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
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