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,
Henry woke up with a weight on his shoulders, and he groaned softly before blinking his eyes open. It was already morning and the sun glinted into his eyes, causing him to squint and use his free hand to shield himself. After a few moments, he tried to use his other arm as saw that it appeared to be trapped. Still feeling groggy from sleep, he turned to his other side to ascertain the cause of his problem. He was already feeling like it was body ache or something had jammed his hand in the night, but nothing prepared him for what he saw. His hand was curled around Gina's lower body and she in turn, faced him with her head on his shoulder and she looked so peaceful.He tried and failed to understand how the whole thing happened, and he found himself going back to the details of last night. Apparently, after Gina walked in on him having his bath, he found himself getting hard. Still, he watched as she friend red and tried to leave, but not after she made sure to examine every inch of hi
When Gina finally came out of the bathroom spending as much time as she did last time, he waited for a few minutes before yawning and stretching like he had just woken up. In reality, a part of him wanted Gina to come back and start admiring him all over again, but after seeing that the moment had passed, he decided to get out of bed. Apart from the fact that he wanted to see her and watch how she was doing, he also needed to ask his friends if they would still be up for staying an extra day. Left to him, he really wanted to do it but he had the feeling his wife wasn't really into it. As he faked a yawn and rubbed his eyes to get rid of the sleep, he could feel her watching him. He wondered why she was being quiet, especially after what happened last night. It was still hard to believe that Gina climbed into bed with him of her own accord and looking at her face in the sunlight, he couldn't tell if she was red from the hot bath or she was blushing. Either way, she caught him staring a
our hours later, Gina still felt enraged by her husband's behaviour. How could he have left her and her injured leg to go back to work so suddenly? She was fuming, but who could she take it out on? Her friends had come over and spent some time trying to cheer her up, and for those moments, she didn't think about her husband. However, they certainly had to leave at some point and now, she was back to her default settings. A part of her felt like calling him to pour out her anger, especially as her feelings only proved to be right. She felt hurt that at the end, everything was just a fluke and once they were back home, he was so eager to allow her be.Feeling angry and a bit vengeful, she picked her phone and called the one person that would come running. Ken. On the third ring, he picked up and the first thing she noticed was how breathless he sounded. What had he been doing? It was two in the afternoon, and she didn't want to assume so she instantly inquired. "You sound breathless. Is
Beside her Ken ran a hand through his velvety soft hair. "Sorry for the smell. I wanted to cover it up, but I guess it didn't work." Gina smiled and tried to shrug it off, as they sat down. She wasn't quite ready to talk about the fact that some things truly never changed, so she was grateful when Ken went to the kitchen and began to ask about her trip. Soon, they settled into a comfortable conversation and until the food was cooked, neither of them shut up. Apparently, Ken was looking for a side job so he could save money and open his own electronics workshop.She had seen him working and he was good at it, but there was no other way to help apart from offer emotional support. As the hours passed, they laughed and played games while Gina tried to remember all the while that this guy could easily break her heart again if she let him. It was nearly nightfall wen she decided to start going home, and Ken offered to drop her off."No, you don't
Roses were not her favourite flowers. That's was the first thing that popped into Gina's mind when she came into he house and saw everywhere littered with roses of every colour. She was allergic to them until a few years ago when the doctor confirmed she had grown out of it. So, seconds after coming back from Ken's house, she was already annoyed. However, the bigger question was who bought them? Coming in, there was no sign of Henry's car so she assumed he wasn't back home. Where he had gone was a mystery to her, but for now, she was focused on finding where the trail of flowers led to.Slowly, she went upstairs aided by the railings as she refused the driver from coming with her into the house. By the time she reached the top of the stairs, it was easy to see that everything trailed to her room and she frowned in confusion. Had someone mistakenly ordered the bouquets and somehow, it came to the house? The men in her life weren't up to the task at all, so a case
"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