The voices of the women woke her up and she opened her eyes to see Anna standing in front of the bed, alongside Hailey, the brown skin maid. She had been asked to move out of the maids’ quarters last night and she wondered what the girls were doing in her room.
“Mrs Clyde ordered us to prepare your bath,” Anna said softly. “Your glam team is waiting outside to get you ready for your big day,” Hailey said with a little bit of excitement. “Big day? I don't get it,” she scoffed as she sat up right. The girls helped her up the bed and prepared her bath. Her glam team arrived after her bath, and they helped dress her up in a white short flared dress with bogus sleeves. Her short brunette hair was bobbed on both sides of her face which wore a beautiful makeup. Her feet slipped perfectly into silver glittery heels, adding to the beauty of her outfit. “You look beautiful, ma'am,” Anna whispered. “Thank you,” she said with a satisfied smile. She was led out of the room by madam Kate who arrived to pick her up. As they walked to the foyer, she met Mrs Clyde who was on the phone. “This is perfect,” Mrs Clyde said as soon as she turned her attention to her. “Thank you ma'am,” Samantha responded humbly. “Your husband is waiting in the car for you. Now be a good girl out there,” she said and touched her shoulders. Samantha nodded with a smile before walking out of the foyer. She was led to the green Lamborghini where Ryker was seated, dressed handsomely in a black turtleneck long sleeve shirt and black jeans pants. A pair of frameless glasses were sitting on his eyes, and his long black hair wrapped neatly in a bun. He is the type so hard to resist, just like his brother, she thought as she sat beside him in the car and his cologne filled her nostrils. Without taking a single glance at her, he warned, “ Don't you try anything stupid out there.” She nodded and swallowed hard as the car drove out of the mansion slowly. ** She sat elegantly in her chambers, scrolling through her phone, as she read the rumors flying on the internet about the Clyde's family and their new bride. “Ryan did carry out his threat,” she said with a smile and sipped from her cup of coffee. “Mother, mother!” Sophia called, running into the chamber. “Yes, daughter,” she answered, looking up at the anxious Sophia. “Mother, rumors of how Samantha is being mistreated have been flying all around the internet. Who's behind this?” Sophia asked in confusion as she took her seat beside her mother. “Of course, your brother. I knew this was gonna happen,.but don't be scared. I've got this all covered,” Mrs Clyde said with a smile as she patted Sophia by the shoulders. “Were you able to visit Mr Ken at the hotel?” She asked and Sophia nodded with a smile. “As soon as we secure the deal, you'll secure the man. I can't wait to see you and Claris get married,” she continued. “He really likes me . Claris is the only problem I've got, mother. She's trying to get Ken,” Sophia said worriedly. “I'll speak to her about it, okay? For now, I need to speak with Ryan,” Mrs Clyde said and stood up. “I can't believe Ryan did this to us, what will he benefit in ruining the family's name?” Sophia asked sadly. “He's done it before and he'll do it again,” Mrs Clyde said and walked out. Walking into Ryan's room, she found him on the bed, scrolling through his phone. “You actually carried out your threat,” she said with a smile as she helped herself to the sofa opposite the bed. He scoffed and sat up right. “Oh, you saw the news too? I was about to come talk to you about it,” he said nonchalantly as he grabbed a stick of cigarettes in his drawer. “And you're satisfied with your victory, uh?” She asked with a smirk. “I didn't do it,” he said and lit up his cigarette. “Oh, spare me that,” she scoffed. “But I'm glad someone else did,” he said and smiled. “Someone? You're trying to shift it on someone else? When it's glaring at your face?” Mrs Clyde scoffed. “I told you I didn't do it, I take no pleasure in humiliating my family,” he said and puffed out smoke from his mouth. “You've done it before, you're doing it again, Ryan!!” She slammed. “If I take so much pleasure in bringing down your reputation, Vanessa's case wouldn't have been buried so easily,” he said with a smirk as he took a glance at her face. She kept silent and swallowed hard. “And what do you know about Vanessa's death?” She asked, trying to form a smile on her face. “I know Ryker killed Vanessa,” he said and poured whiskey into a glass. She laughed and shook her head in amusement. “And who would believe you with that statement, you clown,” she scoffed. “You buried Vanessa's case with your power and influence, because she had no one to pick up her case. But I tell you mother, the universe never forgets, her death will haunt you someday,” he said confidently, pointing a finger at her face. “Oh, shut it!” She flared and stood up immediately and he laughed. “And what are you gonna do about the rumors flying on the internet?” He asked as she walked to the door. “You'll see the work of my hands soon, loser,” she mocked and walked out of the room. He sighed and just then, his phone beeped. As soon as he unlocked his phone, all he could see on the internet was pictures of Ryker and Samantha stepping out for lunch. His brows gathered deeply and he threw his phone on the bed violently. “Fuck!!” He cursed, running his hand through his hair. ** It was evening when the Lamborghini pulled up in front of the building. Samantha stepped out, her face beaming with a smile. She was glad to have stepped out of the mansion today, not that going out with Ryker really made a difference. He never paid attention to her and all he could do was make her pose for the flashlights and cameras. At one point, he left her with the bodyguards and walked away only to return after a long time. As they stepped into the foyer, they were welcomed by Mrs Clyde who was waiting patiently for them to walk in. “Great, perfect! You did great!” She exclaimed and patted Samantha's shoulders. Samantha pulled a surprise face, wondering the purpose of this outing all along. “I'm tired, mother, I need to rest,” Ryker grumbled and tried to walk away. “Did you see the news? Ryan gave us away, he tried to tarnish our image..,” Samantha stood in her spot, watching Mrs Clyde gossiping with her son. “Hey, you can leave now, go back to your room,” Mrs Clyde ordered. She nodded and walked up the stairs. She walked to the third floor where her room was, and as she opened the door, a strong hand pulled her in. She tried to catch her breath as her back slammed against the wall. The room was dim but she could see Ryan's charming pair of blue eyes gazing at her face, with his head only an inch away. “Ryan, what are you doing?” She cried, trying to pull away from him. “I've been looking all over the mansion for you, only to find your picture on the internet with Ryker,” he whispered in her face. “I..I..we went out,” she stammered, trying to look away from him. “No, he went out and took you along for pictures. They're just doing damage control, they're using you,” he scoffed. “Stop it, Ryan. Was that why you told the world I was being mistreated?” She asked. “I didn't do it,” he said seriously. “Then who did?” She asked with a scoff. “My family believes I did it, but I didn't,” he said. She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ears. “This was just staged, it was all planned to silence the rumor which it really did. They're using you, Sam. The earlier you get out of here, the better for you,” he said. “Why..why are you so adamant that I should leave?” She asked. “Because I'm scared for your life,” he said seriously. She gasped and glanced at his face in surprise. “Ryan, is there something I should know?” She asked. He kept silent and swallowed hard. “You..you look beautiful,” he said, shifting away from the topic as his lips broke into a flirtatious smile. “Thank you,” she said and looked away from him shyly. “But that's not what we're talking about. Is there something I need to know?” She asked again. He slipped his hand behind her hair and pulled her head a bit closer as he gave her a flirtatious look. “Ryan, don't think about it,” she said, trying to pull away. “I haven't gotten you off my head,” he said, bringing his head closer to hers. “I'm your brother's wife now, we can't do this anymore,” she said, trying to avoid eye contact with him. His hands caressed her shoulders softly and she twitched. In a blink of an eye, he plunged his lips into hers and kissed her red soft lips deeply. She tried to resist but ended up succumbing to the kiss with her hands wrapped around his neck. Just then, a knock came on the door. “Who's there?!” She panicked. “Your mother-in-law,” Mrs Clyde's firm voice answered from the door.They both pulled away from each other and she quickly rushed to the door. “Hide,” she whispered to Ryan who was still unmoved.She watched him hide in the closet and then she opened the door for Mrs Clyde to come in.“Mother,” she called humbly as she stood behind Mrs Clyde who was looking all over the room.“I thought I heard a voice,” she said and sat on the single sofa in the room.“Not really, “ Samantha cut in sharply and walked to the bed nervously.“You did well by being a good girl out there. But there is something else I'll need you to do,” Mrs Clyde said with all seriousness. “I don't care whatever relationship you once had with Ryan, I want you to stay away from him,” she warned. Samantha swallowed hard, her heart racing fast.“Mother..,” she tried to speak.“I believe I'm clear,” Mrs Clyde cut in.“I..I will ma'am,” she replied.“Good,” she said and walked out of the room.As soon as the door was shut, Ryan sprang out of his hiding, his face now red with anger as he star
Slowly, she walked into Ryker's capacious bedroom. She looked around slowly, and memories of her wedding night saga flooded her thoughts.The door opened, and Ryker walked into the room bodaciously. Samantha gasped at his sight, and moved towards the king sized bed slowly. She lowered her gaze from his face as she saw the dark stare he gave her. He made a few steps towards her and stopped right in front of her. Her feet began to tremble and her palm became sweaty.His palm cupped around her chin and he lifted her face. She shut her eyes fearfully and he let out a cold breath which swept across her face.“Look at me,” he ordered with the coldest voice possible.She opened her eyes at once and their eyes met. His grey fierce looking eyes burned deeply into her eyes and she felt like urinating on her underwear at the moment.“Now that you've been pardoned, you've restored your glory as my wife. Now, look,” he ordered calmly.Her lips quivered as their eyes locked again.“If I ever find
Walking into his room, he was taken aback, seeing Samantha on the bed. “What are you doing here?! Is dinner over yet?!” He thundered from where he stood. “Oh.. I was done with my meal,” she explained quickly. “Hmph,” he fumed and walked out of the room. She wondered why he was so angry about everything. After changing into her red nightie, she laid on the bed and pulled the brown duvet over her body. All she could think of right now was Ryan. She tossed on her bed, trying to wade him off her thoughts. In no due time, sleep crept her away. It was 12:30am when she heard loud voices outside her room. She opened her eyes and looked at the bed in hopes of finding Ryker beside her. He wasn't there, and she stood up at once. She heard footsteps at the stairs leading down to the foyer and she walked out of her room gently. As she walked out of the passage, she bumped into Anna, Betty and Hailey who were running to the foyer. “What's going on?” She asked anxiously. Anna and Hailey s
Her eyelids fluttered, and she opened her eyes slowly as she felt cold dewdrops on her skin. She looked in dismay at the dark sky and she wondered why she was seeing the sky instead of a roof.She jolted out of her thoughts as she quickly recalled how she had spent the night with Ryan out here in the open. His muscular arm felt heavy underneath her breast, and she looked up at his face.He was fast asleep, with her body now resting on his thick bare chest, and his arms wrapped around her body. Her eyes trailed to his red soft lips, with the shape of a cupid bow, and all she wanted right away was a long passionate kiss from those lips. As if struck by something, she shook her head and slid her body away from his hands as careful as she could. She spread her jacked over his body and gave him a gentle pat before walking away.Stepping into the building, her heart began to race with fear of Ryker being back in the bedroom. The house was as quiet as a graveyard and she made little sounds
“Your mother?” She asked warily.He sniffed and walked to the bed. She followed behind him and they both sat on the bed while she placed a hand on his shoulder.“She has friends whose kids were into drugs, and she'll always take me to visit them. They introduced me to it, and ever since then, I've not been able to break free,” he related sadly with his gaze on the floor. “And she knew they were into drugs?” Samantha asked thoughtfully.“Yes, she knew. She was fully aware,” he replied.“How did she react after finding out you've been initiated?” Samantha asked curiously.“She felt really bad. She told my father and the rest of the family. They asked that I be thrown into rehab,” he replied calmly.“She felt bad? She didn't take responsibility for any of it?” Samantha scoffed.Ryan looked up at her face.“She's innocent, I made bad friends and the consequences are on me,” he said.“That's what she told you,” Samantha scoffed again.“How..how did you know?” He asked, looking stupefied.
Her eyes protrude out of it's sockets and she turned swiftly towards Ryan. “I'm off,” she said hastily and tried to run away.He grabbed hold of her hand and she stopped.“I'll come with you,” he offered.“You wanna make this more complicated?” she asked seriously as she pulled away from his grips.She ran away with Anna and her heart began to race as they ran along the passage.“Where is he?” She asked, trying to catch her breath.“On the third floor I suppose,” Anna replied anxiously. “Why are your hands wet? And why was he standing behind you, half unclad?” She whispered with a silly smile.Samantha hit her slightly on the arms and continued walking fast.They stopped as footsteps were heard coming from the stairs. “I think they're here,” Anna whispered, standing behind Samantha.“Go,” Samantha whispered to her and she ran away immediately.Just then, Ryker appeared at the stairs with Mrs Clyde beside him. Betty and two of the male bodyguards were also seen walking with them.Sam
With her sunglasses on, she sat on the swing as her green floral dress flowed down the green grass. There was a serene and beautiful atmosphere in the garden, and only the chirps of birds were heard. The smell of fresh colorful flowers permeated the air as the trees produced refreshing breeze which swept all over the atmosphere. She felt a familiar hand on her shoulder and she turned and smiled wryly as she saw Ryan standing behind her. He was wearing a blue short sleeve vintage shirt over a black pair of jeans trousers. He stood for a moment, running his eyes over her body. “You look great in this dress,” he complimented. “Thanks, Ryan. What are you doing here? We're not supposed to be seen together,” she said. “Oh, stop giving me that crap,” he said and sat on the wooden chair a few meters away from the swing. “You don't wanna put me in a more complex situation, do you?” She asked, trying to avoid his captivating blue eyes which were pinned on her face. “You don't wanna
Ryan paced around the garage, wondering why Samantha hadn't shown up. The garage was their meeting point, and ever since they spent more time together, he was finding it easy to break free from his addiction. He looked at his time and it was past 2pm. “What's keeping her?” He asked anxiously, running his hand into his hair. After a couple of hours, he left the garage in frustration. Stepping into the building, he was intercepted by Anna the maid. “Sir, I was asked to give you this,” she whispered and pressed a piece of paper into his palm. He looked around carefully and proceeded to his room. Unfolding the piece of paper, he perused curiously, knowing the note was from Samantha. 'Sorry, I couldn't meet up. I'm under surveillance. We'll lay low for now. No one should know about our meeting' the note read. He heaved out a heavy breath and licked his lips. She had proven so smart and intelligent to his amazement. “Who is she?” He whispered to himself. ** Ryker's eyes fixed o
With his jacket hung on his left shoulder, he walked into the room casually. His eyes fell on the bed and he smiled wryly, seeing Samantha's body under the duvet. “I'm home,” he announced calmly as he stood before the bed. She turned and stretched tiredly with her eyes all over him in surprise. “Honey,” she called, trying to sit up right. He sat on the bed beside her and placed his hand on her quite protruding tummy. “How's my baby doing?” He asked, caressing her tummy. “We're fine, you slept out,” she said angrily. “I told you I wasn't gonna come home. I had a long busy day and I couldn't make it home on time,” he explained, still playing with her tummy. “Your mom was worried,” she informed him. “I'll check up on her,” he said and stood up from the bed. She watched him drop his briefcase and jacket before walking out of the room. Stepping into the chamber, he could see her seated with her legs crossed stylishly, sipping coffee. “You finally returned,” Mrs Clyde mutte
The vibrating sound of the bed was heard accompanied by loud moans from Sasha. With their bodies shielded under the duvet, they went on a good two hours non stop ride and their heavy breath was heard as they finally pulled away from each other. Still soaked in pleasure, he wrapped his arms around her body and held her to himself tightly. With his eyes shut, he smiled with satisfaction as she tried to catch her breath under his huge arms. She smiled and looked up at his face. His eyes were still shut in pleasure and she knew he must have been starved of good sex. “You're good, Sasha, I can't get enough of you,” he muttered under his breath.She laughed and tickled his nipples softly. “We shouldn't have done this,” she said with a smile, her hands tickling his chest.“Don't ever say that again,” he hushed with his finger on her lips.“You're my friend's husband and I don't wanna hurt her,” she explained with sadness all over her eyes.“She isn't gonna find out about us, unless you
“Sir, the meeting is set to commence at 12:pm. All necessary arrangements have been put in place,” Sasha reported to her boss who was seated on his swivel chair, with his legs crossed stylishly. Ryker sighed as his finger dropped from his forehead. He had been lost in thought and didn't even notice her presence. His eyes ran up to her face and he saw how beautiful she was looking as always. She was looking so stunning that morning in a pink corporate knee length dress. As their eyes locked, she looked away quickly, and he knew she was still mad at his behavior yesterday. He wasn't going to apologize, she meant nothing to him, he said to himself as he stood up from his seat. “Get my briefcase, and clear my desk. I'll be in the car waiting,” he said. She nodded and he watched her walk over to his desk. He took a slow glance at her before walking out of the office. Sitting in the black Rolls-Royce, he watched her step in, wearing a long face. He gazed at the side of her face as the
The door flung open and he marched into the room aggressively. Samantha sat up on the bed and her eyes widened in curiosity, seeing his torn shirt and the devilish look on his face. She couldn't speak as he stopped abruptly beside the bed. He gave her a cold dark stare before marching into the bathroom. “What's wrong with him?” She muttered, getting up from the bed. She walked closer to the bathroom where she could hear the sounds of running water. There was no single sound from Ryker and she wondered what he was up to. She stood for a couple of minutes and it seemed he wasn't coming out. She sighed and walked back to the bed. ** “Sir, your coffee,” Sasha said, dropping the cup of coffee before Ryker's table. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she stood before his table, dressed smartly in a white plunge neckline body con dress that stopped right on her knees. “Anything else you'll need, sir?” She asked, adjusting her glasses. He swallowed hard and looked away from her.
“It's lunch time, and I'm heading over to the cafeteria,” Sasha's tiny voice was heard as she walked over to Ryker's table. He gulped and looked away from her. His hardened face softened for a moment and he adjusted the tie around his neck. “It's.. it's fine,” he mumbled. “You don't wanna have lunch yet? Or, should I arrange for two?” She asked, adjusting her pair of clear glasses. He became stunned for a moment and he gave her a slow burning stare. She was quite irresistible and he didn't know when he responded, “ Yeah..you..you can.” “See you downstairs,” she said with a smile and walked away. He shrugged, trying to keep a calm composure. He recalled the heated moment they had before his mother interrupted. Her lips were so gracious, succulent and dripping with honey. Her solid cleavages appeared in his head and he wished to be buried in between them once more. “What are you thinking?” He questioned himself as he shut his laptop and stood up from his seat. ** “Oh, thou
His hardened face was glued to the screen as he punched words into his laptop. He had left home in a bad mood, all thanks to Samantha for bringing up Vanessa's photograph. He heard the sounds of familiar heels and he looked up to see Sasha walking into the office with a cup of coffee. He became lost and his fingers stayed motionless on the laptop.His eyes didn't leave her cleavages which were revealed by the plunging neckline of the black jumpsuit she wore. Their eyes met and she flashed a breathtaking smile on her red glossy lips.Just a few steps to the table, she missed her steps and staggered forward. “Ouch!” She cried as the coffee spilled over her body.He jumped out of his seat and bolted in her direction. “Are you okay?” He asked, his hand on her waist.“Yeah..I'm.. I'm fine. Sorry I made a mess,” she chuckled, looking at her stained dress and the floor.“No, that was a mistake. Hope you didn't hurt yourself,” he said with concern as he took away the cup of coffee and plac
In the spacious glass wall office, the automatic door slid open and her red platform heels tread the floor gracefully. Sitting on the executive swivel chair was Ryker, whose gaze was focused on his computer screen. At the sound of her heels, he raised up his eyes and his heart flinched, as the smell of jasmine cologne filled his nostrils. His jaws stiffend and the veins on his neck became visible as his grey eyes pounced on the sexy figure walking elegantly towards his table. Dressed charmingly in a maroon color fitted dress that stopped right on her knees, he couldn't take his eyes off her well built curves which were hugged by the patent leather dress she wore. His eyes ran up to her cleavages, exposed by the deep Vneck line. He felt everything in him go hard as his eyes feast on them. He didn't realize she was standing at his table until her voice interrupted him. “Good morning, Mr Ryker,” her small melodious voice sent shrills all over his body. He quickly regained his sen
Sunshades on. She stepped out of the car, her fair sleek skin glowing under the red bodycon dress she wore. She flaunted her curvy hourglass figure with pride as she walked towards the building. Swaying her long black wavy hair, her black platform heels hit the floor elegantly and the men in black suits couldn't help but stare speechlessly as she stopped in front of the entrance post. “Hi, I'm here to see Mrs Samantha Clyde,” she informed, flashing an alluring smile on her red wide lips. The men stared at each other and she quickly brought out her phone from her black leather purse. As she typed on her phone, one of the men called out to her, “ Ma'am,” “Yes?” She answered, without looking up. “You can go in,” the guard responded. She smiled briefly at the men before walking into the building. “Aww..this is magnificent!!” She awed, as she was led into the foyer by one of the guards. “Sasha!!” Samantha's voice came from the stairs. “Samantha!! Oh, I've missed you so much!!”
Samantha sat up on the bed as she watched him walk into the room, looking dejected. With his gaze on the floor, he walked past the bed and headed for the bathroom. “Are you okay?” She asked after him but there was no response. She waited for hours but he didn't step out of the bathroom. The only sound she could hear was the sound of running water. “What's wrong with him? One moment he is lovely and the other moment he's moody?” She soliloquized. She could recall several occasions where he had returned from his mother's room and all he'd do was lock himself up in the bathroom for hours. “Did they have a fight?” She mumbled again. He soon stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to the closet. He didn't seem to pay any attention to her. She could see resentment written all over his face and she refrained from speaking. He stepped out of the closet, clothed in his blue pajamas. He stepped into the bed and pulled the duvet over his body. “You're not having dinner?” She asked.