It was a beautiful evening as they both stepped out of the Ferrari parked in front of the clubhouse.
She couldn't believe she had accompanied Mr handsome to a clubhouse after so much pleas from him. He seemed new in town and doesn't know his way around. “So here you are, I beg to take my leave,” she said with humility and turned to leave. “Stop,” he ordered from where he stood. “I..I need to be home,” she stammered, trying to avoid those captivating blue eyes. “I know. But your job is not yet done. You'll come with me as my woman,” he said firmly while giving her the usual killer looks. “What?!” She cried, looking baffled. “Yeah, I don't want girls flocking around me. I came here only to have a drink, not for pleasure,” he explained calmly. She didn't know why she felt better, knowing he wasn't here for girls; and the fact that he asked her to be his woman tonight, made her feel better. “Are you in or not?” He asked calmly. “Um..,” she stammered, trying to find her voice. She hated what he was doing to her. He was rude yet charming, and had his own way of getting what he wants, she thought. “I.. I've got a big day ahead tomorrow, plus I don't club,” she managed to speak while keeping her head high. “I'll pay for whatever you need to get done tomorrow, plus, you don't have to drink with me. All you've got to do is sit beside me. Don't worry about home, I'll drop you home,” he continued in the most endearing voice that swept her off her feet. “Yes.. I'm in,” she answered sharply and pinched herself at how fast her response was. “I've messed up,” she cried within herself as she walked behind him while they both headed into the clubhouse. She was getting married tomorrow, and she didn't know how she got stuck with a man she knew nothing about. She enjoyed walking alongside him with all the sexy girls glaring at her with enviousness. He's like the hottest dude in town, all the girls in the club were crazy about him. He hated how they crawled up around him, and she loved how she stood by him, wading them off. She enjoyed the attention so much and she got carried away by the moment. They reclined at a table, and drinks filled the table in no due time. “Who's having these?” She asked, irked by the sight of so many alcoholic drinks. “They aren't yours to take, stick to your water and beverages. That's what suits you,” he said with his usual killer smile as he opened a bottle of whiskey. “Don't dare me,” she said, grabbing a bottle on the table. “Don't try to impress me,” he smirked, gazing at her face. “Try me,” she challenged and took a glass. She became drunk at the third glass and she stood up immediately and grabbed him by the tie around his neck. “I need a dance,” she whispered into his face, her breath reeking of alcohol. Without hesitating, he took her to the dance floor and they both had a crazy and erotic dance. As the dance grew intense, he stole her away from the dancefloor, into a passage where they both shared a deep passionate kiss. “I want you tonight,” he said amidst pants as he broke free from the kiss. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him again and their lips locked again as he lifted her up from the floor. * She felt migraines as she opened her eyes and looked around the dim room. She flinched at the sight of the able-bodied man whose body was lying at the other side of the bed. She quickly recalled her encounter with the man from last night and her heart skipped. Raising off the duvet from her body, she bit her lips bitterly, seeing she was naked. She swung out of the bed immediately and grabbed her sling purse which was lying on the floor. Looking at the time on her phone, it was 3:30.am already. “Fuck!!” She cried, realizing her wedding was just a few hours away. How dare she have a fling with a strange man on the day before her wedding? She thought as she dressed up as calm as possible to avoid waking him up. As she tiptoed to the door, she took a final glance at him as he slept gracefully on the bed. “ I hope we don't meet anymore,” she said to herself and sneaked out of the room. It was dawn before he woke up and he couldn't believe she was gone. “How dare she?” He fumed, searching from the bathroom to the closet. Last night was pleasurable and he couldn't have enough of her. He knew she was at her drunken state but there was something amazing about her. He sat on the bed devastated and hoping she would appear anytime soon. His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID and sighed. “Where are you, Ryan? We're about to leave for Ryker's wedding,” a calm female voice sounded from the phone. “The Clyde's family are having a flash marriage now?” He scoffed, scratching his stubble beard. “Get your ass here. We're having a family photo and you don't want to miss it like you've missed the rest of it,” she said. “I won't,” he assured and hung up. He thought about the girl from last night and sighed. “I'll find you, no matter how long it takes,” he said confidently as he picked up his jacket from the bed. ** The limousine arrived in front of the registry hall and men in black suits opened the door for the bride to step out. Samantha stepped out in full glamor, accompanied by her chief's bridesmaid who arranged her train on the floor as she walked towards her groom, Ryker, who was handsomely donned in a white three piece suit, with his dark long hair styled in a low bun. He had his sunglasses on and his eyes never left her as she walked towards him slowly. She lowered her gaze to the floor as she saw members of the Clyde's family standing behind Ryker, gossiping in low whispers. Mrs Clyde came forward, elegantly dressed in a short black fitted dress and black heels. “Thanks for coming my dear,” she said with a smile on her red full lips as she looked into Samantha's eyes. Samantha nodded wryly and returned her gaze to the floor. “We can now proceed,” Mrs Clyde said, turning to Ryker whose handsomely built face was as hard as a stone. Samantha heaved a sigh as he took hold of her hand. They were about to step into the building when a familiar voice interrupted them, “Sorry, I'm late,”. They all turned to see Ryan, second son of the Clyde's family, adjusting the button of his black suit as he walked regally into the gathering. Samantha's eyes bulged, and her bouquet fell off her hands as he took off his sunglassess and she recognized him as the man from last night.Their eyes met and locked for a few seconds and Samantha's world caved in at that moment.“You!” Ryan pointed his finger as he walked towards her slowly.“What is going on, Samantha?” Ryker asked coldly while taking a slow sinister glance at Samantha who managed to keep her heads high.“”Oh, her name is Samantha?” Ryan laughed and licked his lips in disbelief.This is not happening, Samantha cried silently as she was handed back her flower bouquet by her maid of honor.“Ryan, what are you doing?!” Mrs Clyde yelled and pulled him away. “Are you..are you getting married to my brother?!” Ryan fired with his eyes on Samantha while being pulled away by his mom.“Do you know her? What's going on?” Sophia and Claris asked in surprise.Ryker tried to maintain his cool as he took a slow glance at Samantha again.“Do you know him?” He asked in a slow but angry tone.“I..I..I don't,” Samantha answered quickly.“Why did you drop your bouquet at the sight of him?” He continued in whispers.She fe
She looked up at his face and realized he was Ryan, the man she had an affair with last night. Her heart cringed and her world caved in as his bloodshot eyes pierced into her eyes deeply. “Last night, we had a fling, and today you're married to my brother?!” He scowled, spewing out hot breath on her face. She stuttered, “I..I'm..I'm..” “No!! You can't be married to Ryker! You can't be my brother's wife!” He raged, looking aggrieved as he pulled away from her. Ryker's dominant voice was immediately heard from the stairs, “What's going on here?” Her feet grew cold, and realizing he must have heard their conversation, she grabbed her wedding dress firmly and took to her heels. “Wait!” His commanding voice made her halt in the middle of the passageway. She stood stiff as she heard the sound of his shoes kissing the ground stylishly. His presence behind her made her turn pale in the blink of an eye. Caressing her left shoulder, he whispered sinisterly into her ears “Wifey, what d
Her body ached, her eyes sore with tears as she opened her eyes to the noise coming from the large room known as the maids' quarters.Through her blurry vision, she could see the tall, fair skinned middle-aged woman standing in front of her. Her face wasn't visible enough but she could easily tell this was the maid who had brought her here last night.“Madam, you've been assigned to the kitchen this morning,” the middle-aged woman spoke with a calm but serious tone.Samantha rose her head slowly and her short brunette hair could be seen, dangling all over her face.“I'm so weak,” she spoke with a low pitched tone, recalling how she had cried herself to sleep on the cold tiled floor last night.“It's an order from above, unfortunately there is nothing I can do to help your situation,” the lady continued sternly.Samatha licked her dry lips slowly and dragged her body up from the floor. She looked around and could see some of the maids in blue uniforms, sitting on their respective beds,
Shoving her into the small balcony, he stood firmly in front of her, watching her regain her stance. “Tell me why you married Ryker!” He demanded almost immediately. “Your lips are bruised..,” she cried, trying to touch his bruised lips. He shoved her hands away and she retreated slowly, seeing his indignation. “I wanna know, why did you do all of this?! Why did you marry my brother? Why did you trick the family?!” He raged, his charming blue eyes seething with anger. “How.. can..can I answer all of it?” She stammered, her lips trembling as she stood before his intimidating stature. “I want you to answer me as soon as you're done eating!” He said and walked out. Her hands trembled on the balcony as she watched him return with a tray of food which he placed on the wooden table. “Eat,” he ordered and took his seat on the armchair beside the table. She took her seat and devoured the food almost immediately. “You've been starved!” He said angrily. She didn't respond and continu
Mr Ken didn't take his eyes off Ryan for a second as Mrs Clyde battled for words. “Um, I'll take my leave for now, the atmosphere isn't business friendly at the moment,” he said and turned to walk away.“No.. don't leave!” Mrs Clyde called while trying to go after him. He paid no attention and walked out immediately.“You girls, go after him! And make sure we secure the deal!!” She yelled at her girls who were befuddled at the moment. They both nodded and ran out at once.Ryker shut his eyes bitterly and then he threw a baleful glance at Samantha and asked, “How dare you show your face?”. Samantha tried to speak but Ryan grabbed hold of her hands and hushed her.“Enough of your nuisance, Ryan!! How dare you step out?!! You and this filthy bitch!” Mrs Clyde yelled, walking towards Samantha and Ryan. “Oh, really? I am a legal son of this family and I deserve to be recognized,” Ryan defended.Ryker scoffed and walked towards him.“Just hear yourself,” he chuckled, taking a firm stand
She wiped the tears off her cheek as she heard movements outside the dungeon. It was quite dark and only the lights in front of the dungeon gates lit up the passageway. Standing up from the cold rough floor, she walked to the metal gates, roving her eyes around the passageway. Just then, his broad figure appeared in front of her, wearing a black hoodie and black shorts. “Ryan,” she cried almost immediately as he took the hood off his head. “Sam,” he called sympathetically as he touched the metal gate. “I..I thought you left,” she burst out emotionally. “I tried to, but I couldn't leave you here. Sam, I need to break you out of here. You need to be free, I can help you escape out of here,” he offered with enthusiasm. “It would pose a big risk to you and I. I have nowhere to go, no family of my own. If I escape, your family will come after me, they'll find me with their last breath,” she panicked as she looked deep into his eyes. “I'll protect you.. I'll keep you safe away from
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 arri
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
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.