Everyone glared in displeasure, at Sly's reaction, telling from his gaze that they were directed at Monica. After all, Sly didn't know how much Monica has sacrificed for him since the accident. Mr Herbert Norman was about to speak but Monica stopped him and walked out meekly. She expected Sly to be angry when he first saw her and therefore, never took it to heart. Meanwhile, the fire of Veronica's guilt was unquenchable. Eyes focussed on her after Monica closed the door. The heated gazes made her uncomfortable, allowing an air of awkwardness. She decided to explain to Sly. "Sly, it wasn't her fa-"
Sly didn't allow her to finished speaking when he transferred the fire of his anger on her. He was pale, due to his time spent in a coma but his whole demeanour was cold. One could tell that it wasn't a result of the accident because he had been like that after Monica left. Still, secretly, they hoped he would lose some part of his memory and start afresh but everything replayed on
An arrow of regret hit Monica when she realized that Sly had tricked her into leaving the room. Her face turned red from embarrassment, that she almost cried."Please prepare me another room," her voice was tearful as she said to Christiana. Christiana was about to leave when Dickson's voice rang behind them. "No way!""Forget it, Dickson, he locked the door." Monica felt that Dickson didn't know what had happened. Dickson turned the knob and realized that indeed, it was locked. He didn't hesitate to help. "I will open it for you," he assured Monica. Never had she imagined Dickson to stand in to help her today, instead of mocking her. Whichever way, she appreciated his kindness and didn't object but she also wondered where Dickson would get the key."How are you going to do that?""Have you forgotten the time I arrived here? I will be back." Monica recalled how Dickson entered her room when Sly locked her up. Dickson went to his room and returned wi
"Then sign the divorce papers."Monica was in a daze. She never thought that Sly meant it when he sent the divorce papers to her the first time. Even though she still had them with her, she never expected him to ask again. She almost gave up but felt that perhaps, it was because Sly was still hurt. She felt something warm on her face before realizing they were tears she fought to hold. Sly wasn't moved by her tears. His eyes remained piercing when Monica's eyelids flung open."Why Sly?""Didn't you say that you would do anything? That is my condition. Sign the papers I sent to you," the iciness in his tone remained.Monica took a step back, found her voice and muttered, "NO.""What?" Sly frowned."I said No. I will never divorce you Sly, I will never leave you."Sly's expression darkened. "Let's get to the office. How much funds have you embezzled?""What? Are yo
Monica's face turned from pale pink to ghost white. The good news she happily carried stuck in her throat, her jaw clenched and her teeth gritted. She took a step back, her heart rate escalated. She had seen Sly with this girl in newspapers, social media pages and all but seeing it right in front of her staggered her hope. She imagined that after all the sacrifices made, the least Sly should have done was give her respect but that was out of the equation. Her initial motive was to excuse them but something in her would not allow it. She intended to play a good wife to Sly till he forgave her but now, her thought process was a mess. She wanted to step back but her leg took a step forward. Sly was expressionless. He showed no form of regret. Meg had a hideous smile curled. She knew that Sly hadn't defined their relationship and she wasn't his girlfriend but at least she got Monica furious and that was enough revenge on her part. Sly cleared his throat, stood from his e
"Monica, your words aren't making sense, what are you saying?" Gertrude was concerned about Monica. She feared that Monica's ways would be too extreme. "Just promise me that you will be willing to help when the time comes." Monica didn't want to be stopped. She had a plan and she needed help to see it hatched. This was her only way. However, all that Gertrude and James wanted was for Monica to be happy. "Good or bad, you can always count on me." "If it's to get Sly back to himself, then you can count me in too," James hated his best friend's new attitude and was ready to give it a try, even when he didn't know what laid ahead. Their commitment gave Monica a shoulder to lean on, as a fresh will of resolve run through her spine. She could only hope, that everything will work out as planned. "Good. I will let him off tonight but you have to do something for me tomorrow. He is going to take Meg out to the club in the night and I need you to help me wi
When Monica woke up, her head felt lighter and better. She felt more like herself. She was also more alert. The sun had already begun to set. She checked her phone and saw a trail of missed calls from Gertrude. Her mind instantly recalled that Sly was going to the club with Meg. Instantly, she jerked up from the bed and returned Gertrude's call. The latter answered immediately. She was already awaiting a call from Monica. "Sorry I was sleeping," Monica's gentle voice sounded at the end of the line. Gertrude narrowed her eyes, her one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding her phone to her ear. "You didn't go to work?" "No, I'm so tired. Besides, Meg will be in the office today. Trust me, it's not easy holding back when I see them together," Monica confessed to Gertrude. Gertrude was intoxicated with rage upon hearing Monica's confession. All along, Monica put on the attitude that she didn't care but knowing that it was eating her up, fueled
Sly was enthralled, his jaw dropped in shock. His lips rounded as if to say wow but he held back from uttering the word. Since it was the VIP, the men couldn't follow her in but Sly clearly understood that he had a mission to protect Monica. He couldn't in his wildest dream perceive Monica to go to such an extent. However, it didn't mean that he had forgiven her. "The same thing you are doing here," Monica responded, unfazed. She ambled to the sofa and sat down, her legs crossed. A sting of jealousy absorbed Meg like poison. She craved the effect Monica had on Sly. Monica didn't attempt to touch Sly or anything. Neither had she spared Meg a glance. It was as if she never existed. Sly's eyes darkened with lust but he controlled himself. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?" Monica shrugged, her voice calm, "well, I had enough rest during the day and decided that I should hang out a little." Of course, Sly didn't believe her, "you are lying Monica, you followed me
The next morning, Sly was the first to wake up. He didn't drink much last night so everything was still fresh on his mind. Monica was peacefully sleeping with her head on his chest. Sly's mind was soaked in confusion and regret. Nothing made sense to him. Somehow, he felt that Monica was on a mission. No matter how he tried, he couldn't believe the fact that Monica returned because she still loved him. Also, he feared for his heart. He couldn't discern the ability of his heart to handle any more heartbreak. Therefore, no matter how he tried to reconsider, he was still afraid of loving and trusting her again, only to return to meet an empty house. He has been able to pull through it and is comfortable living alone therefore, he wasn't ready to either trust her or make another commitment. He regretted having lost control last night. Even as her skin rested on him, he felt his cock harden from the contact. In order not to give in to his urge, he gently lif
Sly boiled in anger, his eyes moved from one corner to the other, as he accessed the once beautifully decorated room. The furniture was turned upside down, wallpapers torn, leaving a shambled appearance. He glanced at Monica, as she sat carefree on the chair with her legs crossed. His mind tried to analyze everything but strangely, his shock gradually dissipated, leaving a shred of a feeling of what Monica had become. He never expected a calm and calculated social phobia turning into what he would describe as cunning. He reckoned about the encounter in the club, then over here in the hotel and wondered if Monica monitored the CCTV installed in his office to get accurate information on his plans. He didn't suspect Veronica to be behind it because he hadn't thought that she would help Monica. Still, he couldn't bring himself to forget the pain he felt when he saw that video. He felt like a commodity traded in the market and given away on a platter of gold. The more he pond