As the days passed, Jay successfully negotiated the deal for Luxury Dive Hotel, which was under Yohan Dixon's ownership. The news of Jay's achievement and appointment as the CEO quickly circulated, spreading across various media platforms, creating a buzz and drawing attention to his recent accomplishment. Jemma lay on her bed on her stomach reading a book when her phone rang, displaying Jay's name on the screen, instantly lighting up her face. "Hey," she answered the call. "What're you up to, honey?" He asked. "Just reading," she replied. "Have you checked the news?" "Have you…?" Jemma's excitement grew and she straightened. "I got the Luxury Dive deal," Jay announced. Jemma's eyes widened in surprise. "And my dad just announced at a press conference that I'm becoming the CEO." "Congratulations, Jay," Jemma cheered. "Dad's throwing a party, and you're coming," Jay invited. "Okay, I'll be there," she agreed. "And that's when I'll talk to your dad, and we'll announce our e
Just then, Sara smiled brightly, relieving all of their tension. "So, these were your plans for tonight!" Sara said to Jemma. "I'm sorry, Aunt," Jemma replied. Sara held her hand and said, "You look beautiful, Jemma." Jay looked at them in confusion. Jemma turned to Jay and said, "Jay, this is Aunt Sara, Jimmy's mother." Jay smiled with a relieved sigh. Eric said to Sara, “You scared the kids. What were you trying to do?” Sara retorted, “And you never mentioned you have such a handsome son.” Eric shrugged, “Who doesn’t know?” Sara glared at him, “We've been friends for so long, and I didn't know about this?” "Okay, now you know," Eric responded. Just then, people started dancing on the stage as the lights dimmed. Eric turned to Jay, “What are you waiting for? Take her to the dance floor.” Jay extended his hand to Jemma. She glanced at Sara, who nodded in approval. Jemma gently placed her hand in Jay's, and they headed to the stage. Eric and Sara watched them from a dista
This intense chemistry between them in the bedroom was mirrored in Jay as he danced with Jemma, who held onto him. Her scent captivated him, and he drew her nearer, inhaling her fragrance from her neck. Jemma suddenly lifted her head from his shoulder, meeting his gaze with an intense look in his eyes. Sensing something different, she felt his firm hold on her waist tightening. "Jemma..." Jay leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed him away gently, saying, "Jay... Here…" Observing her hesitation, Jay glanced around, realizing that perhaps the presence of people nearby made her uncomfortable. "Let's find a quieter place," he suggested. They exited the bustling party hall and headed towards the lobby, which was now vacant. Jemma stood by the railing, holding onto it, while Jay watched her from a distance, standing behind her. She had turned her back, revealing her bare, fair skin. "It's surreal, isn't it? I never imagined us deciding to tie the knot," Jemma said with excitement. Ja
Sara blinked rapidly, still in disbelief. "Eric, what are you doing here? Where's Kevin?" "Who's Kevin?" Eric asked, puzzled. "Don't play games, Eric. Where is Kevin?" Sara's voice trembled. "Sara, it feels like you dreamed up your late husband last night." Eric smirked. "Eric, stop it! Tell me where Kevin is!" Sara's frustration grew. "Looks like the hangover is hitting you hard. I'll get you some lemonade," Eric said, getting up and calling housekeeping. "Can you send up a lemonade, please?" Turning back to Sara, he saw her still in shock. Sitting by her on the bed, he said lovingly, "Sara, freshen up. I'll give you a ride." Shaking, Sara asked, "Eric, what happened last night?" Eric gazed at her quivering lips, raised his hand, and gently brushed his fingers across them. "We were both drunk, Sara. It is not wrong. We've longed for this passion for years," Eric tried to reassure her. Tears welled up in
"Okay," Jay nodded. "I'm not exactly sure how you're expecting things between us, but for me, I don't want to get tangled in anything until we're hitched. I've seen my mom suffer for years. I was close to her and knew her pain. It's not that one kiss would do any harm, but after that, things might spiral out of control. I don't want to go down that road. I don't know how you see it, but for me, it's about... my fear. It's not like what happened between my parents will definitely happen to us. Things could turn out good or bad... no one can predict it. But I just can't shake off my fear." "Finished?" He asked. Jemma nodded. "Now, hear me out. You're right that one kiss won't wreck anything, and I know myself—I won't be able to stop there. I get where you're coming from after witnessing your mom's story, but all I can ask is for you
Sara Owen lay on her bed, her thoughts racing. She remembered hearing Kevin's voice last night and leaning into his arms, regretting that action now. After pondering, she couldn't remember any moment of illusion, so she concluded she was drunk and mistook Eric for Kevin. Regardless, the truth remained that she had slept with Eric, and she was Yohan's wife. Feeling regretful and down, she stood up.Shortly after, Yohan came into the bedroom. Sara felt nervous but attempted to smile as she saw him return from work. He tossed his blazer aside, approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a deep kiss on her lips. Sara didn't resist; she knew this was typical whenever he returned from lengthy business trips. After a passionate kiss, unable to control his desires, he unbuttoned her shirt, burying his face in her neck to catch her natural alluring scent. Sara tried to push him away."What are you doing, Yohan?" "Sara, you know I hate being asked stu
On the not-so-great morning with the sun peeking out, Sara Owen was all set in the dining room waiting for Yohan Dixon to join her for breakfast. However, he was a no-show. While Jemma, Sara, and Jia were having breakfast, Nisha burst in and told Sara, "Madam, Sir just left all suited up." Sara let out a sigh, "Okay." Jia asked, "Sa Mom, dad seems super busy. He hasn't had breakfast with us since he got back from the business trip. And he will not drop me at school." "Hmm...Today... Andrew will drop you at school." "Okay, Sa Mom." Jemma's phone pinged, and a message from Jay popped up saying, "I'm coming over for dinner tomorrow." Jemma looked at Sara with a touch of sadness, "Aunt..." Sara seemed lost in thought, not hearing Jemma. "Aunt..." Jemma tried again. "Huh?" Sara snapped out of her thoughts. "Jay's coming for dinner tonight." Sara felt uneasy, "Jay..." "Yeah, you told him to come over for dinner... If you're busy, I can..." "No no... Ask him to come. Don't say
It was ten o’clock. Jemma held Gracie’s photo frame close to her heart, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Placed gently on her bed was the wedding gown that Gracie had once chosen for her own wedding when Ryan proposed to her. Jemma felt a deep pang of sorrow, knowing how eagerly Gracie had prepared for her special day, only for fate to cruelly take her away before she could marry Ryan. "Mom... Can you hear me?" Jemma spoke softly, her voice trembling with emotion as she addressed the photo. "I wish you were here. You would've loved to see me in wedding gown. You had so many dreams for me... for us. We were supposed to plan this together, my wedding. You were so excited about it, weren't you?" She paused, fighting back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I miss you every day, especially today... on this day when I'm supposed to feel the happiest. It's not fair, Mom. Why did you have to leave me so soon?" Jemma's voice quivered with a mix of grief and longing. Gently runn