I stared nervously at myself in the mirror. I was scared - so scared - that I was going to make a tragic mistake and ruin everything. I don’t want to blow this up, this could be the only chance I have and closest to getting an interview let alone a job.Lydia entered the bedroom with a cup of tea - drinking coffee is strictly forbidden - and handed me a cup with a nod of approval as she assessed my appearance.“You look like the typical personal assistant,” Lydia said.“Are you sure that they are going to like my dress at all?” I asked nervously.“For goodness sake, you are going to an interview, not a date.”“But the skirt looks bigger on me, like the overall uniform of an apprentice,” I complained.Lydia sighed. “You are pregnant, Sydney. It’s not advisable to wear tight clothes to avoid certain circumstances that might not be good. Listen to me, you are perfect and I’m sure that if you worry less about your appearance and focus more on building your confidence, you will get the job.
“Great! You can meet with Betty at the reception centre for more information about your new job,” he grinned at me and stood, returning to his chair and turning back to look at whatever it was.“Thank you,” I muttered and stumbled out. This interview was an intense one and I still feel hot from his close proximity. “How did it go?” Betty asked when she saw me.“I got the job. He said that I should meet you for more details,” I said, trying hard to contain my excitement. “Congratulations, Sydney,” Betty said.“Thanks.”“So here is what you need to know. Spencer Group Limited is one of the best business corporations in our city and since our CEO is back officially, double efforts will have to be made in order to keep the comps running on the top. Here is a daily schedule for your weekly activities, anything other important schedule or appointment will be conveyed to you later ,” Betty explained.I collected the paper and went through it carefully. “Thank you for this,” I said.Betty w
“What?” I asked. Fear has engulfed me and my voice has surrendered to the fear that was in me.I don't understand why he is acting this way. Just last week, he was wrapped around my body and banging me like his life depended on it, he was also sweet and warm to me. Now, he was cold and I merely recognize him as the man I fucked last week. Snapping back to the present, I listen to him as he vents his anger on me.“What the hell is this?” He repeated angrily.I gulped and replied, “I served you coffee.”Spencer slammed his hand on the desk and groaned in frustration, he gave me a few murderous glares and I felt like the earth should open up and swallow me whole.We stayed in an awkward silence for about five minutes before Spencer spoke out, this time his voice was calm.“I don't drink black and bland coffee like the one you prepared for me. I prefer creamy coffees with a measured amount of sugar in them and it must be warm - always warm and mushy. Do you know why I like my coffee to be
I walked into Spencer's with the most dreaded fear on my face. The lady who I clashed with earlier was staring at me with a mocking smile on her face. He should have briefed on the fact that he already has a girlfriend which I thought was the reason why he was suddenly acting cold towards me.“You asked me to come to your office, sir,” I said forcefully as I stood in front of them.“Yes. Miriam was telling me about how rude you spoke to her earlier today, why?” He asked.So Miriam was her name, huh? I thought in my mind. It was obvious since she was his girlfriend, whatever I said was never going to be a solid reason for her complaints. Nevertheless, I had to reply to him.“I'm deeply sorry for what happened. It was a simple misunderstanding between the both of us,” I replied.“Misunderstanding? You were acting like you are the boss here!” Miriam accused.“I wasn't aware that you portrayed my character like that, it wasn't in my intention to get such a bad impression from you.”She w
** Spencer **I returned home with a heavy feeling in my heart. I keep on thinking about Sydney and how the day went with her, it wasn't really what I expected it to be.Okay, I have to admit that I was mean and cold to her. I know how bad it made her feel but how can I come closer to her again when she was still putting on her wedding ring? This means that she was not getting the divorce or maybe she was just lying to me about how complicated her marriage was.Angry at myself for constantly thinking about her, I dash into the shower and run a cold shower. Her soft body wrapped around me makes me expel a soft moan from my lips.She was so fucking sweet that I keep yearning for her more and more, which I have never done for any woman before. What is so special about Sydney Talker, a married woman for that matter, and why can't I get her out of my head?It was obvious that she didn't even want me again and just wanted to get her work done and over with. But that magnetic force that keep
While working on the documents that Maya had brought in earlier, Max came into my office. “Hey, you didn't have breakfast this morning. Let's go and get some food to eat,” Max suggested. I nodded and picked up my phone. I texted the card details to Sydney but she hasn't replied to me yet, I wondered if she was truly shopping since I've not received any debit alert yet. “Are you expecting something?” Max asked. “No, why do you ask?” “You are concentrating on your phone,” he observed. “You won't believe what happened this morning. When I came into the office, Sydney was looking so sexy that I almost banged her on her desk,” I told him. Max's eyes widened in shock. “I thought you said you were going to forget about anything intimate with her!” “I know that I promised but I couldn't resist her charming appearance. I grabbed her and kissed her passionately but then, Maya came in and interrupted our kissing,” I groaned. “Good thing that Maya came in. You would have done what is in
** Sydney ** Instead of going to the mall to shop as I was instructed, I went straight to the hospital where Lydia was working. She was on duty and was super excited when she saw me as I came in.“Sydney, what a pleasant surprise for me to see you here,” she said and hugged me tight.“I had a horrible experience with Spencer this morning and he had to even send me to the shopping mall,” I explained.“What happened?” “We kissed and almost banged in his office if not for the interruption of one of the senior clerks. He said it was because of my outfit, that it was too seductive and he couldn't handle the seduction so he gave me his credit card and instructed me to get decent outfits for work,” I sighed as I explained to her.Lydia shook her head. “Sydney, you can quit this job if you know that you can't handle the heat between you and Spencer. Instead of falling helplessly into his arms like that, you can avoid it by staying at home.”“I can't just do that, Lydia. Remember the reason
I stood up with so much appreciation in my heart. Sarah's words comforted me beyond my expectations. It gave me a new surge of light that flowed in me ultimately.“Thank you, Sarah, for your kind words,” I said with a heartfelt gratitude.Sarah nodded. “I'm glad to have this conversation with you and I hope that my words offer you some comfort within your inner self.”“I'm pretty sure that it will,” I said and left to where Lydia was posted.“How was your conversation with Sarah?” Lydia asked me as soon as she saw me.“It was awesome and I enjoyed it a lot!” I said with excitement.It was one of the best conversations I've had ever since Aiden and I got separated. I know that I will need all the encouragement that I can muster to stay strong and fight every obstacle that comes my way.“Miss Talker?” I heard a familiar voice from behind me.When I turned around, I saw Spencer's close friend behind me. His face was contorted with worry and concern as he stared at me intently. My heart
** Sydney ** The day had finally arrived. The warm sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the bridal suite, casting a soft glow over everything it touched. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in awe. The white dress I wore was a dream, elegant and simple, yet breathtaking in its detail. The lace sleeves hugged my arms, and the fabric flowed down like a waterfall, pooling gently at my feet. I could hardly believe it was me. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart fluttering with excitement. Today was the day I would marry Spencer—the man who had walked into my life at a time when I needed him the most, and the man I had grown to love more than I ever thought possible. The past few months had been a whirlwind, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just us. There was a knock at the door, and Lydia, my best friend and now my maid of honor, peeked her head in. “You ready?” she asked with a grin. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, my voice shaking sli
Elizabeth was sitting calmly in the living room, her legs were crossed and I could feel the elegance as it emanated from her calmness. My heartbeat was louder than the sound that came from the movie that she was watching in the television."Mom, you're here," Spencer said to get her attention.She turned around and smiled at him, when she looked at me, she maintained a mild expression before looking back at her son. "Yes, Spencer. I was bored at my place so I decided to come over and see you and Sydney," she replied to him.Spencer ordered a tray of fruits for his mom while we settled down to keep her company."You are looking healthy, Sydney," she complimented me."Thank you," I said with nervousness. I felt like my nervous system was going to break down any minute from now."Spencer, can you spare me twenty minutes of a private moment with Sydney?" Elizabeth asked her son.Spencer nodded and stood up, "Okay."As soon as he left, my heart sank further because I thought that Elizabeth
** Sydney**I felt his touch on my hair and earlobe and neck, his hands were all over my face but his touch was gentle, sweet and arousing. I stirred my eyes open slowly, I didn't want to wake up in the first place because the last few events have been exhausting for me.Learning the truth in the most painful manner was exhausting enough for me, I was glad that I was done with the Talker's family although it was not yet official. Aiden had really used my heart and broken it into a million pieces but in the darkest of hearts, I have found Spencer and he was willing to be my ride or die for life and nothing was going to change that forever."Good morning, sleepy head," Spencer murmured in my eyes and I giggled, that sweet feeling of being a loved woman has returned to me again."Spencer, why are you disturbing I and the baby so early in the morning?" I asked, pretending to be angry at him.He kissed my forehead and then my baby bump that was more visible now, we were almost at sixteen w
** Sydney ** I had thought about it for days before deciding to make the trip to see Joyceline. Part of me had wanted to avoid her altogether, to leave everything she had done in the past where it belonged—behind me. But there was another part, the part that needed closure, that needed to confront her, not out of anger or vengeance, but to finally put everything to rest. The drive to the jail was long, giving me too much time to think. As I parked the car and walked inside, my heart beat steadily in my chest, though I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or resolve. It felt surreal, walking into this place, knowing that the woman who had once been my friend had turned against me in such a cruel way. They led me through the dimly lit hallways to a small room, separated by a pane of glass. Joyceline would be brought in soon, and I would finally face her. I sat down on the cold metal chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the table as I waited. When she entered, escorted by
** Sydney ** The pen trembled slightly in my hand as I hovered over the final line of the divorce papers. It was surreal to think that after everything, it was finally coming to an end. My marriage to Aiden—the lies, the manipulation, the deceit—was all about to be over with one stroke of a pen. I let out a deep breath and pressed the ink down, signing my name for the last time as his wife. It was done. I was free. I sat back in my chair, feeling both a weight lift off my chest and a strange emptiness settle in its place. It wasn’t like I was sad to see Aiden go. In fact, I was relieved. But the reality of it all—how much I had endured, how much I had fought for, only to end up here—left me feeling raw, exposed. “You alright?” Spencer’s voice cut through my thoughts, gentle but concerned. He was sitting across from me, his eyes soft as he watched me. I nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yeah. It’s just… surreal.” He reached across the table and took my hand, giving it a comfortin
** Spencer ** “Sydney, we need to talk about this now,” I said. She nodded, biting her lip as she tried to hold back more tears. “I just… I don’t know what to do or say now.” I gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll figure it out, Sydney. You’re strong. And whatever you decide, I’ll be here for you. Always.” She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude, and for a moment, the tension in the room lifted. We sat there in silence, just the two of us, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe—just maybe—things would be okay again. I stayed close to Sydney, watching as the emotions played across her face. Her eyes, once filled with hurt and confusion, softened slightly as the reality of everything settled in. I could see the exhaustion in her, both from the ordeal with Aiden and the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on ever since he came back into her life. For a moment, I didn’t know what else to say. I just held her hand, letting the sil
Spencer’s POV I lost track of time after they took Sydney in. The sterile hospital walls felt like they were closing in, and the ticking of the clock in the waiting room was deafening. I kept pacing, back and forth, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if the drug Joyceline gave her had lasting effects? What if the baby was harmed? Every minute felt like a lifetime. Max had come by earlier, sitting with me for a bit before he had to head out. His presence had been grounding, but now I was alone, back to circling the room. The nurses occasionally gave me sympathetic looks, but none of them had any answers. I ran my hands through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not after everything. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door to the waiting room swung open. I spun around, my heart pounding as the doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. I rushed up to him before he could even say a word. “How is she? Is Sydney okay? And the bab
**Spencer** The tension in the police van was palpable, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the silence as we raced toward the location Collins had texted me. My hands were clenched tight, knuckles white from the grip I had on my phone. The moment the message had come through, I knew this was it—this was where Joyceline was holding Sydney. A sense of dread had been eating at me ever since I found out what Joyceline had planned. I should have seen it coming. After all, she was never one to back down, especially not when it came to getting what she wanted. But this… this was insane, even for her. I glanced at the police officers sitting beside me, their faces grim and focused. They had been briefed, and they knew how delicate this situation was. Sydney was pregnant, and any wrong move could not only endanger her but also the baby. The head of the task force, Officer Richards, looked over at me. “We’re almost there. Stay calm, Martin. We’ll handle this.” I nodded, swallowin
** Sydney ** I sat at the café, stirring the spoon in my coffee absentmindedly. The tension in my stomach hadn’t eased since Joyceline had called. I glanced at the door every few seconds, scanning each new arrival. My nerves were on high alert, and it didn’t help that Joyceline had always been good at getting under my skin. I tried to recall the last time we had spoken before everything exploded. She was the person I trusted with everything, my best friend—or at least, she had been before the betrayal. And now, here I was, waiting for her as if things hadn’t completely fallen apart. The door chimed, and in walked Joyceline. She wore her signature smirk, her eyes scanning the café until they landed on me. Her outfit was immaculate as always—a designer coat draped over her shoulders, her heels clicking as she walked confidently toward my table. Nothing about her seemed different on the surface, yet there was something in her eyes… something I couldn’t quite place. “Sydney,” she gree