Blake's POV The moment my phone pinged with a debit alert from Helen's first purchase, my mouth hung open. No, it wasn't because of the price of goods she had bought, nor was it because she was really spending my money. What shocked me was how she had figured out the pin to the card. I had gotten that card earlier on to give to her so she could use it for her running around. However, I had held onto it, hoping to teach her a lesson with it. Using her day and month of birth as her pin had been a good idea since I was getting the card for her. However, I was really surprised she had figured it out on her own. Maybe she wasn't as stupid as I always believed. More debit alerts had come in after that and I could tell she was having a swell time shopping. The last one, though, had come in just as I was getting into our suite. Funnily enough, the money she was spending from my card was nothing compared to what my celebrity girlfriends usually spend on themselves in one outing. I could
Helen's POV I felt so naked with him staring at me. My eyes were fixed on the floor, doing their best not to get in contact with his. I knew him well enough to know that the worst way to get all heady with the need for him was to look into his eyes. "What's that dress over there?" He asked and my head snapped up to see him pointing at the pile of clothes I had on the bed. "What dress?" I asked, wondering which of the dresses he was interested in. "The one with the pinky stones. It's glittering. Looks interesting." He said. I immediately recognized the dress he was talking about. It was the first dress I had bought at the store, the dress that had revealed my birthday was his ATM card's pin. I was still lost on how that was possible. Was it a coincidence, or had he deliberately set my birthday as his pin? Why would he even do something like that? I knew he was unpredictable, but at the same time, I least expected it from him. It was so unreal, especially with the attitude of hat
Helen's POV The next morning, I was all smiles as we moved to the poolside. Blake was in a really good mood and he had been nice to me ever since we woke up.All I could hope for was that he kept on being this nice to me. It was blissful and kept me at ease. This was the most at ease I have been in a very long while and I loved it. "Someone is looking good this morning," Valentina said as soon as she saw us. She was dressed in a bikini and a light kimono over it. She had an exotic body, and I had to confess that if I were a man, I would be drooling over her. "Good morning, Valentina. Thank you so much for last night. I feel so much more confident in my clothes." I waved at a nice beachwear she had insisted I got last night. "Oh, it's the least I could do for a sweetheart like you." She brushed my words aside and shared pleasantries with Blake. Whatever bad blood between the both of them was completely gone now. Blake could be a little nasty when he was mad at someone and I was
Blake's POV I watched her pack our bags and my blood chilled. It was happening. It was really happening. The last two weeks we spent here were the absolute best. I hated to admit it, but as soon as I had fallen into her seductive charm, I had something to look forward to daily here. It has been so freeing to relax around a woman. And now that it was time to leave, I suddenly regretted that decision. She had grown on me and knowing women, that was such a terrible thing to happen."Alright. And we are all packed." She announced excitedly as she zipped up the last of our bags. I stared at her happy face and nodded unenthusiastically."Come on, what's wrong Blake?" She asked and wrapped her hands around me. She dropped a wet kiss on my face and it took everything in me not to flinch. God, I must have let her cross a lot of boundaries that she felt it was right to kiss me as she wanted. "Are you sad we are leaving? You don't have to worry. We can always come back here. It would be fu
Blake's POVI let out a breath as soon as our plane touched down at the private airport where I kept my plane. With each mile, we put between us and the resort island, the more distant the beautiful memories we had at the resort faded from my memory. I was finally going back to my normal version and I needed to keep myself sane. Whatever happened at the resort had to remain at the resort, and I hope you keep things that way. "Have we landed?" Helen asked as soon as our plane touched the ground. "Yes, we have landed," I answered her. "Okay." She got up and came behind me to wheel me out. She paused for a long while and echoes of my words to her before we got on the plane danced in my head. I didn't need her to help me out of the plane and I wondered if she was going to keep up with the energy. Finally, after a while, she took. A deep breath and began wheeling me out herself. I couldn't just believe it. She was helping me out even though I told her I didn't need her help? Was she
Helen's POV I almost jumped out of my chair when I heard her say Blake would be able to walk once again. This was the best return present one could get and I was so excited."Now, don't get too excited. You have to get an MRI scan to determine if you are in a fit position to go in for the surgery. If you are cleared for surgery, we will operate and if things go well, you should be up on your feet in no time." She said to Blake."Well, then, what are we waiting for? Let's do this." I said excitedly.Blake shot me a gaze, but I didn't care. I would be the happiest person in the world to see him on his feet. There was nothing I would want more than to have him on his feet again. That way, I won't have to wait on him all day and his grumpiness would reduce.Blake was prepped and led to the scanning room. His dad and I waited while he got scanned. I watched the doctors and the radiographers say something to each other. There was a bit of heated tension in their conversation, and I wonder
Helen's POV I walked into Blake's hospital room with small ginger steps. I couldn't explain why, but I was suddenly so nervous all of a sudden. Could it be because I have been so used to him lying weakly on the bed?"You have got this, Helen," I whispered to myself as I finally stepped into the room to see him lying on his bed with his eyes closed shut. "Blake?" His dad called out immediately after he entered the room, waking my husband up. Blake's eyes blinked wide open and he was staring at us with a small smile on his lips. "Hey, Dad." He greeted me lightly. "I am so glad you are awake. How are you doing right now?" His father ran a hand down his face. "I don't feel much. It seems like my bones are sore, but I am hopeful.""Everything is going to be okay." His dad replied."Hey, man. Helen called me over. I am super glad you are okay." Dominic said and gave him a nod. Blake exchanged a look with his dad and I could hear the silent anger in both men. I didn't intend to cause
Helen's POV I slumped on my bed as soon as I got back to his penthouse. It had been weeks since I laid on this bed, and I was so grateful to be back. Who would have thought that I would be back up at the hospital after returning from the trip with Blake? The doctor had confirmed that his surgery was indeed successful and with a good physical therapist, he should be walking perfectly fine in no time. I was glad that his life was finally gaining back its beauty and excellence, and I wished the same for myself.Valentina's words about me having a purpose danced in my head and I knew she was right. Very right! In no time, Blake would be on his feet again and he might have no beds for me ever again. He might be even more cruel to me and treat me in the worst way possible. I needed something to keep me sane through his abuse, and the only thing I could hold onto was a purpose, just as Valentina had proposed.Taking a deep breath, I walked over to my wardrobe and picked up the copy of the
Helen's POV I stared at my pretty face in the bathroom mirror. Despite how pretty my face was, it was riddled with worry. Blake's question from last night danced in my head, begging for an answer. Deep within my heart, I knew what I wanted. I wanted a beautiful forever with Blake. I wanted to surrender myself to him and allow him to shower me with as much love as he could, but what was the possibility that I could get that despite his offer? We had already signed a contract stating that our marriage would last only for two years. How were our parents going to react to us being in love? This wasn't the plan. As much as it has been my greatest fantasy, there was no way I had thought of it ever happening.I, for one, was certain that my parents would not react nicely to it. I might even be accused of something I knew nothing about. Mom and Dad had a thing against my happiness, and they might not want it. It made logical sense to say no to his offer, no matter how much it might hurt
Helen's POV I walked into the apartment and was greeted by the sight of pretty little red roses littered on the floor. "What the heck?" I asked out loud as my eyes darted around, wondering what the hell was going on.My eyes followed the trail the roses made and I could see they led up to the stairs. Gosh, this had to be Blake's idea. He has been extra sweet to me for the past few days and I had to admit that I was getting used to it. A small smile lined my lips, and I couldn't help but imagine what beautiful life I could have with the man. Well, the bad thing was that I would not have the rest of my life with him. In two years, we would revert back to strangers and I needed to be careful about what I felt for him. As much as I enjoyed and craved all the feelings he elicited in me, I needed to keep reminding myself that this couldn't last forever. It would come to an end someday and I needed to prepare myself for it. Letting out a deep breath, I dropped my handbag and began to un
Blake's POV "I didn't know you would want that. I didn't want to do anything stupid that would ruin your reputation. I am sorry." She said, "It's okay," I assured and placed a hand on her waist.She flinched for a second, feeling my hands on her, but I didn't relent. She had better get used to me touching her whenever I wanted to. She was my wife and mine to do whatever I pleased. "I am sorry that my dad accosted you at the office today. I ought to have informed him of my decision. He is quite protective of me." I said, peering into her pretty face.She looked at me and nodded. "I can not blame him. One has to be careful.""Yes, but from what Dominic told me, my dad was unnecessarily harsh. I am so sorry about that." I apologized again. "Oh my. I told Dominic not to say anything about that to you. I promise you, I am over it." She said, "Please don't get into a fight with your dad." "Hey, you don't have anything to be worried about. He was only concerned about you and rightly so.
Helen's POV "Mom, what are you doing here?" I asked as soon as I arrived before my mom. However, the answer I got was a hard slap across my face. This was the second slap I was receiving today alone and I was beginning to wonder if today was cursed. Maybe I shouldn't have given in to Blake's demand that I return to work. If I hadn't listened to him, none of this would have happened. "You are a very big fool, Helen. I thought you had given this up? I thought you had come back to your senses. But no, you want to further disgrace our family, huh?" She hissed at me. I squinted my eyes at her, wondering what the hell she was talking about? If anyone was disgracing our family right now, it would be my mom."Mom, what are you talking about? I have done nothing wrong to you or Dad. I haven't tried to disgrace our family's name, so why are you here and making all of this drama?" I asked in a low tone, but that only earned me a slap to my face. Again!"Ma'am, I think you need to leave no
Helen's POV "I believe you must be satisfied right now huh?" Dominic hissed loudly at Mr. Robinson. "No, I believe this time. Give me that phone. I have to talk to my son. All of this has to be one big grave mistake." The old man yelled and grabbed the cell phone out of Dominic's hand. "Son, what the hell is this? How can you make her work in your office? She is not capable of ruling this company. Don't allow her lies and talks to get to you." He hissed. "Dad, I am not being manipulated in any way. I just need direct control of the company. You are so busy with projects from our other companies. You are also against anyone from the board acting in my stead and that is understandable because they are all dogs who are waiting for an opportunity to overthrow us. We don't want someone trying to take the company from under my nose." Blake explained to his father. "Great. I am glad you know that someone out there is desperate to take your position and place in this company. Why don't y
Helen's POV I sat at Blake's office chair and my hands flooded with sweat as the weight of what I was doing weighed on me. It had been months since I was last in this office and everything looked and felt so different. I still couldn't believe I had agreed to do this for Blake, not after all the evil he had meted out to me in this office. My eyes went to the west part of the wall and I recalled the way I had lost my virginity to him. It was brash and fast, but still so pleasurable. My body flushed with excitement as the memories danced in my head and I clenched my vaginal walls tightly to prevent myself from flooding with my juices, but that only managed to make everything worse. A knock sounded on the door, and I took a breath in, putting myself and my emotions together. "Come in," I answered and Dominic walked into the office, looking as sharp and dashing as ever. "Oh my. Helen, you look like a female president of the United States. I am super impressed by how you look." He sa
Blake's POV I watched Helen's eyes mist up with tears and honestly, mine went misty too. There was so much joy in watching her get so excited seeing me walking on my own. Wasn't this what she had wanted earlier on? Well, it was happening now, and I couldn't be happier giving her what she wanted. "Blake, you just took a step." She said in excitement. "Yes, I did," I said and tried to take another step, but my legs suddenly felt so wobbly, and pain shot through me, making my knees go weak. My therapist held me back with a firm grip and kept me from falling to the floor. Gently, she led me to the bed and made me lie down. Helen was by my side in seconds and she had a worried look in her eyes. "You need to calm down, Mr. Robinson. I know you are very excited at the prospect of walking again, but you need to calm down. You are moving really fast and if you wear your body out in time, you might create even worse injuries for yourself. Recovery is a slow and steady process." She said,
Helen's POV I watched Blake take on the next lap of his session with a dexterity and strength that shocked even me. The therapist was trying to get him to stand properly, and it was quite a challenge, especially since he hadn't walked or stood upright for months. Well, he has been shocking me ever since he gained consciousness. Everything about him had changed, and I feared what would become of me when he finally switched back. "Then you tell him you want a divorce." The voice in my head hissed at me. Even though it sounded like a possible decision to make, I knew I might not be able to make it. The best time for me to have demanded a divorce was the day he went into a seizure. I had the boldness, courage, and the conviction to demand that at that time. Unfortunately, now, I wasn't as strong as I was then. My phone rang beside me, drawing my attention away from Blake and the therapist. I stared at the screen to see it was Dominic calling. I let out a deep breath and picked up the
Helen's POV What the hell had happened to Blake? This question danced a lot in my head as I led him into his penthouse. Ever since he woke up from his seizure-induced coma, he has been unusually nice to me. Like really, really nice, and it was kind of disturbing. Yes, I always wanted him to act nicely towards me, but this was all too sudden. It was as though I was seeing a really different version of the man, and it scared me. Who the hell was he and what had happened to him after that seizure?Well, I couldn't get answers to that since I didn't bring myself to ask that question. He looked so fierce and dominating and it filled me with a lot of chills. "Welcome home, Mr. Robinson." The maids all welcomed us as soon as we entered the apartment. There were no balloons, confetti, or other decorations, and somehow, I was grateful for that. His first welcome home had been so colourful and I didn't want to rush jinxing things up. "Thank you everyone." He smiled deeply at them and held