Author’s pov When Dave appeared in my office, I felt torn between dismissing him and granting him the few minutes he had requested. Did he truly deserve such a favor? Nevertheless, my curiosity got the better of me—I wanted to know what he had to say. Just a few minutes? It wouldn't make much of a difference. It wasn't like the past when he attempted to blackmail me for refusing to go out for a drink with him. "You said a few minutes?" I asked him, contemplating my options during the brief seconds he stood there waiting for my response. "Yes, just a few minutes, ma'am," he added the "ma'am" unintentionally. It was evident that he was on the verge of breaking down, but I remained unaffected. "Go ahead," I said, diverting my eyes from the computer screen, intending to occupy those few minutes by browsing through one of my social media accounts. "Amber, it's unfortunate that we both ended up like this..."Suddenly, I burst into laughter upon seeing a post online. He paused, ass
Anita's pov I couldn't help but laugh every time I remembered what James was saying to himself in his car. Loving someone can be enchanting. I've never felt such a strong connection with the opposite sex before. No man has ever given me those butterfly feelings in my stomach. It means that all this time, when he came to my office to deliver a message for his boss, he was bottling up his emotions. What was holding him back from telling me all this time? But now is the perfect moment, just when my parents want me to find a partner. This isn't about fulfilling my parents' wishes; it's about my own feelings at this very moment. I believe I'm already in love with James. If I weren't in love with him, why would I keep going back to his online profile to look at his pictures? It turned out he wasn't someone who posted a lot of pictures, but the few that were there captivated me. Has he cast a spell on me? Why am I delaying everything I do because I'm thinking of him? In fact, I'm wishing f
Anita's pov Just looking into my eyes was enough for me to say yes to him. His touch amplified every part of my being. When he spoke these words, I felt a surge of arousal. "Anita, I've reached a point where I can no longer keep my feelings for you to myself. Since the moment I saw you in your office, I saw a reflection of myself in you. The more I saw you, the more I realized the intoxicating power of love. I couldn't think of anything without your thoughts interrupting me. Anita, I've already fallen in love with you even before expressing it..." As he spoke, I focused on his mouth. My fingers and toes began to tingle, and my whole body responded emotionally. Perhaps he would kiss me right there in the coffee shop, and I would gladly reciprocate. "I love you, Anita," he said, kissing the back of my hand. It was a wonderful sensation, and as a woman, I couldn't help but feel a bit insecure. I questioned him as if I were interviewing a job applicant in my office, and I suddenl
Amber's pov I was under the running shower when my phone rang. The sound of the running water prevented me from the sound of the phone. When I later came out, nothing first drew my attention to my phone. I was sitting on my made up chair and I was facing the mirror placed against the wall. Adrian was with James watching a live soccer match and I do observe that Adrian was a favorite of football and he loves watching it with others. I guess the game was more enjoyable when it was being watched with others. I was midway to finish my light make-up because it was already evening, that was when the ringing of my phone on the bed drew my attention. I stood up and it was my grandmother who was calling me. “Hi Grandma,” I took the phone to where I was sitting and combing my hair. The entire love of my parents and because they were no longer alive, I had poured all of them on my grandmother. “So, how was your day?” “It was so cool.” “What happened that I called you twice and you did
Author's pov “I have crucially found out who her boyfriend is, a common assistant. This assistant is not his administrative assistant at his office. As for me, James is one of Adrian's bodyguards.” Said Anita's dad as he was furious as he was speaking. Her mom was sitting down there and she wasn't talking. It's been over ten minutes that only her dad was complaining. “What are we going to do? Anita is our heir. Should we allow that low class human that calls himself our daughter's boyfriend to get married to her?” “Don't even think about that. Even dating Anita irritates me and talks less of getting married to her.” “Despite I told her not to leave the house, she left to see James. Look at the time. It's almost 7pm. The status of James is not good for our reputation,” her mom said. “She is your daughter and you know how to talk to her. You better call her phone,” her dad said. Her mom took her phone and dialed Anita's number. It rang and rang, but she didn't pick up her ca
Author’s pov Adrian and Amber were still on the bed wrapped with their blanket as his phone started ringing. He stretched his hand to take his phone. When he saw that it was his mother that was calling, he adjusted himself and put his two feet on the floor. His mom has not called him as early as this before. “Mom, goodmorning, how was your night?” “I am at home.” She said with a lingering laughter in her voice. “Which home? Wait, wait, please, not what I am thinking.” Adrian lovely raised his voice. “I guess it’s what you are thinking.” “Why? I told you that when you are coming, call me and I will join dad and welcome you at the airport. Why did you do this to me?” “I am angry. I’m really angry. You have scattered my plans.” “What plans? I too have plans for you. Can you come over here?” She said hilariously. “No.” He replied coldly. “I’m sorry, I bet you, you will be astounded by what I will tell you and what you will see.” “Mum, there is no joy more than welc
Amber’s pov My heart starts racing once again. When something is done at a specific time and in a certain pattern, the human body becomes accustomed to it. Each time I dress up before leaving the house in the morning quickens my heartbeat. When will this end? The truth is, my husband is unhappy. From the bedroom where I'm getting ready, I can hear the running water in the kitchen sink and the clatter of dishes as my husband angrily washes them. In my upbringing, it was my father who woke up every day, dressed quickly, and rushed out of the house for work, leaving my mother behind. He was the one I knew as the primary provider for our family. However, since my husband's company was taken over by one of the wealthiest men in the country due to a significant debt, my husband stays at home and takes care of all the household chores. Despite my efforts, he refuses to join me in my small pharmaceutical company, which I inherited from my parents, or seek employment elsewhere. Every time
Amber’s pov Today marked thirty days since that encounter with the mysterious man in the hotel room. I had never met someone so empathetic before. When I confessed that what I was about to do was against my will, he responded with unwavering authority. "Who has forced you into this?" he asked.His question made me question his sincerity, but then it dawned on me that he must be one of Morgan's sons, acting on his behalf in this arrangement and he doesn’t know much about it. "If you hadn't pressured the person, I wouldn't be here," I replied. “Give me your phone number and go inside and get dressed, no woman should be subjected to such circumstances,” he replied. In response, I quickly provided him with a false number. Besides, what purpose would there be in keeping contact with him after today? As I emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, I discovered that he had already left. Whenever I reflect on my encounter with that man, I find myself chuckling. I never anticipated