Sheila was dumbfounded as she stared at herself in the floor-length mirror, she plainly couldn't believe her eyes. Zoey had put in so much work picking out a dress with the fashionable, elegant, and sexy criteria. It had been quite tasking fitting in different dresses before finally settling for this. Even after sighting this one from outside, she still had to try others out, just in case she found anything she might like more -she didn't. Elegance, sophistication, class, even flattering was way too many expectations from a single dress but after the day's long, they had found that dress, alongside the perfect piece of jewelry for it. She stared at the image of herself in the floor-length red dress; a color Zoey had picked specifically stating it would do the job of attraction, with its neckline swooping low, and her back bare left her skeptical.The dress might be sitting upon her skin as soft as petals, its hue the many reds of a rose garden but the thought that she could be tryi
As they made their way over to the parked limousine, his hands fell to the small of her back; directing her to move slightly ahead of himself.Aww! Such a gentleman. She would be swooning if she wasn't already so smittenHe pulled open the door to the car, gesturing for her to precede him into the luxurious vehicle. With a smile of thanks she obliged, planting her butt in the comfortable leather of the car's interiorHe joined her almost immediately, then removed the screen dividing the driver's section from theirs and gave his orders"Sergio, the Beekman please""Alright Sir" the driver whose name was Sergio called back before pulling out of the driveway and onto the traffic"So you never did mention what exactly this charity is for. I mean I know it's to help out the less privileged but which sector is it focused on? Children, widows, single moms, veterans, the world's poor, the hungry, fighting diseases…."Derrick chuckled as Sheila listed off the number of people that could be hel
He was out of the limousine before it even rolled completely to a stop, the bulge between his thighs straining against the fabric of his pants; threatening to rip the restraining zipper openHere he was, all 6ft 2 inches of cold, determined male being brought to his knees by a petite woman, barely up to his chestThe image of her in that form-fitting red dress that outlined every single one of her tempting curves in a body made for sin, and exposed a fair bit of cleavage was more torture than he had ever been faced with - and that was saying something. He had been through an unfair share of torture in his life. He pulled open the door, stretching out an arm to help her out. She smiled graciously, placing her small, soft palms in his large ones.He helped her out as slowly as he would allow, considering the floor length dress and killer heels she had on. Just as she stepped out she placed a hand on his chest with a smile, muttering a "thank you" and started towards the door, not both
Finally, she finished undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt. She pushed it off his shoulder like she did the jacket, then started planting small kisses along his neck His hand wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him as she took her time, trailing her lips over every muscle-packed inch of flesh before her.His breathing hitched as her mouth continued to trail downwards, her hot tongue swirling around a pec that tightened in response. It didn't satisfy her so she repeated the motion again, nipping his pecs softly. Her lips curled over his nipple, suckling on it slowly at first, and then with more vigor; while her fingers worked at the other, making sure to leave no one unattended. She moved her mouth from one to the other, replacing her mouth with her expert fingers as she went to shower her affection on its second. Having had her fill of torture by nipple, she changed direction; and continued the trail south, going lower as her hot mouth planted sweet kisses over ev
Jenna was fuming, her vision gleamed red as she marched over to Derrick's office. The heels of her shoes clicked noisily against the tiled floors as she strutted arrogantly along the hallway.How bold of him to have ignored her because of a mere secretary. Something had to be going on between them, there was no way in hell their relationship was strictly professional.The table outside of his office door sat proudly empty, causing the already dangerous fumes of anger to spike brighter within the furious woman. The amount of privileges his secretary got was beginning to grate on Jenna's nerves, serving as fuel for the suspicious thoughts she so angrily stewed over.She was not surprised in the least to find that she wasn't at work today. In fact, it was expected. If the way Derrick had stared after her the whole night and practically shielded her with his arm around her back was any indication, then she had every right to be worried. The girl was beginning
The shrill, high-pitched sound that left Zoey's mouth was enough to burst Sheila's eardrums into a million tiny pieces; she was so glad it didn't. She could practically feel the excitement pouring off Zoey as she filled her in on her passionate escapades with her boss the previous night."Oh my God! You're literally the luckiest girl alive Sheila" Zoey gushed in excitement, the sound caused Sheila's laughter to break free.Trust Zoey to be overly dramatic over the happenings of her life. After endless seconds of cheerful chatter, she turned serious"What are you leaving out?" Zoey questioned softlySheila, confused, paused her thoughts to give response to Zoey's question."What do you mean?"Zoey sighed long and hard before she answered the question. “I can practically hear the wheels churning in your head. You’re thinking, worse even…you’re overthinking. What is bothering you about all this?”“I d
Derrick spoke quietly on the phone, moving farther away so she didn't hear what was being said.Sheila turned back to the stove and continued staring absently. Hurt pulsed within her at the sudden distance he showcased. How he went from thoughtful and kind to distant in just a little over an hour was a mystery she couldn't solve, but it was one that hurt like hell. She knew it was too good to be true, so she had no one to blame but herself, for letting her guard down.Sheila went through the motion of cooking in a robotic fashion, no longer thrilled by the prospect of preparing something amazing for him. She just wanted to get out of there. She would head over to Zoey's as soon as she was done here, maybe she would also get lost in a bottle of alcohol or two, since she was suddenly an expert at making bad decisions.The food was done, and the table was set before his call ended. Sheila was grabbing some juice from the refrigerator when he walked back into the ki
Derrick sat at the table in the restaurant with a glass of scotch in his hand. He took a burning sip and continued to gaze out at the sea not too far away. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't concentrate enough to get any job done and he couldn't fucking think straight. Sheila was on constant replay in his head, her reactions to what he had said earlier. Everything about the situation was starting to scare him more than usual."A penny for your thoughts?" Jenna said as she dropped into the chair across from him; already waving a waiter over.She had asked to meet him to talk about what had happened in his office back in New York, and he agreed to it, asking that she meet him here. He was already here when she called anyways, so there was no point in asking to meet up elsewhere."A glass of champagne please" she called sweetly to the waiter as soon as he reached the table"Anything else?" the young girl asked, looking between the both of them"Anot
Jenna quickly sat up the moment she saw Sheila.The heck! What the hell was going on here? She thought to herself.She should have just killed the bitch, when she had the chance at the damn island, but no, instead, she had allowed that idiot to persuade her.She should have just killed them both.There was no way Sheila Reese was showing up a week to her wedding with Derrick. This was the exact reason why she wanted to get rid of Jordan.The fool had already threatened that he was going to come to the wedding and ruin it. She couldn't allow that to happen, and now this bitch was showing up.How nice and beautiful. She won't spare her this time."Hey Lucas, there's a change in plan," She said the moment he picked up his call.She would be kidnapping this bitch, and throwing her out of this world, once and for all. She might as well kidnap both Sheila and Jordan and just kill them both. T
It has been almost two months since Sheila made her escape and she hasn't been able to get to the person Mitchell told her about. She had lost the ID card while she was running away from the island and has been living off the street for the past months now.She needed money so she could book the flight she would taking to the States but had not been able to save enough money for that and was starting to give up on the whole thing already.The only thing keeping her strong and going right then was her baby. She wanted her child to live the good life and this was just not it.Sheila was busy thinking of what to do with her life when she saw the news come on. She was working in a store as a part-time cleaner and all the money she earned went for feeding but she tried her best to keep some of the money for the trip.Jenna had been waiting for this all her life. She couldn't believe that this was really happening to her, that she, Jenna Morga
Sheila opened the door and it was just as she predicted. It was Mitchell at the door."Come inside," Sheila said to her as she opened the door wider so she could come in."Let's go inside the room, we don't want anyone to overhear us," she added and took her by the hand, pulling her into the bedroom."Miss Sheila, you need to leave this place as soon as possible," Mitchell said to her immediately they were in the room and Sheila nodded.She still was not used to being called by her name, talk more of being called formally. She still couldn't believe she was some form of rich lady before she had this accident and lost her memory."I want to, I really want to, but I have no idea where I can go or how to leave this place. I don't even know where I am" she said to her.How in the world was she supposed to leave this place?"I have a plan, and I hope it works. I brought some money with me, it's all I have, you shoul
"How am I to be sure that you are not some police sent to spy on me?" Ryan asked her."Of course not. Look here, Sheila is the fiancee of the man I love, and she's pregnant for him. I want her to get lost so I can have him all to myself, that's the only way I can be happy, and I'm very sure that from the look of things you like her as well, so we both want the same thing, so help me here so I can help you as well. Take this money, you can use this to move out of this place and get a better place to stay" She typed, translated to him, and searched through her bag for the money.Lucky for her, she had decided to bring this along with her. She made a lot of money from her diamond necklace that sold and had decided to carry the rest of the money with her, maybe because she didn't trust the hotel enough to keep such huge amount of money there, and she didn't want to keep the money at the bank, she has urgent use and need for it.Jenna brought out th
"Mitchell, I have no idea what's going on with you. What's wrong with you?" Glory asked. She had no idea what was wrong with this cousin of hers.She probably doesn't want to go with me to the market to buy the fish, she thought."Are you doing this because you don't want to follow me to the market?" Glory asked."Of course not. I just want to do something really important, I need you to leave here as soon as possible. Please, I'm really serious, this is serious, you need to leave now, I promise I will find you at the market as soon as I can, please just leave here" Mitchell said to her.Glory was a bit baffled. Mitchell did look serious and didn't seem to be joking."Okay Mich, I will leave and you must come afterward, if not I'm coming here to look for you," she said and left her.Michelle turned and she still saw Jenna there. She went a bit close to her so she could hear what she was saying. She seemed to be asking for d
Jenna woke up very early the next morning, took her bath, and made her way to the airport after packing her bag. She would be going to Spain to deal with that Sheila girl, she just hoped that she finds her there, or rather the damn investigator knows what he was saying.She couldn't afford to waste so much time and effort, even her money, that was so hard for her to get.But she believed he knew what he was saying because she had made some research and she found out that the said fisherman island was at the back of the sea where Derrick's ship was located.The bitch was supposed to have died in the bomb blast, but if she somehow survived, Jenna swore she would make sure that this time around she killed her.She would make sure that that crazy bitch Sheila died by her hands.She got to the airport and boarded her flight, then arrived in Spain.She also found out that most of the people on the fisherman island spoke Spanish a
Jenna quickly came out of the desk, she was almost coughing out but she made sure to cover her mouth and controlled herself. She wouldn't want Derrick to come back here and find her coughing like this, he would definitely know something was wrong.She took her phone from where she put it alongside the keys and tiptoed to the door, making sure not to make any form of noise. She was sure Derrick couldn't be asleep by now, he just went, so there was no way for him to have gone to sleep so fast.She finally made her way outside the house and locked the door. She doubted if Derrick knew anything about the spare key that was kept under the flower pot and even if he did, he had probably forgotten all about it.She would just take the key along with her. She would use this to gain access to the house anytime she felt like it.The next day Jenna woke up quite early, got ready, and left the house. She knew Derick didn't care about her whereabouts, so sh
Derick came back and saw that she had left the living room and was no longer in the main house.Finally, he was able to get that witch off his neck. She could go to hell for all he cared.He brought out his laptop, placing it on the little table by the sitting room. He had created this workspace then because of Sheila. They had just found out she was pregnant and he didn't want her to have to stress herself going to the office, so they had improvised.Now she wasn't here to use the table she had loved.He planned on using it tonight though, hopefully, the owner of the table would come back and use it again.He still had a lot of emails to check and respond to. He would try his best to check as many as he could tonight, so he would have fewer emails to check tomorrow and the day after.He planned on doing this continuously till he was done with them, and just like he did at the office, he would start from the bot
Dean had been trying all he could to get to Mr Derrick but he couldn't seem to get access to him.After he called him this morning and it rang he had not been able to get through to him ever since then.The number was not just connecting and something told him something was definitely wrong.He had considered using another phone to call him but Mr Derrick was a very important and influential man. He doubted if he just picked calls of numbers that were not in his phone book, but he really needed to get to him so he could talk to him about this issue.They needed to find Miss Sheila and now that they had a hint, it was even more reason the case needed to be reopened.He would send him a mail, hopefully, he would get this one and read it.He would be expecting a reply by tomorrow if not he was afraid he might have to close the case, probably Mr Derrick was no longer interested in finding his fiancee.He had