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
“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
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
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
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
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