Paige stood in front of the mirror. She was still in her temp. room. Putting on a lovely ash colored dress Simon got for her. She twirled round, stunned at the perfection and beauty of the dress. The back of the dress was low cut and stopped close to her waistline with a tiny knotted rope at her mid back. She smiled satisfactorily and reached out to the shopping bag the dress came in, emptying all its content, including a four inches silver glitters heel, a perfume and a plain transparent box containing a bracelet fell off. She opened it up and brought the jewelry close. She didn't need a seer to tell her what precious stone the piece was made of. "Simon." She whispered in awe. A knock came on the door and Mrs Newman walked in. She helped take Paige's tote bag which had her few belongings to the car while Paige dressed up. "Oh, Mrs. Newman." She called. "How do I look?" She asked her. "You look adorable. There are no words to actually describe how breath-taking you look. Perfect,
Simon had told her once that if she were his woman, she would never need another man and she knew that he was saying nothing but the whole damn truth. If she were to allow herself to fall in love with him, no other man would stand a chance against him. Simon was everything in one. He is caring, understanding, selfless, kind, smart, sexually appealing and much more. She tried comparing him to Stefan and suddenly developed a sharp headache. The comparison was not something she could do with ease, because the two men are in contrast to each other. So, she can't compare a man like Simon to Stefan. Maybe Franklin will be a better option. Mouth-watering aroma wafted through the minute opening of either the windows or maybe the doors of the restaurant as they came closer to its walls. The automated door opened up allowing them entrance. As they stepped into the restaurant, Paige's steps almost stilled in admiration, If not for Simon's hand that was placed on her waist. The place looked so
Simon smiled dryly. He wanted to engage her in a lengthy conversation and let her know why he didn't agree with her psychology bullshit but he knew it was going to be a very lengthy one that might involve strong arguments. So, he let it slide. If the conversation had started at home, it would have been his pleasure to indulge her whole heartedly. "Okay, if this is what you think, then I'm fine with it." He replied. "I feel better hearing your explanation and knowing why you keep pushing me away." He told her."Kentley," Tenor called, coming to their table. "Miss Patterson." He nodded at Paige who nodded back in return as a form of greeting as well. "How would you rate our services?" Tenor asked Paige in particular.Paige flashed him a charming smile. "The food is lovely," she started. "The ambiance is so cozy and royal, I love it all. Kudos to you Tenor, it's a five star rating for me. Your restaurant is warm and welcoming.""And pocket wrecking as well." Simon chipped in. "Always ad
A knock came on the door from Samira and she was asked in by Paige after confirming that she actually was the one. Her previous encounter with Simon is still fresh in her memory."These came in for you earlier today ma'am." Samira said, handing her a shopping bag and a big envelope. "Thank you Samira." She replied, collecting the items from her. The girl bowed and left. Paige saw the name on the shopping bag and she knew instantly that it was her dress for the anniversary dinner. She hurriedly opened the shopping bag bringing out the box that had the dress in it. She unboxed the dress and couldn't believe what she saw. Trying not to react too soon, she undressed and quickly wore the dress. It was a strapless bodycon, heavily stoned dress that she didn't remember seeing on Shonnelle's website the very day she checked for outfits. Then, she saw a card attached to the rim of the dress which read; "custom made, just for you" and it warmed her heart. Franklin did it. He requested a cus
Back at the Kentleys, Paige looked at her dress one last time. It was without doubt the best dress she'd ever owned. She smiled recalling she thought the same back at Lakeview when she saw the dress Simon got for her. But then, in all honesty, this one presently, was the best dress she has ever owned. Her phone buzzed from a Stefan call. She stared at the screen for a while and as usual, ignored it. She went ahead to open up the second package Samira brought for her, the big envelope. Bringing out its contents, she discovered that it was the contract Anna promised to send. She dropped it on the console table and eased out of her dress, picked it up and hung it carefully in the wardrobe. Left in her underwear, she bolted the door securely and sat down to take a look at the contract.Paige has never been a calm and patient person when it came to reading write-ups with bogus words but she tried going through this one. After rushing through the first few pages, she was assured that Simon
"Oh, that's great." Paige replied. "Let the driver know that I'll be with him shortly." Paige replied. The atmosphere in the room was cold as ice. Even as Paige spoke to Sherman, her voice sounded so tiny and minute. It felt like the silence was drowning it. At Paige's reply, poor Sherman bowed quickly and rushed off almost hitting his head on the door frame."Did you receive the contract I sent to you through Sherman yesterday?" She asked wanting desperately to ease the tensed up mood. "I did." He replied through his teeth as he finally resumed eating in an attempt to distract himself. "Okay then." Paige said, cleaning her mouth with the table napkin. "I guess I will see you later in the day." She added standing up carefully. Without being told, she knew she had indeed tested Simon a bit too much and was already stepping on his last raged nerve. He made no reply to her words. As calmly as she could, she picked up her cellphone from the table, moved away from her chair and stepped
His answer earned him a painful punch at his jaw that had him tasting his own blood. "I will ask again Mr. Riley, what brings you to Yardstin." Simon repeated his question. "I came to see Paige Patterson, my girlfriend." He finally replied, almost crying. "I'm listening." Simon urged. "I already told you everything. I came to see Paige." He replied, almost in tears. "And what business do you have with Fiona Reuben?" Simon asked again. Stefan became silent when he heard the question. He didn't know how best to answer. In fact, he was scared, bruised and tired already. His silence earned him another punch from Bruce giving him a swollen jaw. Charles was about adding his own punch when he shouted. "I'll talk please, no more. I will answer all your questions." He replied, weeping uncontrollably. "The mother contacted me and asked if I wanted to make some extra cash without doing much and I told her yes. So she made me an offer. She asked me to distract Paige and make her forgive me
"Sunflower, eat your breakfast, it's way past breakfast hour. We will talk more after breakfast." He replied in a soft voice. His face, expressionless, making it impossible to read him and understand what he might be feeling.Paige couldn't help it. Simon was cold towards her. Giving her short curt answers. That only meant he was still mad at her. She continued eating as the awkward silence lingered. "Are you mad at me for some reason?" She finally asked. "No," he replied. Why would I be mad at you?" He asked feigning ignorance. "Because you are barely speaking to me. You used to talk a lot when we were together. I'm not used to hearing you make a few curt sentences only." She replied and looked up at Simon who still maintained a straight face. "I'm just a bit exhausted." He replied. "I will just go to my room for a quick nap and allow you to eat. See you later in the day." He said standing up. "Okay." Paige replied in a low and worried tone, watching him leave for his room. It
A gorgeous hostess led them upstairs to a quieter VIP bar that overlooked the stage and dance floor below. They were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas. The hostess propped a beverage menu in the center and said, "Your drinks are on the house. Enjoy your evening.""Wow!" Ugo whistled. "We scored.""I think that hawker recognized you from one of your court cases. Because how the hell are we getting such VIP treatment when we're yet to spend a dime." Daisy said out loud."Wouldn't that rock." Ugo grinned. "Or it could be the chef guy.... That dude is full of surprises. I've gotten too many gifts than I can't count since I met him. Yet, he's not interested in hitting this ass." "He could be pretending." Daisy fixed in. "Or taking it slow. The good old ways. He might be hoping to win you over thoroughly before making a move. In order words, he wants you to....""Loose my damn guard. Mmmm, not happening, not gonna happ
"Look what I brought you." Daisy said instead of arguing. She pulled the champagne bottle and the chocolates and crackers out of the paper bag. "I'm not quite sure how cold the champagne is anymore, but we still have to drink it. And I heroically saved all of them, including the chocolates and crackers from the guy I was stuck in the elevator with, so we’d better enjoy them.""Well, of course we still have to drink that champagne. Give me that." Ugo grabbed the hotel water glasses as Daisy pulled the foil off the champagne bottle. "I can’t believe you were stuck in the elevator all that time. And why weren’t you texting me back. Was your battery out?" "Okay, there’s a story there, but let’s toast to you first before I get into all of that." Daisy twisted the metal lid open and pulled out the cork with a gentle pop. After she poured a healthy amount into each of their glasses, she held hers up. "To Ugo Chike, the first black female partner at Jade and Judy, in over ten years. To a br
"I've been doing fine for years now. Please just go back to wherever you're coming from and let me be."Brett moved over to her and crotched down opposite her. "Go on a date with me, over the weekend."Daisy burst into laughter. "Is this guy a joke or something." She asked rhetorically, loud enough to Brett's hearing. "No.""Come on.....""I'm not going on any godforsaken date with you Mr Lexington. Not in your wildest dream.""Okay." he said pushing two open hands forward to calm her down. "Go to a fundraiser with me then. Technically, I wanted you to be my plus-one at the fundraiser organized by the Mayor over the weekend and maybe we could go on a date afterwards. But since you said no date, let's go to the fundraiser together." He offered."No.""Daiz. I promise you, if after the fundraiser, you decide that you don't want to be see me ever again. I won't bother you. Just this once, please?"Daisy became calm for a moment. She looked up at his angelic face and watched him flash a s
CHAPTER 1"What time do you even plan on getting here. Are you sure you're still coming?" Daisy listened to Ugo whine over the phone."I'm all dressed up already. You'll see me soon, I promise. I just had a really stressful day at work and I had to make a quick stop at home to get into a more comfortable footwear." she tried explaining. Pushing the door of her walk-in closet close, she pulled a black leather jacket across her black singlet, sat on the bed and bent low to buckle her sandals when she heard Ugo's next words."You're changing footwear? Don't tell me you plan on wearing any of those boring flat sandals of yours.""Something wrong my flats?" "Really, you're going to ask me that." Ugo boiled."We're going out to celebrate for crying out loud. You have to look the part. Put on a pair of those gorgeous Louboutins you got there. Why do you splash so much money on exotic footwear when you don't wear them.""Hello, are you forgetting something? You're forgetting that you make me
Dear Reader,Thank you so much for doing this journey with us.Simon, Paige and myself are grateful for your love, votes, comments, referrals and kind wishesSadly, we've come to the end of this beautiful love story. You all would agree with me that Paige is one hell of a lucky lady a d Simon is so blessed to have her.If you enjoyed their love story, then you would love my second book, "YOU ARE MINE FOR KEEPS." The next few pages are free chapters from the new book. You can check them out❤️~A Hopeless RomanticChristabelradiance xoxo
Paige was more shaken than she cared to admit. Somehow she did not expect Stefan to openly confess his infidelity. She had thought perhaps he would attempt to deny it."Why, Stefan?"He reached for her hands, but she pulled them out of his reach. "Why, Paige? Because you were always so unapproachable. There were times when you turned me on, made me so hot that I thought I was going to explode... and ......... and then you would just put up that damned 'don't touch me' shield. And when you did that I had to have someone else. Any woman.""You're a liar, Stefan. Why didn't you tell me that you wanted me?"He managed a winning smile. "I guess way back in my head I wanted to save you for marriage."Paige's smile was cynical and sinister. "It's too bad you didn't save Aurora, because I'm history, Stefan Riley."She stood up, holding her glass. Stefan never had time to react when she walked to his side and emptied the glass in his lap.She replaced the glass on the table, smiling. "That shou
The next morning, Paige woke up to an empty bed. Simon didn't come in throughout the night and she was just too stubborn to go to him. She sighed, had a quick shower and left to grab a quick coffee in the kitchen. Veronica was prepping their breakfast when she showed up and she took two biscuits from the freshly baked ones and cup of coffee."Have a nice day Mrs. Veronica." She called."You too ma. But won't you eat something better than just biscuits? I'm baking banana bread." She called after Paige."Yummy, keep some for me. I'll be back in a couple of hours." She replied from the living room. She scanned the house and saw no trace of Simon. Gulping down her coffee and biscuits she rushed to the kitchen to wash the cup but it was taken by Veronica. "I'll do that ma'am." She offered. "Thank you so much." She grabbed her phone and sent Simon a quick text telling him where she was headed before opening the door. Nicon appeared almost immediately, neatly dressed and ready to go wher
They floated together, each motion smooth and fluid as if the music had been choreographed just for them and them alone. Unspoken whispers and desires raced back and forth, telegraphing a savage hunger, a desperate need. Their bodies were in perfect harmony. Paige needed and Simon fed her.The desire to share her body with Simon Kentley surpassed all reason and common sense. But at that moment common sense was what Paige lacked most. She wanted to experience the waves of ecstasy he had given her earlier; she wanted the peace Simon offered, and in turn she would give him the love he sought from a woman.The musical selection ended and Simon led Paige through the throng. The next number was a rocking, upbeat tempo which got everyone to their feet, moving in time to the pounding, driving rhythm.Simon caught Tenor's arm. "We'll be on our way now.""You're leaving?" Tenor asked. Simon nodded, and Paige was as surprised as Tenor. "Give them whatever they want," he informed Tenor."You're
Fiona boldly walked up to them and flashed a smile."Who the hell let this pest in for god's sake." Simon swore under his breath making Paige giggle. "Hi Mr. Kentley." Fiona started with her annoying voice. "Miss Ruben, how are you?" Simon called coldly but Fiona did not seem to notice the coldness in his voice. "I'm managing to survive." She replied. Leaning forward, she peered at Paige. "Hi there, it's you again." She smiled "Won't you introduce us officially Mr. Kentley. I mean we're all here because of her." She said, draping her arm on Simon's hand.He gently removed her arm. "Miss Ruben, this is Paige Patterson, my girlfriend."A frown marred Fiona's beautiful face. "Your girlfriend." She murmured in annoyance."Fiona's father is a business pal of my dad's," Simon stated, deliberately ignoring Fiona. "This woman is no fucking girlfriend of yours!" Fiona shouted.Paige reacted as if she had been shot. Fiona's voice was strident, hysterical. Heads turned in their direction.Sim