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
“Page —” Rowan called but she walked past him.Whatever he wanted to say to her, she didn't want to hear. Off to work she went in an all black attire: black suit, black shoes, black handbag, black wristwatch and black earrings, deep in thought. On the days she dressed like that to work – in a one-colour themed outfit – she didn't wear a smile and her employees were always meticulous and overly diligent around her on those days. From inside the company, some of her employees and Katherine sighted her through the company's transparent door. On high alert, each person began to concentrate their attention on what they were doing. Katherine walked to Page who had her right hand in her pocket as her left hand held onto her handbag. Katherine walked beside her boss who wore a stony expression and walked in a majestic manner, she knew better than to say a word as she was quite aware that she would be snubbed.As soon as Page had sat down in her office on her big swivel chair, Katherine read
Page stood on her three inches black heels with her hands in her pockets, unwilling to let her expression give away how shocked she was.“We meet again," the person said with a mischievous smile.Still, Page stood without talking or blinking, looking with disgust at the ungovernable lady that stood in front of her. With her heels, she was the same height with Irene who was on flats.Irene chuckled like a little brat and looked at Page.“What's with the outfit Mrs Cannon? Did my baby, Rowan divorce you?" She uttered in-between uncontrollable chuckles.Page took out her left hand from her pocket and glanced at her wristwatch. It was fifteen minutes to ten.“I have nothing to say to you Irene. Katherine, let's be on our way," Page said.“Why? You had a lot to say the last time we met," she scoffed.“Oh! Rowan hasn't probably told you about the relationship we shared," Irene said in an uncultivated manner.Page blinked lazily as though what she had just heard didn't stun her. Katherine wa
Page's lashes slowly fluttered open by four in the evening to see Rowan who was staring down at her. Rowan had been holding Page tightly in his big arms as though someone would snatch suddenly her from his hold. She was seated on his laps and her legs were slightly stretched on the couch. He had one of his hands behind her neck and the other on her waist. Page felt like a baby that had been rocked to sleep. Even in her state, she couldn't help but notice how hot Rowan looked, shirtless. His brown eyes peered down at her eyes and she averted her gaze. She squirmed under his gaze, making him restrain a grunt. He tightened his hold on her briefly before loosening it. Her ample ass had rubbed slowly against his member, gradually elicitating his hunger. She was aware of what she had done but feigned ignorance. “How do you feel?" He asked quietly.Page sighed and looked up at him, “still heavyhearted but I would be fine,” she replied."I know you are still angry at me for the things I sai
Page looked down at her dress in disbelief and scoffed.“Did this bitch just pour wine on my dress?” She muttered. Rowan moved to get up from his chair to put Irene in her place but Page used her hand to push him back down on his chair, stunning him with her strength. Page narrowed her eyes on Irene, glaring at her.“You poured wine on my dress," she scoffed calmly as if she was trying to process what had happened.“Can't you see? I did and I would do it over and over again, a million and one times if I have to,” she victoriously stated.“Really?" Page asked.Taking three strides towards Irene, she grabbed a half bottle of red wine from the bucket of ice that sat on the table beside her. Savagely, she turned the bottle over above Irene's head. She was bewildered. When Page had poured the entirety of the bottle's content on Irene, she smiled satisfactorily and dropped the bottle on the table closest to her.“Why did you do that!" Irene frustratedly screamed as she touched her dripping
“How does it taste?" Rowan asked when Page put a piece of the pork chops he made in her mouth, standing in front of the cooker with him. “Hmmm, it's really good. I must say, you have a knack for making good food," Page replied as she savored the flavorsome richly spiced meat.When they returned home, Rowan had decided against calling in their maids to make something for them to eat as he wanted to be alone in the house with Page. They had chattered in the car on their way home, laughing about insignificant things they saw. They had both changed out of their clothes and Rowan had sent her dress to the largely established laundry they patronized. Page was in red nightclothes; a free top with single straps and shorts that was almost swallowed by her short top. Over it was her lacy transparent red robe. Rowan was in black sweatpants and was shirtless. Page had wanted to cook but Rowan beat her to it. He made four ravishing meaty burgers and some flavorous pork chops with sausages.Rowan