Davien’s P.O.V“What the f—k?” I bellowed in disbelief and indignation; my eyes fixated on the two individuals who were having a lot more fun in the sheets than they should have. In fact, they shouldn’t even be in that position. “Mum…dad?” When they heard my voice, they both pulled apart from their intense lovemaking and rushed to cover up their unclothed bodies. “Son, what are you doing here?” my father screeched in horror, covering his lower half with the duvet whilst my mother scrambled to put a silk robe on, but I’d already seen too much. I’d seen enough to scar me for life. Of all the things that could have happened today, it just had to be this. There were so many questions buzzing inside my head, and I was starting to feel a little lightheaded. Sure, there was the occasional mistake of a child walking in on their parents being intimate, but this isn’t the case here. I, a grown man, had just witnessed my parents in the act of adultery because they were both married, but not to
Miranda’s P.O.V“So where is it that you’re taking me?” Davien asked, buckling up his seat belt.I started the engine and then backed out of the driveway. “When you drove me here, you told me not to ask you where we were going. So, not it is your turn to sit quietly and stew in suspense,” I answered cleverly with a smirk, and he rolled his eyes.A forty-five minute drive later and we were parked in front of one of my favourite places in the whole world. Davien leaned over in his seat to get a better view of the bold letters decorating the façade of the building before he graced me with a flat look. “A bowling alley?” he asked me, unimpressed.I smiled. “Yep,” I replied, popping the p. “I hope that you can play because I just might kick your ass today, Huxley,” I added coolly before jumping out of the SUV. After locking the car, we strode into the alley, where there were many people in different coloured shirts and the smell of bowling wax. It had been a while since I’d been here, and
Miranda’s P.O.VMoving from my right side to my left, I stretched my limbs slightly, but I could feel emptiness on the bed. Taking a peek with one eye, I noticed that I was now the only occupant of the king-sized bed and judging by the coldness of the cotton sheets, the other occupant had left the bed a long time ago. Rising on my forearms, I released a huge yawn and turned around to sit against the headboard. The sun had long risen and the memories of last night and early this morning came flooding back.It was undoubtedly the best night/morning of my life, even though I was severely exhausted afterwards. Davien had skills, I’d give him that and he certainly didn’t hold back. At the foot of the door, I could see my negligee sprawled on the floor, now in tatters. Just like he had said, he had literally ripped it off my body before devouring me like a hungry lion. I clenched my legs together at the thought and sighed. The feel of his body on mine was still lingering, and I already felt
Third Person’s P.O.VMichael had already woken up in a foul mood after having been told by his mother that she had found Miranda and Davien making out publicly at some bowling alley. Of course it was bound to happen that the two would end up together, their chemistry was off the charts and it was especially evident at that blasted photoshoot at Gewel Co the previous week. The worst part about it all was that he couldn’t a damn about it, i.e. punch the living shit out of Davien because that was his boss!The odds just had to be against him, and now he had to suffer in silence as he watched the one woman who he’d ever loved unknowingly end up in the arms of another man. It was sickening and driving him to the brink of insanity. He knew he had to do something about it, to at least try to pull them about but there really wasn’t much that he could do to win Miranda back. He’d treated her like trash and abused her in more ways than one, all because he had been blinded by the rotten words he
Miranda’s P.O.VThe week went by so fast that I had no idea where the days had gone, and today was Friday. What had begun as a fairly interesting week by now had become routine and mundane. After that magical night I spent with Davien, he became so busy with work that we barely got to talk. He’d be in meeting after meeting, both physical and via zoom. And I was just there acting as his trusted assistant, making sure that his life wasn’t as hard. But that didn’t mean we didn’t have our fair share of stolen kisses, embraces and other things.Today had begun like any other workday, and I was in my office before eight o’clock. Davien was also in his office, preparing for the big expansion in France and was already working on one in Italy and Brazil as well. I left my office for a short while to make his coffee, although he had already had one at home but now that he needed to be more vigilant, he’d have me preparing at least three per day. I’d warned him about overdosing on the caffeine,
Third person’s P.O.VDavien had never felt this conflicted in his life, and it was no because he was right in the middle of talks concerning a huge deal. It was because the woman who had been on his mind 24/7 was somewhere out there in a club, probably being shamelessly ogled by perverts of all kinds and he wasn’t there to stop it. What bothered him the most was that he knew he technically had no say over what she did because they weren’t even together.And that was when he realised how much of a fool he had been. They were in love, so what was stopping him from making it official that he wanted to be with her indefinitely? She must have thought he’d used her for intimacy, and that he didn’t even want to be with her. Setting aside his work, he picked up his cellular device and dialled Donovan’s number. “What’s up, d-bag?” he greeted cheerfully.“Don, I think I might have screwed up,” he admitted in shame, running a hand through his already unruly raven hair. Donovan paused for a few
Third Person’s P.O.VIt was approximately nine thirty in the evening on Friday when Michael arrived at the venue he’d said he’d be meeting Camille at for their grand escape. Of course, it was all a guise so that he could lure her out and execute the plan he’d promptly prearranged with the help of his mother. When he’d informed her about what was happening, and how much of a threat Camille had become, Roxanne was quick to jump to action and helped him with the details on how they’d get rid of her… permanently.The Glock he’d purchased yesterday during his lunch break was safely stashed in the dashboard, but soon he’d bring it out and then he’d do exactly what he’d been wanting to do for the past couple of days. Camille had tested his limits and because of her, he was on the brink of ruin, unless he chose to play along to her tune. That was something Michael was not willing to do, much less for some bimbo he’d been using.His Mercedes was parked right in the outskirts of Huntsville, whe
Miranda’s P.O.VI moaned softly as I stretched my somewhat aching limbs before slowly opening my eyes to the blinding light. I sat up, covering my bare chest with the bed sheet, and looked around the room, searching for its owner but he was nowhere in sight. Last night turned out to be more energetic than the last time we’d been together and when he finally let me sleep, I was dead to the world. But unlike last time, today was Saturday which meant he didn’t have to go to work, so where was he?The door opened and in strolled the man in question, half naked with only pyjama pants and a food tray in his hands. His infectious smile was almost dazzling, and he set down the tray on the beside table before sitting on the bed and leaning for a kiss. “Good morning, love,” he said against my lips.I held the back of his head and caressed the hair towards the nape. “It is a good morning, that is, if it’s still morning. Almost didn’t let me sleep,” I scolded him playfully and he chuckled, taking
8 Months LaterMiranda’s P.O.V“I’m so jealous of Davien right now. I know Angela would never do any of this for me,” Jeremy huffed as he put up the last of the decoration in the dining room.Angela stuck her tongue out at him before making her towards the table, putting the utensils into place. “Firstly, you’re an ingrate so no matter how much I do for you, you always find a way to under appreciate it and me in the process. I’ve given up on trying to surprise you after that whole lingerie incident,” she pointed out with a scowl.My eyebrows rose in intrigue. “Lingerie? You never told me about that. Please do tell me what happened,” I beamed, bringing over a bouquet of orchids to be the centre piece.“Well, for our one month anniversary, I might have made a trip to a store and bought us a matching set of lingerie. Jeremy here wasn’t at all pleased about it,” she huffed with an eye roll.Jeremy gave her a flat look. “Are you kidding me? Your set was sexy as hell but mine? That was a fr
Third Person’s P.O.VSome hours later, Miranda was tied up on a chair in some abandoned warehouse looking place, blindfolded. As soon as they landed, she had had her vision obscured, for some reason. It’s not like she would know where they were anyways or have anyway of contacting anyone about her location. Whilst everything that was happening threatened to make her have a freak panic attack, she relied on breathing patterns. It had already been a couple of hours and the atmosphere was becoming too tense for her to breathe. Now that she thought about it, the food she’d consumed on the aeroplane was quite horrendous. Yet again, what did she expect from a plane chattered by Michael, some gold-digging cheap skate? It had given her indigestion, probably because her baby had rejected it too.Her baby… She’d been thinking about the child nonstop. Miranda had never quite thought about motherhood before but after this morning, it was all she could think about. With Michael, he had made it cl
Davien’s P.O.VOf all the news I’ ever received in my life, besides just hearing that the love of my life went missing a short few hours ago, this is by far the most numbing of all. I was so dazed by the doctor’s words that I dropped my phone and stood there in paralysis.All colours must have drained from my face because the bodyguards rushed to me to check if I wasn’t having an aneurysm or something of the sort. Mathias picked up my phone and ended the call, before placing it on the huge mahogany work desk. “Sir, are you okay? Would you like me to call an ambulance?” he asked warily but his words fell upon deaf ears.My whole world had literally tilted on its axis. On the one hand, I felt this inexplicable elation at the thought of having a child with Miranda but then the harsh reality was that she was currently still at large, which only made the situation more dire. The door to my office burst open and my mother strolled in, eyes bright and lips red as always, dressed in an elega
Miranda’s P.O.VAs Michael forced me along the side path we were walking on, I made a mental note to not panic because that wouldn’t be good for me or the baby. Plus, that’s what he wanted, for me to be scared and whimper in his presence but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I’d already made a fool of myself in his presence multiple times, I wouldn’t be doing that again. “This is a little over the top, don’t you think?” I said in a snide tone, and I earned a scowl from him. “I knew you were desperate, but this is really low. I just don’t understand why you can’t get over me even after all those horrible things you said and did to me. If you loved me, then you’d have never done that shit,” I sniffed, and he pressed the gun harder into my back.For a moment, he pulled me into a conveniently placed alley along the way and had me pressed against the wall. “I was very blind back then, and I thought I didn’t love you. It only took losing you for me to realise that you are the lo
Miranda’s P.O.VYou know, as someone who had been a fan of romance novels and films alike in my teenage years, I always found it very astounding when a female lead would unexpectedly wind up pregnant with the child of the hot and charismatic male lead, in fact, it was a popular trope for me. But now that the exact same scenario was happening in my life, all I could feel was complete numbness.Me…pregnant? I am pregnant, with Davien’s kid?I hadn’t thought about it much when I’d skipped my period some days ago, call it an oversight on my part but I thought the monthly bleeding was bound to show up any minute now. When the doctor smiled at me broadly, I just sat there like a mindless drone waiting for some shockwave to bring me to life. I’d hoped that I had some stomach flu, but this is a lot more serious than I’d anticipated. Was I really pregnant?“I can tell from your reaction that this is very shocking and most probably your first child. But I can assure you the tests are very concl
Miranda’s P.O.V“I just wish that I had a boyfriend who could take me out on fancy yachts and fly me to Paris for a romantic getaway,” Angela whined, a pout visible on her face. She was at her apartment whilst I was still some 10 000 feet in the air, a few of hours away from touching down in France.I laughed as I held the phone up. “This is not a romantic getaway, it’s business. Besides, I’m sure that Jeremy is a great boyfriend anyhow,” I argued lightly, resulting in her rolling her eyes at me.“He’s just no hot, half-Italian billionaire. Tell me, does Davien have any friends available?” she asked before her phone was abruptly grabbed from her and Jeremy’s face popped up on the screen. He didn’t look at all amused by Angela’s words, and a little frumpy from waking up from a nap I surmised.“I think this call had reached it’s end. Enjoy your trip, Mira babe. And pray that your stupid friend and I wouldn’t have killed each other by the time you come back,” he grumbled groggily before
Davien’s P.O.VI pushed the heavy weight with all my might for about the umpteenth time since I woke up. I had been at the bench press, trying to channel my inner frustration and pent-up stress into some time in my personalised home gym, even though working out since 2 a.m. in the morning can be deemed absurd by many. My upper body was so sweaty like I’d walked through the Sahara Desert, but instead of feeling like a piece of bacon on a grill, I felt refreshed and empowered. I was mainly aggravated due to this whole Kidman being on the run situation. Granted, I had hired a small army to protect Miranda at all times, but somehow that didn’t make me feel any less worried about her safety. It had only been a little over three weeks since Camille’s murder and still, the police had no idea where that bastard was hiding. I’d always considered the feds to be quite incompetent, but this just took it to another level. I mean, Michael didn’t even have that much influence or prowess when it cam
Third Person’s P.O.VHis getaway had been perfect but now, because of his recklessness, he was on the list of wanted criminals. It hadn’t occurred to Michael that he’d someday end up on Interpol’s radar, and it wasn’t as exhilarating as it was depicted in all those action-packed thrillers he’d watched over the years.Being on the run sucked because he had to keep a low profile and be always on alert. If he played his cards right, he might not end up ever getting caught and he’d be able to exact his revenge on Davien and Miranda. Their chartered plane had taken them all the way to Marseille, France where he’d purchased a sweet little home using one of his offshore accounts, he’d prepared months ago. It was where he’d stashed his secret money that he’d made from all the clients he’d dealt with at Hux & Co. Though dishonest, it was a very lucrative way to make money, and with all the down time he’d had to himself investing in other businesses under a guise, he’d made even more money tha
Miranda’s P.O.VI walked into the cafeteria; pulse unsettled. Tensions were still thick, since I’d found out my e-husband had murdered his lover just yesterday. I’d skipped lunch yesterday due to lack of appetite but today, I was really famished. I hadn’t eaten much in the morning and last night, even though Davien tried by all means to convince me to do so but I just couldn’t. The thought of ever having been entangled with Michael made my skin crawl and my stomach twist painfully.Exhaling inaudibly, I made it to the lunch line and got a serving of today’s special before finding my way over to our usual table. To my surprise, only Jeremy was occupying the space and he looked a little bit distracted. “Hey Jeremy,” I greeted before plopping down next to him.He glanced at me fleetingly and offered a half-hearted smile. “Hey, baby doll. Where were you yesterday?” he asked immediately, and I looked down at my plate in disdain. “I had a lot of work, so I couldn’t come to lunch,” I lied i