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
Third Person’s P.O.V“Can’t we just go in together?” Davien asked in a pleading tone and took Miranda’s hands in his in an attempt to convince. She shook her head.“We may be together but you’re still my boss and I don’t want to let any outside energy ruin that. People already say stuff about us, and this will only confirm it,” she responded, going over to the coffee machine in the kitchen and preparing some for them both.Davien sighed. “If you’re this adamant at this stage, what more when you become my spouse?” he said, deflated at the situation. If it were up to him, he would have gone in the streets parading about the fact that he was finally with the women whom he’d desired for so long and fallen deeply, and hopelessly in love with. She set the cup of freshly brewed espresso with cream in front of him and kissed his cheek. “Patience, my love. We only started dating and you’re already talking about marriage?” she laughed, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her clo
Miranda’s P.O.VHave you ever imagined that you could have been living with a potential killer for a couple of years?Well, I’ll tell you that I haven’t and yet in my heart of hearts, I knew that Michael was capable of such a heinous crime. But it still baffled me that he had it in him to murder someone in cold blood, and someone who was with child. All this time I thought he’d done all that he could so that he could have the happy life with Camille, and earlier today, I was convinced that they had gotten their perfect getaway…only to hear this.And for a split second, I felt bad for her. I was under the notion that she was in love with him and that he’d fallen for her too, but after what he did, that was completely out of the question. It all boiled down to the fact that Michael only cared about himself, and he didn’t love anyone. After all, he was raised by a monster and a nonchalant/absentee father. How could he have turned out any better?Both Davien and Donovan looked at me, as I
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
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