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
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
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
“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
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