Gina watched as Henry's eyes widened for a moment, before he sighed and ran a hand through his unwashed hair. She had the sudden urge to ruffle it, but instead, she stood in the same spot, waiting for what Henry would say. After her outburst at wanting to have a break from the contract, she didn't know if he would see reason with her anger and frustration. There was ample time for them to go out so it always annoyed her when he seemed to enroach on her personal time. She mildly wondered if he did it on purpose.Meanwhile, Hnery continued to stare at her with an unreadable expression. There was no way to tell how he was feeling, and after matching his look for a few seconds, she broke it and went to sit on the bed. Whatever he wanted to do or say next was up to him, but one thing she wasn't going to do was agree to his demands. Finally, Henry just sighed and shook his head before leaving the room. The sudden move after nearly five minutes of staring at her was surprising, but totally w
Immediately Henry saw his friend of ten years and counting, he felt like running into his arms and hugging him. It was something the frequently did during their school days, but afterwards, both saw themselves as grownups and reverted to hand shakes or one second hugs. However, this wasn't the time for one of those but he struggled to hold it in when Barry walked to him and gave him a hug with a friendly pat on the back. Maybe Henry didn't have to talk, before his friend understood."What's up man? Everything alright at work?" Henry didn't know how to feel about the question, but something about made him upset. Did people really see him as someone who put his work abouve every other thing? Was he gradually turning into a workaholic like his father? Granted, his family and the business had been his only interests and everything else was secondary. Now that his father was no more and his mom appeared to be doing fine on her down, the general assumption of the reason for his anger was wo
From morning till nightfall, only one person occupied Henry's mind and he couldn't believe it. Excessively worrying or fighting over one woman wasn't his style, and he began to wonder if maybe he was truly getting old. He couldn't help but remember something his father always told him before his death. "Henry, one day you're going to find that woman that makes her stomach churn with excitement and dread."Everytime, he denied it and his parents got tired of his antics so much they began to feel he was gay. Soon, his father change the famous phrase to include "man" and that made him feel even worse. If he were to be alive, Henry was sure he would be happy to see his words coming to pass. As he drove into his home, he saw Gina's car parked and the relief that flooded his lungs made him angry. Why would he be so happy that she was at home? He sighed and switched off his car engine, before getting out and heading up the steps to the front door. Immediately he entered, he was greeted by th
The weekend approached them faster than Henry could have thought possible, and before he knew it, they were on their way to the local airport. While going on trips was a regular thing for him, something about this one excited him and it was only through holding back that he wasn't skipping steps all the way. Whether it was because he needed to unwind and relax for a few days, or it was because he was going to see his old friends again, something about the resort weekend made him giddy. Beside him, Gina was totally absorbed in her own world as she sat reading a novel. It was her favourite genre, mystery and from the paper back, it appeared to be crime related.He wanted to engage her in conversation, but quickly decided against it and turned to face the window. Throughout yesterday, she barely spoke two words to him but he was happy when he came back and didn't hear her laughing over the phone. Instead, she spent the night watching television and mumbling to herself. Her obsession with
Night time fell too quickly and one by one, everyone started to retire to their rooms. Eventually, it was remaining Barry and Henry who continued to chat till nearly midnight. He was quite confused on how they were supposed to share one bed, and he nearly ordered for a second room before realizing how absurd that would be. Instead, he tried to put off the sleeping arrangements for as long as he could until Barry practically shooed him away. "Go to your wife, Henry, and try to make things better. I'm off to sleep. Goodnight." He nodded and sat at the balcony for a moment.He wasn't sure how the arrangement was going to be done, and eventually, he decided to just brave it. The resort home they were staying in had five bedrooms, so there was no way he could even find a extra room without alerting his friends. When he reached the door of the allocated room, he sighed and knocked quietly hoping Gina would hear him. He didn't want to barge it on her undressing or doing any other private thi
In a matter of seconds, Henry was at her side repeatedly questioning if she was alright. The others came later, while Barry quickly ran out to call the resort doctor. Gina tried to be strong, but her ankle was throbbing and she was scared to look at it. It seemed like it was broken and she stared at the puddle of water she slipped on with so much disdain. She was annoyed at having fallen like that, and it was a bit embarrassing. However, the care she was getting from everyone was quite thrilling, but that was soon overthrown by the pain again."Oww," she groaned when Henry tried to ascertain the exact place that was sprained. She instantly hit his head while trying not to let her tears drop, but before she could do anything more, Henry's strong hands lifted her off the floor and she wondered in surprise as he carried her to their room and carefully placed her on the bed. The warmth of a few seconds she just experienced lingered in her mind and against her will, she found herself wishi
Gina wasn't really expecting him to agree to her suggestions, but at the same time, she could see something breaking or maybe forming, she wasn't sure. Either way, there was no need to hide the smile that enveloped her face when he uttered those three words. Maybe, this resort trip would actually help them get somewhere. Still, she knew she would have to form the conversation because Henry wasn't much of a talker, and the things she knew about him were only because she asked questions, specific ones. As she thought more about him, her injury hurt less but she knew better than to move it."You know, I really like your friends. They seem interesting and the stories. Wow. You guys must have been wild in school." She didn't know what she was expecting, but seeing all five guys hug so passionately and with so much vigour surprised her. A part of her expected them to be similar to her husband, brooding and calculated. However, they were the exact opposite and again at her will, she found he
Gina blinked her eyes open in surprise. Instantly, she yawned and stretched which amazed her and she tried to look around. Had she slept off? It seemed so, because the last thing she remembered was talking to Henry after which he decided to get some snacks, and she never saw him again. She sat up in bed, trying hard not to let her make move. It still hurt like mad, but Gina quickly noticed that it tended to hurt less when she was not thinking about it. So she tried to focus her thoughts on anything, anything else and when her eyes strayed to the window, she realized it was night time.When had time flown by so fast, she thought and suddenly, she yawned again. Yes, she needed to get something for them to eat. She remembered seeing a woman cooking at the house, and it wasn't one of the wives so it had to be a resort help. Gina was stuck between lying in bed and waiting for Henry to come, or risk moving her ankle to quench the hunger gradually building up inside her. After a few minutes,
"Fine then, I'll do just as you have Said.. I'll have to be nicer to them but not close… it's fine then but I'll love it if you can desist from calling me names like fool, dummy etc. I do not really find it funny…" I said in protest, my Hands clasped together and then placed on my chest."I'll only stop calling you those names when you stop acting like one, got it?" I heaved a sigh. Angie raised her head to me."Are you by chance talking to me because you heard you say something just now?" She asked with a smile. I sabttr to snap at her but then I remembered the words of that being and I immediately changed my mind."No I wasn't. I was thinking of something the other time.. by the way… why hasn't this chef brought our meals…" I mumbled as I rose to my feet. I walked towards the Kitchen and was about walking in when I saw him approaching with two dishes on the tray."Hi Regina! Would you like to eat on the dinning table or in the sitting room?""The sitting room!" We chorused in unison
There was a certain thrill that came from planning a wedding. Whether an arranged marriage, a love marriage or in my case, a contract. Especially if the intended groom happened to own a whole lot of money. A private chaffeur, fancy parties, trips toworld-renowned designers, all expense paid stylists, helps to attend to my every need. But, the best part–seconded by the Annex card–was the popularity. In the weeks leading up to the wedding, Gina's name was all over the news, bringing in both positive and negative reviews. Suddenly, everyone had an opinion they felt entitled to especially the receptionist and secretaries in Thorn Corp.She saw the questions and accusations on their faces, some felt she did not deserve it, while others asked if blackmail was the reason. Why would a billionaire want to marry an unknown face, an ordinary secretary? If there was one thing they agreed on, any publicity was good publicity. He needed the media to see him as a humble CEO who fell for his 'number
Chloe"Five days end today," I groaned as soon as we stepped into the house. David and I had just arrived from meeting with the judge in charge of the case with Tristan.I was so damn tired. I could eat a whole freaking horse. Yes, it does David said as I lowered myself onto a sofa. Our trip seemed successful. Tristan would stand trial come Monday for stealing my parents' company. Soon, everything would all fall into place. Addison wasn't home. She had mentioned meeting up with certain people from college. I suppose she deserves to have some fun. She had been hard at work on my behalf ever since we moved back to South Carolina. "Adele and her nanny aren't home yet," I observed, whipping out my phone to call Melissa. "Hi Miss Montgomery," she muttered melissa was a shy timid woman who rarely spoke up. Sure she had pretty hair, but somehow I felt that Adele would give her a tough time. She was quite an impulsive child who could throw a tantrum Whenever things did bit go her way. "
Just before Gina called Mr. Cornwell, she decided to go visit her mother. It was a combination of two reasons, mostly because she hasn't seen the woman in a long time and because her best friend also wanted to see her. She was feeling really guilty about how she had neglected to see her mother these last few weeks, but it was not due to the fact that she was busy or something. Rather, she was just that a negligent with a lot of places in her life but she quickly shook her head. If she was being honest with herself, there was absolutely no excuse for what she did.With that in mind, she quickly turned to her friend and thanked her for making her to be able to see her mother again. She didn't know what she would have done without the girl in her life, but she said nothing and together they went to visit the woman. Her personal chaffeur had already been informed about her impending visit and by the time she stepped out, the car was ready and all they needed to do was go inside and wait f
The next morning, Hevry was up earlt because he needed to catch his flight which was scheduled for eight am, and considering the fact that it was very impromptu, he had to tell the executives at the office. They were shocked and a few mumbled about the sudden decision, but all in all, they agreed to work without him for a week and all that was left was to tell Gina. As he dressed up, he couldn't help but remember the argument he had with his wife last night, and before the call came in, he was hoping to settle with her last night but apparently, it would no longer be possible.Within minutes, he finished dressing up and went downstairs where he realized that Gina was already sitting at the dining table. The first thing he noticed was that she was still clad in her nightwear, which meant she had just woken up from sleep. Could it be that she had done it for him, he whispered, and despite himself, he smiled. Maybe, she was finally seeing reason with his decision. He was already at the f
Gina watched as he frowned for some seconds before finally sighing and putting his hands in his pockets. His gestures didn't really seem like he was open to listening, but at least, it was better than when his arms were folded and he just looked like she was disturbing. She really wanted him to understand why she was so interested in doing the modelling, even though he wouldn't be the one to ultimately decided if she did it or not. Normally, she night not even have told him. Maybe he would just hear that she had settled into it.But with her new feelings for him came new responsibilities. Since they were dating and he had plans of being serious, she felt obligated to share the details of her life with him. But as the days passed and he gave her an attitude, she regretted it more and more. In hindsight, she should have known that he wasn't the kind of person to bend easily but she also hasn't suspected that he would be so averse to modelling. Internally, she was really annoyed at the w
Henry wanted so bad to follow Gina up the stairs to her room, but before he heard the lock turning, he already knew it wouldn't be possible. It was clear as day to see that she was really upset with him, and while he understood why, he also didn't want to allow her to go into the world of modelling. If advicing her meant that they wouldn't speak anymore that might, he was easy to live with that. With his mind set on that, he headed upstairs as well and in few minutes, he was already in the bathroom.More than anything, he loved Gina and wanted her to be respected at all costs. Apart form her being his wife which came with a lot of respect, and prestige, she was also a woman who deserves to be valued. Not sleazy looking. Henry knew it was wrong to refer to the women like that, but a lot of times, that was how he saw them. Always scantily dressed and ready to engage in other things. The public didn't know much about him, but given who he was, he was sometimes privy to underground inform
As the chaffeur drove them home, Gina failed to understand why Henry was stopping her. She even tried to think about whether the man he was talking to had annoyed him in some way, so much so that he wanted to rub it off on her and stop her from doing what she wanted. Even though she had never really thought about becoming a model or something like that, she had always wanted a chance at spotlight. A chance for people to see how beautiful she was, on the outside. Though it was still a good thing, she sometimes got tired of having to rely on her inner beauty.In some sort of way, it sounded vain but she had long realized that in order to be happy, sometimes you needed to be selfish and put yourself out there. When she decided to go to the function with Henry, she didn't even given much thought to her outfit except the fact that she looked amazing in it. However, people complimented her on it so much detailing how it fit her body size and texture. If she was being honest with herself, it
Before Gina realized it, she and Mr. Cornwell were deep in conversation with Henry inputting something every now and then. She had learned he was a fashion icon for one of the leading designers in the country, and he was currently on the lookout for new models. Apparently, he was at the party to scout for anyone who seemed like they fit the type, and she found herself enthralled by his stories. For the first time since she arrived the party, she was actually holding a conversation with someone. Not just being by her husband's side while they discussed politics and things she didn't know about.Even though she felt that Henry wasn't very comfortable with the discussion, she couldn't help but feel a certain sense of power. She was the kind of person who actively followed style brands and fashion icons, so most of the things Mr. Cornwell said were actually stuff she could relate to and have an opinion of. After a moment of them just talking, Henry excused himself to go and greet one of t