Something was chirping rather too loud against my window and it was getting too annoying. The sun streaking through the window had not been enough to wake me up but the bird that wouldn’t stop chirping so loudly was making it difficult for me to remain asleep. I turned to my right so I was facing the window and threw the bird the hardest glare I could muster so early in the morning but the annoying twat just faced the other side too and continued its business like it wasn’t being so fucking loud. There was no way I was falling asleep again with the bird shouting and refusing to fly away and I was not about to let it stay there just because I was lazy. A loud yawn escaped my lips and I stretched my little body on the bed before standing up. The bird flew away as soon as I took my first step towards the window and I clenched my fist in annoyance to prevent screaming out of frustration. I picked up my phone to check the time and saw it was a quarter past eight which was way too ear
I was a little bit nervous after Samantha’s threat to tell Atticus what had happened. I have met a fair share of girls like Samantha and I knew she was capable of twisting what had happened into a completely different story. I had no idea of how important she was to Atticus to be confident about him not believing anything she said. She claimed they were supposed to be married. If that was true, that meant he probably loved her and trusted her to an extent. I also wondered why he would marry me for my company shares if he was already engaged to someone of Samantha's status if I should go by all her bragging. She seemed to also be the daughter of someone really important. I only threatened her to leave but I was not expecting her to really leave. I was surprised to see her hurrying off the property like there was a fire on her tail, it had been so hilarious. Leonardo kept thanking me and apologizing for putting me in such a spot and I was tired of telling him that whether I liked it
At first, during the shopping, I wasn’t too excited about the fundraiser but now that I was wearing my bold velvet gown, I was eager to get to the venue already and feel the stares on me. The velvet gown was very bold which was not what I was looking for but one look at it and I couldn’t let them take it back. The dark red velvet gown was stunning and had a rare glossy sheen to it that would be illuminated properly with the right lighting which I was certain the venue would have. The velvet gown was a long-sleeved gown with a plunging neckline that stopped just below my cleavage. It was easy to rock the gown with my small perky breasts so the neckline didn’t appear too much because of that. From the waist down the gown flowed to the gown in an A shape with prints and also had a long slit that went all the way to my lap. To top it up was my favourite part, the pockets that hid beneath the prints on the gown. The gown was already a bit too extra so I did a simple makeup so I didn’t
When the driver pulled up in front of what looked like a fancy restaurant, I pulled out my phone to call Danielle so I could let her know I had arrived. This was me also giving them time to get their act together and stop all the gossip that was happening about me. I’m not trying to be a narcissist or anything like that but this was a normal thing when people like this gathered. Danielle would obviously have told them that there was going to be a new member and it was no other than the most eligible bachelor who was no longer a bachelor’s wife. The media was still buzzing with the news that Atticus Hayland was married and I had made sure to keep off my social media. I was not in the mood to deal with any negativity and I was not willing to let some dreamers spoil my mood with their sorry excuse of what they thought were perfectly structured insults that would aim to attack my person. I made sure to post an earth-shattering photo of myself which I got from a friendly photographer be
For the past thirty minutes I have been pacing around my room and my head was a mess or rather my thoughts. Everything was jumbled up there and I was still berating myself for letting my mouth run like that during lunch with the society wives. Now I have made an enemy of people I probably should have just avoided in the first place. I knew I should have avoided that meeting from the start. Those kinds of scenes weren’t my forte but it would have been rude to just refuse Danielle like that. I hated that smug look on Samantha’s face. I hated how sure and confident she was that she was going to end up throwing me out of this house and I despised myself for the litter of doubts that lingered every etch of my very being. The insecurity I felt at the moment was very suffocating and nauseating. I never imagined that one day I would have to battle another woman for my husband, arranged or not. God, I remember the days when I used to brag to people that I would never fight for a man. I
It was really hard for me to make a decision and also come up with a plan for what I was going to do. I stayed up all night weighing my options and chances and trying to come up with the best possible and guess what I came up with? Nothing..blank…nada. I mean what would you do if you were in my position? My eyes had become too heavy and had water streaming down my face and I was unable to process any thoughts by the time it was four a.m. so I just decided to give in to sleep. By the time I woke up this morning without any answers, I just decided to go with my gut and my stupid gut told me I could do it and more. I didn’t have a plan so I was just going to go with the flow. The only plan I had was to reach out and stop being invisible. I don’t have anything other than that. No detailed specifications or anything like that. I was leaving my fate up to nature, well not entirely but most of it. I was awake way earlier than I normally would so I could have breakfast with Atticus bef
My home studio will be completed today and I couldn’t wait to see it. I wanted it to be a surprise so I had avoided looking at it or even supervised it. I only gave the interior decorator a hint of what I wanted and told her to go all out as her creativity would let her. Apparently, my husband had told her not to worry about the amount and to make sure she gets only the very best materials for me since she was not only going to be designing the room but was also going to be getting my painting materials too. I didn’t have any particular drawing items that I had an attachment to so I didn’t mind her getting supplies that she felt would fit the aesthetic of the room. I was excited now that it was finally done, much more than I did at the beginning of the whole thing. It was almost evening so the workers were wrapping up with whatever they had left. I sat as still as I could in the living room and Lily’s blabbing was not helping at all. She had been to the studio a million times and w
I was unable to sleep a wink last night. I mean who would be able to when their husband was fucking a girl who wouldn’t even try to keep her voice down as she screamed in pleasure. The pleasure that my husband was giving her in my home. As I lay awake in my bed all night, a thousand and one emotions filtered through my mind as I listened to them. I was pissed, jealous, angry, sad, frustrated all in one night and now I was more mentally drained than I was physically. My pride was the only thing that kept me from flinging my covers back and marching towards his room to drag that slut by her hair and throw her out of my house, stark naked in the middle of the night but the thought that I may also be humiliated by my husband in front of her held me back. I knew she was well aware that he was married since the news of our marriage was basically plastered all over the internet and yet there she was shamelessly yelling harder, faster, oh you're so big throughout the night. I am sure e