Sapphire's POVA look of confusion tinged with disappointment was plastered on my face as I stared directly at the stranger standing in front of me. He was like a dark mountain, towering over my little frame. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, the fabric of his black suit straining against his biceps. His dark skin glistened under the porch light and his bald head reflected the soft moonlight. He wore dark shades that covered his eyes and hid any emotion, making it impossible for me to read him. The man's face was stern with lips pressed into a thin line."Good evening, Miss Smith,"he rasped in a deep voice. "I have been assigned to ensure your safety."I blinked, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected arrival of this man. "Um... why?"I managed to stammer, my curiosity piqued.He straightened his broad shoulders, revealing a glimpse of a concealed earpiece beneath his shaved head. "Mr Donovan requested I bring you to him,"he replied, the words delivered with a detached
Sapphire's POVEric inhaled and exhaled in a way that seemed like he was having a hard time breathing. I put my arms around him and helped him up. It wasn't a very easy task, this man was taller and heavier than I was. He stood on his feet and stumbled a little. Gently, I guided him to the nearest weight bench in the room, careful not to let either of us step on the broken mirrors.I sat him and joined him, my arms still hooked around him. "Eric, what's wrong?"His lips were tightly shut and he didn't look like he was keen on saying anything. My hand grazed his bleeding knuckles and he winced in pain. I quickly shifted my attention to his wounds and got up in a bid to tend to them. I grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby shelf and a white towel laying carelessly on the floor. I moistened the towel and took his hand in mine. I began to wipe away the blood from his hands, my touch as delicate as I could manage."I've got you, Eric," I reassured him softly, my fingers working to clean
Sapphire's POVEric is such a....ugh!Why did he have to put me on the spot like that?Why did he have to tell Belinda I'd be sleeping in his bedroom tonight?Why?At the dining table, I couldn't say anything because it would seem odd that I wasn't interested in spending the night with my fiance. We had to make everything as believable and real as possible, especially in front of people associated with him. And so for that reason, I didn't object, I didn't protest. Eric knew damn well what he was doing and I had a feeling he wouldn't have let me sleep in the guest room even if I had raised an objection.I was seated on a sofa in Eric's bedroom now while waiting for him to come out of the shower. He had been in there for what felt like an eternity and I was pretty sure he wasn't intending on coming out anytime soon. I wondered what he could be doing there. Did he really take that long to shower?I let out a loud breath, feeling totally drained and casually ran my fingers through the ta
Sapphire's POVEric's firm grip on my hips kept me pressed against the cold, tiled wall. And I was stunned by his reaction. I had expected him to be angry and disappointed but instead, he seemed to be enjoying the fact that I broke our agreement. I heard my heart beating fast as his words registered in my mind.He was going to punish me? What on earth did that mean? But before I could even think about asking him or fully process my thoughts, his hands swiftly moved down to the hem of my dress, pulling it up and exposing my bare butt."No," I said faintly, my body and voice trembling in the shower.Eric chuckled darkly, his warm breath sending tingles through my ear and goosebumps on skin. "You broke our agreement, tigress. Now, you'll have to face the consequences."He finally peeled my dress off my body and let it drop to the floor. He was a completely different person from the one who'd broken down earlier. He seemed more like his usual self now, commanding and confident. Still unde
Sapphire's POV"When did you say your wedding was again?" Gwen asked me, shifting her gaze from the TV to me.We just finished binge watching Euphoria. Now we were watching Titanic for the umpteenth time and stuffing our faces in junk food just like Jamila and I used to do a lot during highschool. The only difference was that it was late in the afternoon now and nightfall was still hours away. We had opted to hangout like this in my apartment while I waited for Eric. He had said he would call me and let me know when to get ready for his grandfather's birthday party tonight."In three days," I told Gwen, grabbing a handful of tortilla chips and dipping it into some guacamole.Jamila took a large bite of her huge hamburger, munching on the delicious goodness and turned to stare at me. "What?" She spoke in a mouthful, her words barely audible. "Three days? So soon?""Yup," I answered, nodding slowly without peeling my eyes from the TV screen. Titanic had always been my all-time favorite
Sapphire's POVI was seated in the living room for hours while Vivienne, the stylist, worked her magic on me. I used to think Jamila talked too much until I met her. The woman was a chatterbox. She never stopped talking all the while she did my hair and makeup. But I didn't complain and why? It was simply because she was such a cheerful and fun person to be around. And the fact that she'd worked with a lot of celebrities and socialites didn't stop her from being so friendly and humble.Most of her talks were interesting and funny, she made every moment of this enjoyable. Vivienne was a whole mood, in fact. Oh, and her French accent was off the chart, it was so pleasing to the ear. She said 'darling' with a playful trill, rolling the 'r' with a dash of flair. It was so thrilling to hear her speak because I couldn't remember the last time I spoke to a woman who was this fluent in French. I wondered how Eric had met her and I was tempted to ask her about it but I just let it be.Vivienne
Sapphire's POVI felt the warmth of Eric's breath on my hand and I quickly pulled it away, trying to maintain composure. I cleared my throat and wore a straight face. The last thing I wanted right now was for my knees to get all wobbly like spaghetti. And if he carried on with his usual shenanigans tonight as well, I just might lose it."Let's not get carried away, Eric. I'm just here for the party," I uttered in a quiet yet sharp tone and tried to keep a smiling face."Oh, but my darling, you are the party," Eric replied, his smirk widening and he gave me a once-over, his eyes roaming my body. "Look around, tigress. It's not just me. Everyone can't stop talking about how breathtaking you look."I bit down my lip to stop myself from smiling and replied, "Oh, please, Eric. Flattery won't get you anywhere.""But I beg to differ, my dear tigress," he chuckled, his voice low and resonant in my ear. "It seems it's gotten me right where I want to be.""And that is?""Right here with you," h
Sapphire's POVEric's mother glided toward us, her tall figure accentuated in a purple velvet gown that screamed wealth and poise. Her wavy black hair with a side parting flowed over her shoulders as she walked. Her beauty was undeniable, I could see where Eric got his looks from, but it was overshadowed by an air of arrogance that hung around her like an invisible cloak.Her eyes, sharp and piercing, surveyed me with distinct coldness as she approached us. There was this look of disdain etched on her face that made it very clear she was not happy to see her son with me. And I braced myself for whatever was to come. Because it was obvious that she was going to talk down to me. I just didn't know to what extent.I could feel Eric's muscles tense beside me when he locked our fingers together and glanced into my eyes as if to say, "I got you." But I sent him a small reassuring smile to let him know that he had nothing to worry about.It was evident that their relationship was not a good