bed and leaning for a kiss. “Good morning, love,” he said against my lips.I held the back of his head and caressed the hair towards the nape. “It is a good morning, that is, if it’s still morning. Almost didn’t let me sleep,” I scolded him playfully and he chuckled, taking
Third Person’s P.O.V“Can’t we just go in together?” Davien asked in a pleading tone and took Miranda’s hands in his in an attempt to convince. She shook her head.“We may be together but you’re still my boss and I don’t want to let any outside energy ruin that. People already say stuff about us, and this will only confirm it,” she responded, going over to the coffee machine in the kitchen and preparing some for them both.Davien sighed. “If you’re this adamant at this stage, what more when you become my spouse?” he said, deflated at the situation. If it were up to him, he would have gone in the streets parading about the fact that he was finally with the women whom he’d desired for so long and fallen deeply, and hopelessly in love with. She set the cup of freshly brewed espresso with cream in front of him and kissed his cheek. “Patience, my love. We only started dating and you’re already talking about marriage?” she laughed, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her clo