Thomas was in a black mood by the time he drove up the driveway of the house he had shared with Reyona for about eight years. A home where he had continued the pretence he started two years before when Susan and he had made a bet.Susan had come to meet him at his shitass job back then as a trainer, and they had pretended not to know each other so that the gym manager wouldn’t find a reason to complain. He was pretending to put her through her workout while she giggled and pretended to be totally clueless about it all.That was when she had walked in—the auburn-haired beauty alongside a younger-looking lady—both of them so mouthwateringly gorgeous that they caught the eye immediately.The men's heads turned to look at them, and the elderly one was oblivious to the stare she was garnering as she seemed reluctant to be there, while the younger one was cajoling her that it was the right thing to do. His gaze must have ingered a bit longer on the curvaceous beauty because the next moment S
Reyona had been antsy since she got back to the office. The CEO of Multilinks had been just as the tabloids had described him. Retro, urbane, and... very unusual.The man had been in shorts, a biker shirt, and sneakers. He had a stud in his ear for God’s sake. And a headset around his neck, to boot.Throughout their meeting, he sat astride his chair instead of in it, as any self-respecting CEO would do. If Reyona had not listened to him, she was sure that she might have dismissed him for a loafer who was merely holding the position because it had been in their family for ages.All it took her was to listen to the man for about two minutes, and she was certain that Andrew Jordan could be blamed for a lot of things, but a lack of intelligence could never be part of those things.He was astute and direct. He was clear about what he wanted, and she was sure that he wouldn’t do anything because he was pressured by the board or cajoled by anyone.He was a man with a clear sense of judgment,
“Of course, he had to choose a place like this!” Reyona thought in anger as she got out of her car and trudged through the fake sea sand to the retro Seashore Restaurant, acclaimed for catering to only seafood and their lovers.Well, Reyona was no lover of foods that wiggled like they were going to pop out of her throat and dance the samba. She was even less of a fan of the bastard that had made her come to such a place at that time of the night.Would it have been too much to ask that the idiot let them fix their meeting for the next day, during the day, away from everything seafood? Of course not!Reyona was certain that he had deliberately done this to pay her back and maybe also to see just how well she was willing to fight for the contract."Bastard,” she muttered under her breath as more sand entered her wedges. “What am I even doing?” she thought to herself in annoyance. “It was not as if the bastard was the CEO of the company. Even if he was a major shareholder, so what?”She k
Maxwell looked up at her with a grin on his face. He knew she was itching to lay it out on him, and she probably would have done that if not for the company they have at the moment. He couldn’t pinpoint the main reason why he always wanted to rile her up. He had no intention of overthinking when it came to this woman, who was about as off-limits as a leper with painful boils all over.“It must have something to do with the way her eyes fired up in the most glorious shade of amber that I had ever set my eyes on,” he thought fleetingly even as he rubbed his finger above his upper lip, his grin becoming fuller when she looked over at the patrons of the Seashore, who were at the moment not hiding the fact that they did not appreciate her raised voice.He almost laughed out loud at her ingrained good breeding when she realised that she was making a scene, and she sent a vague smile in the direction of those people before sitting hastily.“Woah, woah,” Maxwell said in exaggerated surrender a
“Are you saying that you don’t believe in your company’s ability and you have to ask me for favours?” Maxwell asked partly out of curiosity.The expression in her eyes said it all before she said, with a snap in her voice, “No, I am not saying that, Mr. Rohan. I am saying that I wouldn’t appreciate being sabotaged because of whatever vendetta you have against me.”It surprised Maxwell that the fact that she thought that of him hurt a little. He was known to be a man without emotions; some of the women he had ever tangled with would even go as far as to say that he was a cold man.What did he care if a married, snippy woman thought him to be a scoundrel? The irony was that he cared. And that not only annoyed him but also made him want to put her in her place. She, who couldn’t figure out what her husband was doing under her nose for years, thought she had the right to judge him. Well, she would have to think again.“Are you saying that you believed me so despicable that I would take awa
The seatbelt bit hard between Reyona’s breasts as she slammed hard on the brake when she belatedly saw Maxwell standing in the path of her reversing car. She was thrown back and then forward as the car screeched to a stop, and her heartbeat stopped for a moment before it accelerated again.“Wha…” she sputtered as she took an inventory of her body to be sure that she was fine before looking outside for certainty that she had not hit any of the cars that were closely parked to hers.“What was that bastard thinking?” she said in anger as she yanked on her seatbelt to remove it. The way the belt was getting tangled infuriated her more, and she swore fluidly as she yanked on it again.She had been annoyed when she got out that the truck and Camaro were parked so close to hers, and now that idiot was about to make her commit homicide too.She finally got rid of the belt and growled when she had to restrain the outward opening of her door to prevent it from scraping the truck’s paint.“Stupid
He refused to get down.Reyona blamed herself for the umpteenth time for putting herself in this situation. If she had not been overthinking about what he could do regarding the bid, she wouldn’t have called him. Not to talk about agreeing to meet up with him.“How then would I have ended up in this situation?” she blamed herself as she drove away from the restaurant’s parking lot. She had no choice but to do that since other cars were honking at her. The dog in the truck added his enthusiastic bark when she was honked at, and that became the last straw for her.“Did he not come there with his car?” she thought fleetingly but refused to ask him as he currently had his head rested against his seat, with his eyes closed as if she were his chauffeur taking him out on a trip.Bastard! She thought he could walk to wherever he was going for all she cared, even while she wondered if he was truly crazy enough to not come with a ride of his own.She kept driving as she stubbornly refused to ask
Reyona was beyond furious by the time she got home that night.Just as she left the park with the intention to put that bastard out of her mind, she realised that she would have to come to a fast decision about Thomas. She berated herself for deciding to take the revenge path. She should have simply divorced the bastard and focused on building her life back, she thought.“What were you thinking, Rey?” She asked herself in self-anger. "I looked at that bastard’s face every day while he went out there to fool around and lie about everything. Sleeping with the scum when you should have simply kicked him out on his fake ass and made sure he never comes near you again?”She blamed herself for still having a little bit of hope. She berated herself for that tiny, silly seed somewhere in her mind that hoped she would just wake up one day and realise that everything was just a nasty dream.“Silly,” she said to herself. She decided to end it all. She made up her mind to do what she should have d