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
After a couple of hours, Henry finally decided to go back to the house and get on with his life. He still couldn't believe that after everything, Gina had blown him off like it wasn't worth it. He sighed and switched off his car engine, looking up into his wife's room. The lights were turned off and he mildly wondered where she was. She wasn't supposed to get out of bed until after a couple of days, but his guard informed him about the hours she had spent with Ken and it made him boil in ager. Maybe she was getting something from him and didn't see the point of being with him anymore. However, he shrugged and got out of the car with the intention of going straight to his room.He wasn't in the mood to see her or say anything to anyone, but immediately he got into the house, the cook rushed forward to meet him. It was as if she had been waiting for him, and against his will, he asked her, "Has my wife had dinner?" The woman nodded her head and Henry just nodded as well. So, that meant
All through work, Henry found it hard to focus. First, it was the weird looks some of the board members, including Mr. Luther, kept giving him. At first, he found it odd because they were staring at him like they knew something he didn't but after a while, Henry realized that it was mainly because they weren't expecting to see him at work until the following week. He couldn't blame them though, because he too had not been expecting to resume work so his mind wasn't really into it. However, they roped him in and gave him an update of how things had been running.During the meeting, Henry caught his father's best friend looking at him in annoyance and he almost couldn't stop himself from taunting the man with an outstretched tongue. So, he gave him a mischievous smile instead and watched as he frowned in annoyance before turning back to listen to the meeting. For all his efforts at trying to focus in the work of the day, he found himself thinking about the beautif
Gina slowly counted the hours till she could get out of the house and go out with Ken. It wasn't like she was missing him or anything, but she felt a bit locked up and besides, Henry would soon be home. The events of last night continued to replay in her head and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that maybe she was in the wrong for blantantly rejecting his gifts. At that time, she was still raw from the eventful weekend they had and doubts had started to creep into her mind. So, accusing him again seemed like the easiest thing to do.In the middle of her thoughts, a call came in from Ken and she slowly moved towards the window where she saw his car waiting outside. She smiled and was about to start going downstairs when she looked ahead and saw one of Henry's guards on a phone call. The first thing on her mind was that he was reaching out to her husband, and she suddenly began to feel nervous. If she went ahead with the date, Henry might find them and get upset or m
When Ken dropped her off half an hour later, they barely exchanged the words before he bid her a goodnight and drove away from her driveway. Gina placed her balance on the one hand crutch, trying to work out the real reason for her refusal. It wasn't like she really put so much importance of the contract marriage and its rules, because there were certain ways to move past it and besides, it stated they could have affairs with other people. Gina knew she had been using that line for quite a while but at the moment, she didn't care. It was her only way of defending herself with her complex relationship with Ken.However, that didn't mean she would want to go back to Ken after he cheated on her, or rather, used her to cheat on his wife. Going back to an ex was something she never did, especially in a situation like this. As she stepped into the house though, she realized that the true reason for not talking for Ken's charms was because of Henry. Over time and even
Gina's heart raced as Henry leaned in closer. His lips were so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath on her face. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, ready to feel his kiss. Henry reached out and gently touched Gina's face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. She closed her eyes, her heart racing as his hand moved down her neck and around her shoulders. She leaned in, her lips quivering as she waited for his kiss.Henry didn't disappoint. His lips met hers, soft and tender as he moved in closer. Gina sighed, her body melting against his as the kiss deepened. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands moved up and down her back, pulling her even closer. Henry's lips were soft and gentle as they moved over hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Gina felt her heart flutter as his tongue explored her mouth.Gina wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting the moment to last forever. She felt like she was floating away on a clou
Gina wrapped the sheets around herself one more time, trying to get comfortable as she heard the far away alarm ringing in her head. Some part of her knew it was time to get up but she didn't want to just yet. Maybe five or ten more minutes, and she would set about her day. Instantly, she remembered that she was still a stay at home wife, so she settled down further into the bed and started to go back to sleep when she recalled the events of last night. For the first time, Henry showed his desire for her and somehow, they ended up having a steamy session together.A part of her felt ashamed for being too easy and allowing him have his way when he insulted her and would probably do more if given the chance. However, the greater part of her was happy and quite satisfied. It was nearly obvious that he was holding back form being with her, but whether or not she was just a way to keep himself together was what she didn't know. With those conflicting feelings in mind
"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