My forehead was creased with numerous lines as I focused on the financial reports in front of me. I was still trying to understand the missing figures on the the report when my office door burst open and Nala walked in, her eyes wide with urgency. I felt a surge of irritation at the interruption."Nala, what's the meaning of this?" I asked sternly, looking up from my papers. "How many times do I have to tell you to knock before coming in?”But Nala didn't apologize or hesitate. "I'm sorry, Daniel, but it's urgent," she said, her voice firm. "You need to see this."“What is it?”Nala scurried to stand beside me with an iPad. She showed me a picture of me and pollen walking side by side, then there’s one of us holding hands, and the last one made it look like we were kissing.“What magazine wrote this?”I asked in fury.“‘It’s a blog called Everything Billionaires”“Tell them to take it down or face my wrath”I went back to reviewing the financial report.“Okay Sir” Nala answered and m
MARKI walked downstairs, my footsteps resounding through the grand staircase of our mansion. The crystal chandelier above me illuminated the light, casting a kaleidoscope of colours on the marble floor. I passed by the sweeping staircase, adorned with intricate carvings, and made my way to the living room.My mom sat on the plush sofa, immersed in her phone, surrounded by the palatial decor of our luxurious home. The walls were painted a warm beige, complemented by the rich wood tones of the furniture and the vibrant colours of the artwork. The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed natural light to pour in, illuminating the space.I approached her, my mind preoccupied with the conversation I wanted to have. "Mum, can we talk?" I asked, trying to get her attention.She barely looked up, her eyes scanning the pages of the magazine. "What is it, Mark?" she replied distractedly.I took a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully. "I want Emilia to move in with us. I don't trust her eno
MARK’S POVI stormed into my room and slammed the door behind me. I was still furious from the argument with my parents. I couldn't believe they still prioritise other people over me even at this age.I slumped down in my bed and brought out my phone, dialling Emilia's number.She answered on the first ring."Hey. What did your mother say?”“Is that all you care about? You didn’t even ask how my day went.”“That is none of my business, Mark. What is going on between us is strictly transactional.”“Can you not say that? The baby can hear you.”“Oh please”I inhaled deeply, trying to calm down. "Hey, Em. It's not good. I just talked to my parents about you moving in with us, and they said no."There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line. "What? Why not?"I ran my hand through my hair, the surge of frustration growing. "They just don't want to deal with it, I guess. They're being really stubborn."Emilia made a loud sigh.“Look, I will do everything I can to ensure you move i
Pollen’s POV“Are you in love with Raymond?” Mia’s words hit me like a sledgehammer to the heart.Am I in love with that asshole? I asked myself.“Ewww! No. Who in their right senses will love such an arrogant, inconsistent, annoying, conceited and insensitive human? Definitely not me” I objected strongly.“Ummm— you sound like you do” Laura, my little sister, made a face and smiled at Mia.“Yes. I totally agree with her” Mia nodded repeatedly.“No, I’m not” “Then why are you worried he asked you to leave his house?” Mia raised an eyebrow.“I am carrying his child, remember?”“And?” Laura shoved a Dorito in her mouth.“And my baby needs his father,” I emphasized. “He only asked you to leave, he never said he was cutting you off. It’s just your presence he doesn’t want around him” Mia explained in detail.“Even at that—” I was about to start whining again when their menacing gaze shut me up.“But from another perspective, don’t you think Raymond is in love with her too?” I unconscio
Pollen’s POV I sat at the back seat of the cab with Mia, Patricia had left me dumbfounded after everything she said back in her house.When the car pulled over at the apartment Mia was renting, I didn’t even realize. The 30 minute drive from Covington to Conyers, where Mia’s studio apartment is located, felt like a stone throw.“Hey. We are here” Mia said to me calmly.“Okay” Was all I could say as I got out of the car.Mia had already gotten the box that contained my belongings. I tried to take it from here, but she refused.“It’s okay, I got you”I trailed behind her wordlessly as we entered the threshold of the studio apartment. She opened the door, and I exhaled loudly.“Welcome home,” She said.I took in the sparky white apart, before plunging into the gray mid-century sofa filled with dark blue and burnt orange pillows. She pushed open the door by the left side of the living room, it turned out to be the bedroom. She took my box in and came out to stand before me.“Your pla
Natasha’s POVIt’s been days since my plan went through and the pauper got kicked out of the house, but why hasn’t anything changed? I am still starved of Raymond’s attention and the maids have suddenly lost enthusiasm for their jobs. They go about taking my orders like robots, with no ounce of emotion when I call them derogatory names nor any fear when I threaten to fire them.To make matters worse, Raymond always comes home late. He is either too stressed to keep me company or too busy with some work he brought from the office. “I wonder when he will be returning today” I said to myself and took a quick glance at the pink gold Cartier watch around my wrist.I got on my feet when I heard the sound of the door passcode being punched in. He was back. Before I made it to the door, Alex pulled in with a drunken Raymond.“Hi” Alex said and proceeded with Raymond upstairs.“Hi” I managed to mutter as I stared at the unbelievable sight before me.Did my supposed fiancée drink to stupor
Raymond’s POVI woke up the next morning with little to no knowledge of what had transpired the previous night.I had a hot bath and threw on a white cardigan over a pair of dark blue and white loose trousers. I went down stairs for breakfast and Natasha was already at the dining table waiting.Her face lit up immediately when she saw me.“Good morning” She greeted me in a light enthusiastic voice.“Good morning” I pulled a chair directly opposite her.“Did you sleep well?” She leaned in with a strange smile, as if trying to pass a message.“Yes, I did”“Of course you did” Natasha used the tip of her toes to tickle my balls under the take.I jerked when she did that and looked around to be sure no one saw us.“About what happened last night—” I started when everything came fluttering in my head.“You owe me a quickie after breakfast” Natasha muttered in a sultry tone and bit her succulent bottom lip.My attention was drawn to her mouth when she bit her lip, it caused my dick to twi
Eric’s POVThe conference room buzzed with words like ‘Kirk’ and ‘Smith Larson’. It was so bad that my head began to ache.Kirk is a company owned by some thug turned wanna-be fashion brand. And out of all the fashion brands in the US, Kirk chose my company to be its core rival. If he wasn’t some desperate man with a bad reputation, maybe I would have found that to be an honor, but what business do I have with a guy who does and gets everything he wants the wrong and illegal way?Just last week, he spread fake rumors of me being in a relationship, good thing no one figured who Pollen really is else it would have been messier than it got. Now he is giving Smith Larson an impossible offer just so he can lay his hands on a contract worth billions of dollars. I have tried to look away, but the money involved and the fact that Larson is a good man who didn’t deserve to waste such an amount of money is making it hard to overlook.It’s more unsettling to know that Kirk knows who Pollen is,