The bright light of the morning sun woke up Diana. She opened and closed her eyes before fully waking up.
The first thing she noticed was that she was alone in Marcus's bed, he had left her and because she slept like a rock, she couldn't tell when exactly he had left her.
Damn it! What was his problem?
"Good morning Mrs Navarro."
Diana was startled by the middle aged woman in her bedroom, well Marcus's bedroom. How distracted was she by Marcus's absence that she hadn't noticed this woman?
"Bloody hell! You scared me!" Diana shouted but mostly because she was irritated with Marcus and not this woman.
"I'm sorry Mrs Navarro," the woman apologized, making Diana feel bad for her outburst. "I didn't mean to wake you, or scare you."
Diana sighed. "It's okay. Who are you anyway and what are you doi
Marcus was fuming, for so many reasons and one of them was the face that Diana has defied him, again! He was already having a tough enough morning with what happened last night, and his mood only got worse when his housekeeper informed him that 'the lady of the house', Diana, had forbade her from removing his clothes from his bedroom. What was that girl's problem, apart from the fact that she seems to get off on testing him patience and his self control? He marched to his bedroom, ready to lay down the law and show just who exactly was in charge. But before he could even enter his room, he had loud music coming from the inside. What the hell, did she think that this was some kind of a nightclub? He barged into his bedroom and for a second he couldn't recognize it. What had she done? There were clothes everywhere, on the floor, on his bed. Everything was just so
There was nothing in the world better than an unlimited credit card . Well maybe flaunting that credit card in the same store where the bitch of a sales assistant was rude to you last month when she thought you were a nobody is also a great but it's a close second compared to the joys of shopping your heart out with no worries of being cut of or reprimanded by your father. And that's exactly how Diana felt as she tried on clothes in the third store she had visited that day. "So how do I look?" Diana asked the saleswoman who looked anything but excited to be doing her job. "Dashing," the other woman said. "You look stunning." Diana didn't miss the hint of sarcasm in the woman's voice. "Really, isn't it too short?" Diana asked as she twirled around in the poker dot black and white dress. "Plus it has too many dots and I have always had this phobia of spots...." "Oh my God!" The s
It turns out Sebastian was actually pretty good at his job, Diana had to give him that. With so little effort, he had managed to get Diana to indirectly confirm that she didn't know much about Marcus's past which begs the question, if they were so in love how come they didn't know much about each other?"You don't know Eva?" Sebastian asked her.Diana looked away from him. "Well, ummm...." She didn't know what to say, she didn't want to give away any clues about what was really going on in her marriage. "Marcus and I don't really talk about past relationships." She looked back at him,Sebastian eyed her with skepticism. "Hmmm, that makes a lot of sense." Of course he didn't buy that but Diana knew he was too smart to outright ask what he really wanted to know.Well, two could play that game. "But you can tell me about Eva. I really want to know." And she did,
"I forbid you to see Sebastian ever again!" Marcus barked as they entered their mansion. Diana starred at him like he had lost his mind. He had been silent the whole trip back to their house and now he dared to shout at her, who did he think he was? "Excuse me?" "You heard me! You will not see him again!" He repeated, louder this time. "That's what I thought you said but guess what, I will be seeing him again whether you like it or not." She huffed and started to walk away but he grabbed her arm to stop her. "What did you just say to me?" Marcus asked her, his grip on her tightening. "You heard me!" Diana shouted back. "I'm not going to stop seeing my friend just because you can't handle it." "Friend?" Marcus scoffed. "He's not your friend. He's just getting close to antagonize me." &nbs
Marcus ignored his housekeeper's judgemental glare as she excused herself from his office. He had declined dinner, choosing whiskey in favor of whatever Charlene had made. Of course the older woman didn't approve of Marcus's drinking, and with good reason too, but she didn't say anything about it.And it was a good choice on her part because with the mood Marcus was in right now, he would have probably fired her if she had dared spoken out of turn.As he downed the rest of his drink, he thought about how much his life would be easier if Angelique hadn't backed out of marrying him last minute. She was a professional and she fancied herself in love with him so she wouldn't cause any problems for him and she certainly wouldn't defy the way that little brat Diana did.He still couldn't believe she had slapped him but what pissed him off the most was the growing friendship between her and Sebastian. He didn't like it on
"I don't think I can do this anymore." Angelique Mackena told her fiancee as she removed her diamond ring and placed it on his mable table.Marcus didn't look all that surprised by the news. "You are breaking off the engagement." He guessed.The model looked distraught. "I wanted this to work, I really did but the media won't stop hounding me and it's driving me crazy."Marcus stood up from his desk and turned around so he could comfort his now former partner. "It's okay love." He said as he pulled her into his arms. "I understand." And he truly did, his lifestyle wasn't for everyone."I will always love you Marcus." Angelique cried into his neck."Shhhh, I know love." Marcus kissed her forehead."I should go." The brunette beauty now wiped away her tears."You should keep this." Marcus placed the diamond ring in her hands. "Please," he said when she started to protest. "I insist.
Diana St Germaine was too caught up in her many shopping bags to notice her father or the guests in their London apartment.Only when she turned around to drop the bags on the floor did she notice that she wasn't in the apartment."Oh hi father!" She greeted her father once she got over the natural shock of seeing him at this time of the day. Philip St Germaine was a workaholic and he was barely home."Diana," Philip St Germaine acknowledged his daughter. "There's something I need...." His overly cheerful daughter interrupted him before he could finish."Hold that thought." Diana walked back to the door. "You can come in." She said to someone who turned out to be the doorman. "Put them on the floor and be careful." She instructed the doorman."Good God Diana, we talked about this!" Philip chastised his daughter."I know I know but I just couldn't help myself." Diana sounded anything but sorry for almost buying the who
Now that Marcus was faced with his nuclear option, he started to realize just how much he had taken Angelique for granted.The blonde nightmare before him had been pacing around the apartment like a crazy person for a while now. Surprisingly she hadn't taken the news of their upcoming nuptials well.As soon as Marcus had been introduced to the bombshell that is Diana St Germaine, he had immediately assessed her and realized she was nothing but a spoiled materialistic brat who enjoyed squandering her father's fortune.And since Marcus had so much more money than Philip St Germaine, he had assumed Diana would jump at the opportunity to marry him.But no, she looked anything but thrilled by the idea of getting married to him. What was her game?"Diana?" Philip said after a while. "Will you say something?" He asked his daughter who was unusually quiet.