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BIANCA’S POVBernard’s penthouse apartment was almost like Richard’s; the comfy luxurious setting, the large bulletproof glass windows that ran from floor to ceiling and probably the same number of rooms. The only thing lacking in this was that the hotel building wasn’t high enough and as a result, the view wasn’t that stunning.But what drew my attention the most was the extra decoration and arrangements in living room as if he was trying to impress his girlfriend on Valentine’s day; Soft, warm lights adorned the space, creating a gentle glow and feeling. A fragrant arrangement of fresh flowers sat elegantly on the centre of the coffee table along with two plates of classic spaghetti garnished with carrots and green peas. Plush cushions and a throw blanket were strategically placed on the sofa and a playlist of soothing music played softly in the background. The air was scented with a hint of vanilla from strategically placed candles.Chapter 78BIANCA’S POVOur loud laughter filled the living room. After finishing our meal, we sat on the floor which he covered with a thick blanket. A cushion rested on my thigh, and we held glasses of wine, chatting in the cosy night.We talked and talked at great length on both relevant and irrelevant matters. I couldn’t help but marvel at how close I was becoming with him. He was a great listener, fun to talk with and was never once judgmental. I liked moments like that because it helped me forget about whatever bothered me.“For real dude, that meal was amazing,” I said in exaggeration though I really meant it. “I can’t remember the last time I tasted a pasta that good. You sure do know your way around the kitchen.”He shrugged in humility. “What can I say? I do my best especially when it comes to special people like you.”“Ohh quit being so romantic and humble,” I snapped at him playfully. “No doubt you’re already a pro at cooking. You lied to me about still learning it so you
Chapter 79 BIANCA’S POV His kiss took me by surprise, but I still gave in to it. I felt his lips plaster and glide sensually against mine. The taste of alcohol on his tongue was teasing and it only made me kiss him more as I leaned forward. Suddenly, his kiss went from slow and teasing to demanding and possessive as he started groping my waist. “Bernard…wait, no…” I retracted and tried to say, removing his hand which was sliding down to my hips, but the feel of his lips on the back of my ear cut me short. That was my sensitive spot and for a moment it felt really good. “Let’s pretend that I’m a soap opera actor and you are my number one fan, let me make you drool…in your pants.” His warm breath fanning against my neck was tickling. I revelled in the feeling and let him kiss me again, letting the kiss chase my worries away briefly. I know I wanted to get back at Richard for everything he had done to me. I wanted to hurt him and balance the equation. But was I really doing the rig
Chapter 80RICHARD’S POV“You’re scared, afraid you won’t find true love. You’re scared no one will ever love you like you deserve. And It’s made you blind and… foolish, you can’t see the big picture…B’s words echoed in my head, nearly to the point of driving me crazy. They had a regretful and very painful effect on me, like thorns growing inside every part of my body. No one had said such hurtful things to me, except for her mentally unstable best friend who sent those messages at our wedding reception dinner. I can’t believe she even threatened to report me to her high school ex, David, just because he was a judge. Even though I knew she would do it if I didn’t let her go, risking my reputation, I didn’t let her go because of that. I let her go because it was the best and mature thing to do. She had already been hurt too much being here, dealing with my presence and the company of the hooker I brought along and I was hurt too by her words. She needed space, and I understood. We b
Chapter 81RICHARD’S POVAfter I finished cleaning and dressing myself up, I made my way to my room to get some cash to pay the hooker lady. She wasn’t downstairs so I assumed she was still in the room getting dressed, and it made me a little pissed. Just how long will it take her to wear those tiny clothes she came with. Entering my room, I didn’t see her around. I checked the toilet and balcony but she wasn’t still there and it now made me fully pissed and frustrated. Where the fuck was she? What she playing hide and seek with me? She’d better not. I didn’t have time for this. I had way better and more important things to do than searching for her.Entering back my room from the balcony area, I happened to notice that my wallet and expensive custom made watch which were on top of the night stand were missing.“Fuck!” I snarled as I rushed to the nightstand. I pulled the drawer open, only to see the stacks of cash I kept
Chapter 82RICHARD’S POVI couldn’t believe what I was hearing as I stared at her in complete shock. It’s funny how some people can make up such unbelievable lies, even dragging their family into it just to get out of a tough spot—a tough spot she got herself into. Well, I have learned my lesson and that is NO MORE BRINGING IN OF SLUTS TO MY APARTMENT. She might think she is clever, but I’ll show her I’m even smarter.“You bitch of a hoe,” I hurled my words at her like stones. “You think you’re smart, huh? I’ll prove who the clever one really is.”The security guards reluctantly allowed me to take my phone and wallet under close watch. I showed them my ID card and passport in my wallet which bore my details. I used my picture as a screensaver on my phone. I showed them that too and unlocked my phone to show them a couple more pictures of myself to further prove I was the authentic owner of everything she stole. With all that, they were fully convinced and gave it all back to me. I sp
Chapter 83 BIANCA’S POV “Richard?...Richard?...” I couldn’t hear him anymore. I lowered my phone from my ear to see that our call had ended abruptly. He said he was on his way. I didn’t know if he was serious or not, but he was my only hope right now. I didn’t have any other option. I kept trying to control my breathing as I switched off my phone and put it back into my purse. The elevator kept descending for some time till it reached the ground floor. Then it dinged and slid open. Wiping the mix of sweat and tears on my face, I stared outside at the revolving doors just a few feet away from me and also glanced in the direction of the receptionist's desk, hoping to see that oblivious receptionist. Maybe I could go report what Bernard was trying to do to me to her and she would alert the hotel’s security, but I wasn’t even sure the hotel had security. I didn’t see any security men or women around. To my greater surprise and fear, she wasn’t there. She must have gone out or perhaps
Chapter 84RICHARD’S POV I had the greatest shock of my life, my eyes filling with a fierce sparkle on seeing that none other than Ben was trying to drag B violently along with him into the hotel. Clearly, he was the Bernard she said wanted to sedate her and do something bad to her on the phone. It was hard to process; my mind spun wildly in an attempt to process the whole thing. Ben was the one she was going to see and spend the night with dressed up like that? How in the world did this happen? I thought I had him off my tail and off my life for good when we relocated to this part of the city. Didn’t B know that he was the same asshole that tried to force himself on her that night at the club or perhaps she was too drunk to remember? It all seemed surreal to me. The B I knew will never let someone as fucked up as Ben into her life or maybe he somehow tricked her into believing he was someone else. Knowing Ben for a long time in my life, I won’t
Chapter 85 RICHARD’S POV B was awake when we got back to the penthouse. To avoid public eyes and attention, she insisted she could walk fine on her own and I shouldn’t carry her. But she was limping and finding it hard to walk. She even had to take off her shoes when we reached the elevator. “I’m sorry B,” I said as I swiftly lifted her to my arms as if she weighed nothing, taking her by surprise. “I can’t afford to see you walking like that when my two hands are strong and working perfectly. Please let me be a caring husband and carry you.” She didn’t say anything but just looked away with somewhat guilt and pain in her iridescent eyes. She had no other choice than to let me and even though didn’t want to, she was too frail to persist and I wasn’t willing to listen to her and let her go this time. I carried her till we made it to her room and sat her properly on her bed before taking off her shoes. When her tears had dried off, I reached over and took out some tissues for her. S