Page received a call from Katherine. She informed Page that she had to be at work before ten that morning because she had an urgent and important meeting with the Chief Executive Officer of The Executives Conglomerate, Mr Simon who wanted to transfer ownership of two of their corporations, their massive hotel and resort to them because they were no longer doing well and seemed not to have any other option neither did they have adequate resources to revive them, it being evident that Greenclove Conglomerate would do justice to the re-establishment of the two corporations as their Conglomerate had been consecutively established as part of the top two leading the market for over ten years. Their massive and unwavering success was impressive as no Conglomerate could beat them under Mr Duncan Brooks leadership and he was certain it wouldn't change under Page's as her mode of thinking and decision making were a replica of her grandad's who had become the Greenclove Conglomerate Chairman a
“Should I get you a cup of latte?”Page turned on her heels behind the large mahogany desk in her new office, the office of the Chief Executive Officer. The door of her office bore her scrupulously made nameplate. The walls of the office were coated in thick, quality white paints that beautifully radiated under the shimmer of the brilliant light that dispersed in the office from the bulbs on the ceiling, perfectly making evident the taste of its occupant. Color rose to her checks when she smiled, that her grandad remembers her tastes and preferences always marveled her. “You impress me,” Page told her with a smile and fell into her black swivel chair that most apparently suited a queen like her, a lady of her caliber.“I would not be drinking coffee this morning, probably later in the afternoon. For now, continue whatever work you still have on your plate until Mr Simon arrives,” she said. Katherine, her personal assistant, was characterized with outstanding, juicy qualities, insurm
Page fell to the floor, her hands clutching her stomach. The pain was too much to bear. She kept groaning in pain, trying so much to combat the excruciating pain but it wasn't in her power. Katherine screamed and bent to the ground, turning Page who laid on her side to lay on her back. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, they stung and her throbbing, squeezing heart banged and hurt so much."Oh my God, Miss Brooks!" Katherine shouted. "Call an ambulance," she had instructed Page's chauffeur, cooing her to soothe the pains. She knelt on the ground and placed Page's upper back on her laps. Her hands set to work, one caressing her soft, silky hair and the other, pressing against her wound."One will be here in a bit," he informed her. "Take off her jacket so that she is only on her shirt, gently blow air on her face," Page's chauffeur, a man in his mid-forties instructed Katherine.She gently took the jacket off her boss and it was swiftly grasped from her hold. He folded the ja
Page was driving home, exhausted from a rather hectic day and longing for a relaxing, satisfactory dip in strawberry and rose scented bubbling body wash infused in warm water. Yearning for the evening's cool breeze to dance through her bouncy, long black hair, she turned off the car's air conditioner and pressed a button that made the roof of the car open. “This feels really good," she sighed.Her mind traveled back to the horrible trance she had and she shivered. For the record, she had always been an optimistic person, one with the stoutest of heart and detested every form of negativity, bad energy and contrariness. That her mind could picture such a horrible event scared her, she was appalled. Thinking back to it, she decided to assume that what played out in her mind actually happened, why the hell did someone not go after such a malevolent perpetrator? She asked herself.Refusing to let the threat Simon made get to her, she turned on some music and sang along with the artiste,
“Babe, I think the food is burning!" Derek shouted as he stood in front of the cooker, filling his nostrils with the aroma of his girlfriend's savory dish. He felt as though he could already taste the delectable meal without having to take a spoon of it. “Take it down!" Lina turned away from the phone and instructed.“Where did you keep the mittens?” “Oh my good God," she sighed, blowing air out of her mouth."Page baby, we will talk later okay? I have to finalize my cooking and serve Derek, he hasn't had lunch or dinner,” she said to Page reluctantly, sad that she had to put their interesting conversation on hold.“Can he not help himself to it?" Page grumbled.“You know he can't. To take down the pot of food from the cooker is a problem for him, talk more of actually serving himself,” she fielded then chuckled lightly.“Ok then, we would take later babe," Page said and proceeded to end the call.Rowan was already seated on the couch opposite the one on which Page was seated. Her l
Rowan yawned, using the back of his hand to cover his mouth. Fatigue was written all over him in black ink that anyone who painstakingly looked at him could notice. He took a sip from his cup of Americano coffee and sighed, leaning back on his large comfy swivel chair so that his head and back were placed on it and his eyes were closed as he rested for a while. Not being able to sleep the previous night, annoyed that he hadn't heard Page's footsteps that was to signify her call had ended and she was heading to her room to go to bed, he opted to go through some documents in his laptop. He had kept himself occupied throughout the night, reviewing documents upon documents. During the early hours of the morning, he fell asleep on the sofa on which he sat, assuming a weird position. Apparently, that was the reason behind his aching neck.A knock sounded on his door. He was reluctant to move his mouth and body so he feigned deafness. The knock sounded again but he still didn't say anything
Rowan staggered into the house with his jacket in his hand. He had called his personal assistant to the bar to drive him home. He walked up the stairs and sat on the floor in front of Page's door with the foot of one of his legs placed on the floor, his head leaning on the door. The lady that had sat on his lap in the bar had hoped to draw his attention by trying to touch him but he violently pushed her off his lap the moment she gyrated her hips. Rowan's foxy and dreamy body coupled with his excessive wealth made ladies go extremely crazy over him, jumping at every opportunity to show off their assets to him as though they were products being advertised, with hopes that they would impress him. Rowan was someone who knew how to hold his liquor but that night was different. He had drank more than he used to and was drowning in a pool of emotions. They were overwhelming him and what he wished to do was let them subdue him so, that was exactly what he did. He yielded to its overpoweri
Will stood in front of the restaurant he had made a reservation for his first date with Page. It was a warm promising evening. He couldn't stop thinking about her and the undeniable attraction he felt towards her the last time they met and he was unmistakably sure that she felt it as well. With a deep breath, he walked into the restaurant after wiping his dark blue tuxedo with his hand as though there was a speck of dust on it. He had told one of his friends about Page, the lady he had his eyes on and his plan to ask her out and he had cheered him on.On the other hand, Page had agreed to go on a date with Will after confiding in her best friend. “Rowan kissed you passionately, had sex with you – oral sex and penetration – but acted like you were one of his many conquests and insulted you, calling you a desperate slut after giving him your virginity. No man would do that to a woman he really cares about or likes. Again, he had clearly told you at the very beginning that the marriage
Wanting to meet up with Lina so that she could tell her about the late night call she had with Will, physically replying her text, Page got to her house by nine in the morning. Stopping by at a sweetshop before taking a taxi, they got some chocolate eclair, jelly rolls, chocolate chip muffins and danishes with fruit fillings in some and cheese in the others. They both got a carton of cold sweetened strawberry flavored yoghurt for themselves. “Hmmm. This is really nice but we have to hit the gym this weekend Page," Lina hummed as her teeth sank into a fruit filled danish.“Tastes so good," she hummed again, picking a chocolate chip muffins and taking a hearty bite.Page eyed her from the corner of her eyes, popping a halved chocolate eclair into her mouth.“Don't you dare say that," Lina giggled."You pig. Is this how you eat around Derek?"“At times. I am myself around him okay? After all, he is my boyfriend," she playfully batted her lashes and leaned against Page."Get lost you pig
Rowan walked into Page's room after she invited him in. They had just finished having an Italian sausage soup and an Italian chopped salad with salami crisps, croutons, buttery and mild Castelvetrano olives and additional romano cheese that five of their chefs had prepared, their head chef inclusive. The salad was crisp, tangy, crunchy and beautifully bright with an exceptionally appetizing appearance. “That Italian salad and soup tasted heavenly. I have been craving Italian salad for two days now but the time to make some or tell the chefs to never came. I feel good!” she fell on her king sized bed standing firm in her master bedroom and sighed, her lips stretching into a fulfilling smile.Rowan beamed brightly as he sat beside her and gazed at her.Little things make her extremely happy, his subconsciousness rang.Truly, they matter. He reached for her face and lazily ran the pad of his thumb over her soft smooth cheek. He raised her up by her hand so that she was facing him. His
Page Uncle's chauffeur had dropped off her car in her house early that morning at around seven. Page didn't feel like driving so Rowan offered to drop her off at work. Her eyes remained focused on California's beautiful road while Rowan retreated into the comfort of his mind.He had seen the word ‘CEO’ in front of Page's name on her file and was shocked beyond repair. She is the sole heir of her father's company? He thought. He had always thought that Page was a spoilt lady that enjoyed the benefits of having an overly wealthy grandad and also wanted to rip off him and his grandad despite being born into a rich family. He had thought she had a brother that was her grandad's heir but it turned out that she was her grandad's sole heir and had enough riches to last her a thousand years without her having to depend on any man or anyone else. She was an independent lady with amazing skills and talents. She was an embodiment of fascination. Rowan instructed Page to stay in the car when he
Page stirred in Rowan's arms and stretched like a one year old baby. She opened her eyes to see Rowan's eyes on her.“Hey,’’ she said unknowingly in a sultry voice and sat up on the bed.“Did you sleep well?” He asked, using the quilt that sat on his knees to cover his sudden erection, placing his hand over it to try to press it down. "Yes, I did. You?” "Same,” he replied.His erection only got worse when he looked down on the net area of her gown and saw her cleavage and a part of her breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled. Looking away from it to remedy his situation in the tiniest of ways, he took his hand off the quilt but left it in place. They were in a comfortable silence and the house was rid of any maids or cooks. Unknowingly, Page stretched her hand to take the quilt off him but it landed on his hard member. He groaned. Looking at him with flushed cheeks then turning to where her hand laid, she took the quilt off him to behold his hard member that stood out perpe
“Please stop the car," Page told the driver.Right across the road was a Bugatti Veyron with Rowan seated at its tip, his right leg crossed over the left on the floor. What could be the problem, she thought. It was already nine –at night– and the vast road was being illuminated by various street lamps. “I would alight here, thank you," she said to him and with her bag and file in her hand, got down from the cab.She looked to her left and then, her right before carefully running across the road in her heels. Rowan's right hand covered his face so Page couldn't see it.“Rowan," she softly called when she was directly in front of him.In unexpressed shock, he took his hand off his face when he heard that already recognized sweet voice and saw Page."What are you doing here?” She asked him."I could ask you the same," he retorted, innocently."I was at my Uncle's in the evening and was on my way home in a cab when I saw you,” she explained."Your Uncle, John?” "Yes. I do not have any
Frank, Lina's promiscuous ex boyfriend who Irene cheated on Rowan with on several occasions during their relationship stood in front of her.“Frank? Where are you headed to?" Page asked, puzzle and furious.He didn't say a word to Page but looked away as though there was no one standing in front of him."Nevermind. Tell me how this file got into your possession," Page requested, looking down at it and then, back at him. His enigmatic silence fueled up everything: her anger, her impatience, her disgust and her zeal to know who was behind the theft of her file and the agenda for which it was stolen. She was about to knee him in the balls but her Uncle advised her against it as they were out in the open, telling her to inform her chauffeur to drive her car to where they were. “Where are we going with this vexatious human?” She inquired in disgust, eying Frank. "My home. The interrogation room precisely," he replied sternly, Frank shivering instantly on hearing those words. Three minu
“What did you just say?" Will asked. Still in a dumbfounded state, Rowan didn't answer. “Rowan!" Will called, bringing him back to reality. "What was the question you asked?" “I just asked you what you said," Will replied. “This lady is my wife," Rowan said. “How?" Will asked. “What do you mean how? I just said this is my wife Will. Her name is Page right?” "Yes, that's her name.” “This is Page, my wife; the lady I got married to, the lady I have been telling you about,” Rowan weakly established. “What? I don't understand." Rowan felt injured. He bent his head as he withdrew into his thoughts for some seconds, likewise Will. Rowan got on his feet and went to pay for the beer they had with one of his credit cards. Retuning back to their table, he said to Will, “Let's go outside." Without a word, Will got up and they both walked out of the bar. Will got to Rowan's car and they both stood beside it. “Page is the woman you have been telling me about?” Rowan ask
Will typed the last word, sent the message to Page and dropped his phone down on the table.The message read: “Hey beautiful, how are you doing? How was work today? I have made up my mind to follow through with what my heart longs for. Sincerely, I have thought hard and long for days now, asking myself what could have been the reason why you hid the fact that you have a husband from me. Like I said to you on our date night, you might have had your reasons but I am convinced that its solely because your husband probably doesn't see you and that's his loss. A woman that cherishes her man because he loves her and dotes on her wouldn't keep it hidden in cases like this. Believe me, I have tried so hard to stay away but I cannot anymore. The close relationship and bond that you don't have with your husband is my drive and I would not stop chasing you; even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth for you to be mine, I would. My heart pounds for you and I can't bear this torture of d
The two highly compatible friends who were equally sole heirs – Page and Lina – walked side by side with a cup of caffe mocha each in their hands. They had gone to buy coffee from a renowned cafe close to Lina's dad company. Page had gone to see Lina in her dad's company where she worked. Lina's dad was training her in the position of the head of directors as she was the successor of his large blooming construction company. Page told her everything that occurred the previous night; the episode with Irene at the diner and her make out session with Rowan. Her impeccable description of the events amused Lina. “So, what you are saying is that you and Rowan are now good and had a great make out session together yesterday?" Lina asked with a perked up interest."Yeah. I am extremely happy that we are now in good terms,” Page said."You should have seen the look on Irene's face yesterday, the way she fell was hilarious,” she said and evoked laughter from Lina. Lina's contagious laughter ca