“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
Page sighed, “Just drop them upstairs,” she said, instructing the driver to move her and Rowan’s things into the new house. She glanced over to Rowan who was being unhelpful as he leaned on the edge of the car calling someone. She sighed. This morning was their wedding, She had just married this guy, yet he seemed so absent already. then again, she knew nothing about him.This entire marriage was set up by his grandfather who provided This house as well.Rowan finally ended his call., looking distinctly unhappy, “I can do this myself.” He said to the driver as he took one of his bags and dragged it inside.Page followed Roran inside, annoyed. "Fine, this is a marriage of convenience, and I know your grandfather forced you, but why do you have to act like this?."Rowan stopped in his tracks, his jaw tightening. "I'm already annoyed enough as it is. I don’t know why my Grandfather feels like he has to control every inch of my life.If not for his threat to remove me from the company…
After some time, Page stood up, She made her way upstairs to unpack her things, admiring the neat hallway upstairs as she walked. “Mr cannon does have taste.’ She said to herself. If she was going to live in misery, at least she had such a nice house to do it inShe made her way to the master bedroom, It was time for her to unpack her things. She opened the door to meet all her things not in the room.The master bedroom was a sanctuary of elegance and comfort, tastefully decorated with an eye for luxury. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room in a warm glow, highlighting the rich, dark wood furniture and the plush, king-sized bed draped in crisp, white linens. The bed, with its tufted headboard and an array of decorative pillows, beckoned invitingly. Yet the only thing on the bed was the clothes Rowan wore yesterday neatly folded.It was very obvious that this was meant to be a shared bedroom for a newlywed couple, so where was all her stuff.Rowan's belongings- His large suitcases
“Where have you been? I was worried sick,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.“I had some business to take care of,” he explained, avoiding her eyes as he spoke.Page took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “I tried calling you. Your phone was on Do Not Disturb.”Rowan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I needed some time alone, Page.”Page went on, completely ignoring him again. “You should have called me to say you would be late.”“And why should I?” he asked so coldly.“Of course, you should,” she said, her voice softening. “Why even ask that?”He looked at her then, really looked at her, and for a moment, she saw something in his eyes—but it wasn’t there the next second, only annoyance. “Did I not make it clear enough yesterday? You and I have nothing to do with each other. So just stay out of my way.”Page stared at him, hurt written all over her face. Rowan stretched his neck and adjusted his tie, his head tilted just enough for him to spot the covered plate