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
EpilogueAgain, nothing beats family.Yes, there would always be fights, arguments and trials but then again, what are relationships without all of that. Quarrels being settled after a little period of distancing from one another, just a little, only makes the bond between them stronger. That, I say, is a fact very well proven if you in anyway doubt this theory.“How could you have thought that I hide such a sensitive information from you without ever planning to tell you at some point?” Page asked Rowan in disbelief."Well, you didn't tell me yourself did you? I had to find out from someone else,” Rowan replied, pissed but not screaming too loudly. “Why are you seeing it that way?”"Because it's what it is Cupcake. How else do you want me to take it?” He asked, taking off his hand that was on his forehead and looking at her.They were in their bedroom, Page seated on the bed, facing Rowan while he was standing in front of the wall, his back leaning against it.“I didn't tell you th
A year and six months later.Happiness is a free will gift of nature and is bestowed only on those who really want it and are ready to wield it. Happiness is not just a word but a magic power. Nothing beats happiness and self-satisfaction. Life happens to anyone. Death could come to claim anyone, anytime. The moment happiness is chosen, freedom has been chosen. Finding one's asylum is of paramount importance. Clinging onto that one thing that makes you happy and counting one's blessings despite some unfortunate happenings in our lives is beautiful and comforting. Nothing beats utmost happiness. It's beauty shimmers that it is both describable and ineffable.If there was anyone who had found what she needed most in life, happiness, it was Page Cannon, a mother of two cute babies, a boy and a girl, twins. Some days after the romantic, slow sex she had with Rowan on their rose scented bed, she started throwing up. This was after her grandad had been buried. When Rowan had broken the ne
A hand stretched to where she had sat, Page picked up the small envelope Will had dropped before leaving. The square shaped envelope was white, the little designs on it, gold. Into her bag she dropped it and walked out of the place.A sad feeling sat at the center of her heart as she wished nature would have been nice enough to not have made them meet in the way and time they had met. She was saddened by the fact that things had to go the way they did and she could not be friends with her husband's best friend. It was disheartening. Sadly, the hands of time could not be turned and past actions could not be rewritten or changed. A concise moment of thoughts and she finalized that all the blame was to be accorded to them, the sometimes despicable humans and not nature because undeniably so, humans have will in the palm of their hands. Decisions and actions; rights and wrongs; good and evil; all rest in the palm of our hands so why constantly blame nature… or fate for some of the predic
Rowan forced Page out of bed on Tuesday morning and stayed in the bathroom as she took her bath to make sure she didn't go back to bed when he left the room. She had pleaded with him to let her stay at home but he didn't think it was a good idea. He reckoned that they had had three days of rest for themselves and it was time to get back to work.“You’re a CEO Page," he had said to her as he rolled off their duvet from her body for the third time. He had driven her to work after they had had breakfast and on the way, revealed to her that their head chef was his nanny he had told her about. She cared so much for him that she opted to be his head chef instead of leaving him when he was grown to the point that he could take care of himself. Page was shocked at his revelation. She had hit him and scolded him for not letting her in on that kind of information early enough for her to reverence her as she ought to. Making a mental note to thank her for all that she did for Rowan, she retreat
“Wear the blue dress, it would suit the cool atmosphere better,” Rowan replied to Page's question, buttoning up his blue shirt before putting on his white, pristine loose-fitting trouser.“Okay baby," Page said as she put down the other dress she had in her hand on the bed.She decided to do her light makeup before putting on her dress: pigmented nude eyes with smokey creases and ombre, glossy lips. With ease, she rocked the dress Rowan had picked out between the two she had held out for him to see.They had gone up to the master bedroom to take their bath after Page had released him from their tight hug, him carrying her in his arms till he was in front of the room. They had showered differently, Page going in first before him. He had proposed they go on an outing and had told Page to make a decision on the places she wanted to go. As she hadn't made her choice yet, she said nothing about it, thinking hard of the places she wanted to explore together with her husband. “So… where hav
“My God!” Rowan screamed then released a breath as he jiggled her breasts in his hands and bit her nipples not too hard through her t-shirt. “And you are… you're my Queen. You're my mind blower, my ambrosia, my aphrodisiac. You're my soulmate, my soul's captor and I have to confess that you have rendered me completely powerless around you,” he said softly like he was confessing something which he wanted no one else to hear.Groaning, he took his hands off her breasts and brought his face out of the soace between her breasts. His senses were slowly slipping out from him.“I want to take your tee off Cupcake," he said, snaking his hands underneath her t-shirt and twisting her nipples in the most teasing way ever.Page moaned softly. Music to his ears they were.“Do whatever you want baby," Page uttered, squirming at how good his hands felt on the most sensitive parts of her breasts.“I love it when you call me baby, it sounds so sexy coming from you. I'm your baby,” he said as he took
“If you keep moaning and grinding on me like that, I fear I might loose my senses and control completely Cupcake," Rowan said in a seductive tone against her lips.Trying to catch her breath, she shook her head.“Loose them Rowan, that's what I want," she said and slammed her lips against his, her growing needs evident in every movement of her lips.Rowan kissed her back, matching up her energy with his once again before finally pulling away.“We need to stop Cupcake. Sex this morning would drain you as you know you had nothing tangible to eat last night. That aside, we just made up,” Rowan reasoned as he held her face so that she would focus on what he was saying and not try to reclaim his lips.“I am not complaining about that Rowan. I want it,” she said in a grumble-like manner."Definitely, you would get it in due time baby but what I do not want is rushing any of this processes. We have a life time to explore ourselves Cupcake but not today," Rowan embraced her when her head drop
It was ten in the morning and the feeling of waking up had never been more satisfying. Rowan smiled with a refreshing thrill as he opened his eyes, his dreams were finally coming to play. Waking up to watch Page sleep was his first blessing of the morning.His left hand was outstretched across the pillow and had her head on it. He had his other hand over her waist, holding her as close to himself as he could. The memories of the previous night swam into his mind as he moved back a bit to watch Page while his head remained on the pillow.He had thought of giving her her space for the night which led to him walking to his bed after putting on the t-shirt and casual loose fitting trousers he had picked out. Instead of climbing onto the bed as Page had anticipated he would, he had picked up a pillow and walked to his couch. This left Page with a puzzled look invading her features.What does he think he's doing? She had asked herself as she watched him lay on the couch, leaving her to slee
The said audience were both happy and sad that the short romantic drama that had been entertaining them was coming to an end with the kind of ending everyone of them loved and silently approved of. What captivated them the most was that Rowan Cannon, the hottest bachelor of the States had been married for months and none of them had any idea! The men amongst them wished for nothing more than a well deserved win for Rowan whilst the ladies – the hopeful romantics – hummed in admiration of what the end had turned out to be as they watched with dreamy eyes how deeply Rowan loved his wife and held her so close to himself as they wished for something similar to theirs; a love so strong and passionate that not even the strongest forces of nature could break. Looking around with his brown eyes, Rowan knew it was high time they left and gave the staff who were still there the opportunity to lock up and go to their homes. He knew that in one way or the other, they had enjoyed watching the