Jessie’s POVRays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, spreading their warmth over my face. I tossed and turned, searching for a comfortable spot, my eyes still drowsy with sleep.Suddenly, I felt a hand brushing the scattered strands of hair away from my face. I blinked my eyes open and an involuntary smile slipped. “Good morning,” I murmured, hiding my face under the thick duvet.“What are you doing?” Gavin asked, “You were bold and wild just last night. Don’t be shy now.”I wasn’t particularly shy to be honest. I was embarrassed. Embarrassed that I resorted to using my body to distract Gavin. I once read that a woman’s true color lay in the things she thought she was incapable of. And here I was displaying mine— a deep shade of red tinted with guilt.Gavin drew closer now, his fingers tracing a line on my face before planting a kiss on my forehead. “Why aren’t you looking at me? Do you regret it? Did I hurt you?” His tone was so soft, so unlike Gavin that I couldn
Jessie's POVThe conference hall held its breath for a moment. Eyes widened as I called the CEO of the largest stock company by name. Greg smiled. As if he chose this moment to show himself to me for this very effect. I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on a face that I’d known for over seven years. When did the dirty faced lanky Greg become the hot shot CEO of Yates Company, no scratch that, when did he found Yates Company? “Welcome to Yates,” he finally spoke, the smirk on his face broadening. Greg came up stage, taking away the slides remote and memo papers I had prepared ahead of the meeting. Together, we were turned, facing the surprised hall of employees. “Everyone!” He began, “Let me introduce you to my very good friend, Jessie Ford. She will be working with us from now on.”The crowd paused, not knowing whether to applaud or just let the words sink in. Flora’s face was most likely to burst from shock if not for Mr. Dani Smith.“Jessie Ford has worked with us for three weeks
Chapter 32Chapter 32Gavin’s POVSeated as the head of the board meeting for the Business Conference of all Real Estate Companies of Darion Town, I kept my gaze locked on the agenda of the day. Meanwhile, my mind was fixated on a far less formal matter. Jessie. Why is she lying to me? I asked myself for the umpteenth time. Each time, the answer came back with a question, what is she doing behind my back?"Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Pierre." A voice pulled me back into the present. I raised my eyes and found the one person I could consider a friend. "Thank you," I replied indifferently, my gaze darker than intended. "Tell me everything you know about the Ford company's shares." Mr Franklyn narrowed his gaze, his expression pensive and analytical."The meeting is about to start," he whispered, "I will send everything I know as email.But for now, I need a favor.""I don't grant favors to anyone that is not family." I interjected sharply. "Please, Mr. Gavin, it's urgen
Gavin’s POV“You’ll do no such thing!” I interjected, my voice a measured growl that barely masked the anger simmering underneath me.“Watch and see,” Candace smirked. “We are only at the beginning of our business deal, Mr. Pierre, let’s meet up more often.”“I refuse your offer.” “I doubt that you can, Gavin.” Candace replied, her voice smooth and unwavering, almost taunting. “I care about your company too, don’t test me. It’s an advice.”She rose from the table, her red dress tight on her body like a second skin. “By the way,” she added, “I’m not the only one hoping for your marriage to fail.”Her words hung in the air like a grey cloud. They are people hoping for my marriage to fail? I thought inwardly. Following her subtle nod, I my head looked over my shoulders to find that guy… Greg or whatever tracing a line on Jessie’s face.I jolted up, too upset to watch anymore. As I stormed out of the diner, I could tell the look in Candace face. It was that triumphant smirk— one a pre
He didn't need to ask again. I swallowed hard, turning into the bathroom, my mind was made up on what to do next- I would leave this hell. The next morning, during breakfast, he slid the car key I gave him last night back to me."It's your car now." "I don't want it," I replied, "Thank you."Gavin glanced at me, his eyes filled with anger but he didn't say a word. Silence took over the breakfast table, as I sat going over my plans."Don't forget what I said last night." He said, bringing back to the present. "I don't want you working there." I said nothing. I waited for Gavin to leave to work first. As soon as his car drove out of the compound, I packed up a small bag carry just a few clothes and headed out of the house. "Good bye to this dungeon of the devil!" I muttered under my breath, smiling to myself as I entered a cab. I knew I was treading on the lion's tail but I had a goal. A goal I must achieve and not even Gavin Pierre would stop me.The taxi stopped in front of a b
My grip on my purse weakened, my heart dropped, racing slightly."What does he want?" I managed to ask. Did he already find out I was with Greg? Was he stalking me?! Tracking my every move? "It must be about work, don't worry about it.""You can come with me if...""No," I replied quickly, "I still have a lot of things to do at the office," I lied.As Greg entered his car, I swallowed with the urge to say, "Please don't tell him I'm here." Instead, I stood there, frozen, watching his car gradually disappear from sight.A strange chill crept over me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that everything was happening too fast.I was mistaken, there was no thrill in defying Gavin. It felt like I was asking for his wrath instead. That I could handle, but what if he extended his wrath to Greg? I mean, he was the devil of Darion Town for a reason.I took out my phone, pacing around restlessly. My hand hovered over the screen.Finally determined, I clicked on his number. Gavin's POVMy phon
Gavin’s POVI shot to my feet, and stormed out of my office. Franklyn followed behind, I knew he was buzzing with questions, yet he knew better than to ask any of them when I was sizzling with obvious anger.As I passed my reception, my assistant hopped out of his seat, running after me with my schedule. “Sir you have the next meeting with…”“Cancel!” I bellowed, as I pulled the exit door open.“Stop and think for a moment!” Franklyn growled. I paused, turning to face him. “What?”“I don’t know where you’re going but I know you’re about to do something reckless and it never ends well.”“Stay out of it, it’s my business.” I retorted, my eyes flashing with irritation.Jessie’s text message had me reeling in anger. The mere idea that she thought she could choose being an assistant to that obnoxious jerk over our marriage was the main reason I was losing my mind. “At least let me drive,” Franklyn said, his face filled with darn concern.I tossed my key to him and hopped into the backs
Note:For better character development and story flow, I will now be using third POV for this story. Thanks for understanding!Chapter 35After the wedding— after the luxurious wedding ceremony uniting Gavin Pierre and Jessie Ford— their lives became public property.The wedding didn’t just announce their union, it invited hated hateful eyes into their home. Candace had been divorced three months ago, and you know what they say about divorces; it hurts the one who loved the most, and in this case, Candace loved most. Watching Gavin stand in his beautiful garden with the woman who tore them apart, bitterness and loneliness came pouring back. LIt struck her then— she wasn’t going to sit idle as she thought. In fact, she would be very busy— busy tearing them apart just as Jessie had done to her five years ago.Although Candace knew it wouldn’t be easy— Gavin loved Jessie, and he wouldn’t let her go easily— her plans were strengthened by Greg Benedict. She had seen him at dinner, pin