KIAN'S POVAndre Sanders is the biggest bastard on earth. And he should be the last person that I pick up my phone to call after how we parted ways in business school all those years ago. I swore to never have a reason to get involved with that insufferable bastard but I am left with no choice if L
I knew before I called him that he wouldn’t give in easily, not after the way we parted ways eight years ago. This may sound crazy but I met Andre long before I met Mike who ended up being my best friend all through business school.But I hate having to remember how we drew apart because Andre could
KIAN’S POVI could have just waited till I got home to tell Leslie about the call with Andre but somehow, I couldn’t. In fact, I drove into the company’s parking lot before I started having second thoughts about coming there. So I spend a few minutes in the car, processing my thoughts and thinking
“I know, I know. But you’re wrong, I didn’t come here just because. There’s something urgent I need to talk to you about.”She crosses her arms, face still unsmiling, “Well, spill.”“I kind of went through your emails last night.” I confess and the frown on her face deepens. “What?” “It wasn’t int
“Thank you.” She says before slipping out of the office, leaving me standing there like a fool. TRAVIS’ POVLeslie’s name flashes on my screen and I pick it up immediately, beaming as I walk out of my office. I was on my way to her anyway, excited to share with her what I had just found. “I was ju
LESLIE’S POVI feel relaxed for the first time in four days. Not because I have gotten enough sleep but because things are finally looking up for me. Today is the day I take the trip with Kian to meet Andre Sanders. I still can’t believe that I am actually meeting him in person and not just a repre
“It’s quite flattering that you think so but no. One of them is mine. I only share the place with a couple of others, my uncle inclusive.” Of course, Travis also owns a private plane. A pilot and two other men dressed in uniform are waiting by one of the planes. The uniformed men take our bags an
BEVERLY’S POVI sit in the hospital waiting area, amidst several other pregnant women who have come for their regular checkups. We’re all the same, protruding tummies and bloated faces but what sets them apart is the fact that all of them aren’t alone. Their partners are close, fussing over them an