Joyce opened the metal door widely and rushed in. She looked at her boss on his king sized bed and thought he was unconscious. With fear, she climbed the bed and started calling his name. She was beginning to sweat in her palms but as she lifted one of his hands in hers, he made a turn around and rested his bonce on her thighs.
She hissed aloud. "Gosh, I thought he's dead. I've forgotten he sleeps like one," she complained to her relief and then pushed him gently to awake him. "James?"
No response.
"Hey, James," she shouted but he could only snuggled closer and circled a hand around her waist. Her mouth formed an 'o' as she exclaimed, "You've got some guts, haven't you?" She uttered as her eyes drifted to where her phone was on the far edge of the bed. She would have to stretch all her body to reach it.
James turned with his chest facing up. He was still fast asleep or so she thought.
James lifted her chin with his right index finger and made her to look at him while he stared at the luscious twins beneath her nose that were trembling, possibly out of fear.He smiled. "I'll recognize those lips anywhere,"he mentioned and her jaw dropped." But, I'll have to confirm, "his voice came out as a whisper now.Joyce's mouth opened and close more than usual. It seemed she suddenly forget how to talk. She couldn't make words out of her mouth. What was he trying to do? What did he mean by confirming? She was curious.James leaned his head downward slowly with his finger still under her chin. He raised his eyelids to see that she almost had her eyes closed and also leaning toward him, although with hesitation, as if she was unsure about it.Gently, but seductively, his lips touched hers but moved away too quickly. He started acting sluggishly when she suddenly seemed impatient to be c
"Can you at least hear me out?" James pleaded in a calmer tone. He used a hand to rub his neck and paced a few times before taking Joyce's hand and took her to his living room.She couldn't say anything. All she found herself doing was looking at him go about before settling on the large table at the center of the room before her."Joyce, I really don't know how to explain this to you for you to be really convinced,"he started and met her eyes, but she didn't utter a word so he continued," Vivian and I are just friends. Nothing more. I don't know what she has planted into your head but they are all lies,"he said, and when she opened her mouth, probably to protest, he made her swallow her unspoken words by holding her hands.He must confess,he loved the feeling. "Joyce, I love you," he revealed and watched as her gaze shifted from their hands to his face and he nodded in confirmation that he meant what he said. "I really do
Joyce got home and started pondering about everything. She should just try to forget everything about her boss and move on. After all, she had submitted her resignation letter. She didn't need to go to work anymore but what would she do now? There is only one option and that is to go out and look for job. Philip, who could have been her other option, was now out of the game,all thanks to her amazing boss.Something popped up in her mind and she was immediately filled with remorse. James's parents. She lied to them. She deceived them, made them believe she was together with their son. She touched the necklace that was given to her by his mother. She had to return that and reveal the truth. She could not bear keeping it from them, especially Mrs. Andrew. She was too nice, although somehow cunning.She made a mental note to visit the Andrews the following day.She exited her room and went to the living room and saw h
"How could you be so dumb to let yourself get injured? It doesn't seem to me like you love yourself at all. See how the innocent fingers are bleeding all because of your carelessness,"Joyce nagged as she treated her boss's wound, but refused to spare him a glance. She should just help with the injury, reveal the truth to his parents and leave his life for good.She had some savings from the salary she had earned. Maybe she would just set up her own hair salon. She had learnt the work even before she got admission into the university and she was quite good at it. In fact, very good.But, she had to admit that it would be so hard to forget her boss. She had thought it would be easy not until she saw him now. All the feelings she thought she had buried in her heart resurrected at his sight and even became stronger. She was still head over heels in love with her boss. And that's why she couldn't look him in the eyes now,afraid of what s
Mrs. Andrew looked from her son to the lady she had come to love. She didn't know the reason she loved Joyce. Maybe it was because Joyce reminded her so much of her youth.But now, they had deceived her and she had known from the very beginning. She just decided to play along because she could feel her son felt something for the lady. She had sensed that when he strongly denied her when Peter mentioned her and the way he looked at her and how nervous she seemed around him. Mrs. Andrew always get nervous, too when she was younger whenever she's with James's father.She smiles at the memory. No one would have thought she would end up marrying her husband because they were just two opposite things that attracted each other.She shook her head after sighting James's and Joyce's hands in each other. You kids still think you can fool me? She pondered. "I know you guys are not together," she blurted out and shocked them
Vivian parked her car and alighted, entered the eatery she had once been with James, 'Yes, thanks." The building had changed a lot. It now had flowers planted at its entrance, which was not there before and the uncompleted bakery beside it had been finished. There was now a gate at the entrance but one could easily and clearly see what was going on outside the gate because of the open spaces between the rods of the gate.She had parked her car outside the gate because she would not be staying long. She was not there to eat but to meet someone.She had heard that James was going to get married, and not just to anyone but Joyce, the gold-digger. That news a very sad one for her and she was willing to go extra mile just to make sure that the wedding would not hold. She would do everything in her power and that was why she was there. If she was not going to have James,neither will Joyce not any other woman out there.&
Joyce opened the door to her fiance's house and entered, soaking wet and in tears."Sweetheart, is that you?" James voice was heard from his room but he received no reply. Moments later, he appeared at the peak of the stairs, but at the sight of Joyce, he rushed down to her and cupped her cheeks with his hands. "Baby, what is wrong with you? I was worried about you and your line stopped going through after ringing once," his voice was wrapped with love and care for her.Joyce sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but said nothing.James collected her bag from her, put it on the couch in the living room and swept her up in his arms up the stairs into his room. He opened the door to the adjoining bathroom in his room and set her down on her feet."You are drenched, sunshine. Take a shower out of that dress, then we can talk," he urged and lifted up her chin and planted a so
"How did you say you lost your phone again? I forgot you did and I was looking for it in your bag," James said as he walked to the kitchen and sat on the stood available by the kitchen counter and started bringing out the stuff in her bag."How will you remember when all you were thinking about was my panties?" Joyce teased and laughed sardonically."Babe?" he laughed. "You're a fucking liar. I was asking you what happened and all you were doing was driving me crazy. I couldn't resist," he added and laughed and Joyce gave out an ear piercing laughter along with you."Rumaging my bag has become an habit to you, James," she changed the subject as she noticed he was still bringing out the things in her bag. She added some pinches of salt into the spaghetti she was cooking and covered the pot. He had been taking interest in doing that since God knows when as if he was looking for something he put there. What she was certain of was
James got to his car and opened the door for his fiancee to alight. That was what they had planned that morning when Annabelle had uninvitedly visit her house to apologize and explain the reasons behind her actions.Joyce had found out that her story of being sexually molested by her uncle was true and Vivian had used that as her first weapon, promising to help her fly out of the country if she would obey her."I really hesitated at first because I knew it was wrong and because you were so nice to me, but my desperation to escape from my uncle got the best of me and I had no choice but to do it, especially after Vivian told me that she was initially with Mister James before you ruined it,"Annabelle had explained earlier that morning.Joyce did not seem shocked after hearing her explanation that morning. She was only disappointed in her. But she understood her. She had her reasons, just that her way of making things right
James brought Joyce and her mother home after leaving the police station. The DPO had sent some of his men to Vivian's address that he had given to have her arrested.But, throughout their ride in the car, Joyce did not say a word, nor did she even glance at him once from where she was sitting beside him. He was the one stealing glances and yearning for her to meet his eyes and that was quite torturing for him. She had changed and he hoped that the reason should just be that she was stressed out and not because she had gotten tired of him.He didn't want that. He never did.He parked in their front porch and alighted to help Joyce out of the car. Her mother joined them, holding Joyce's other hand and started walking her in. She was too weak to be able to walk on her own."Sorry, my dear," Felicia said as she opened the front door for them to go inside."Oh, dear! You got me s
In no time,they were in DPO's office and James had questioned him as to the reason he had Joyce arrested when he had clearly stated that he had no intention of pursuing the case.The officer smiled a little at James' reaction. "Sir, you know it is actually impossible for us to take such step without prior permission," he explained."Then, who gave you the permission?" James was curious. He knew the only people who could give suslch permission was his family,but who exactly was it?"Your mother came here and inform me that you changed your mind about the case and that you wanted the culprit to face the wrath of the law," the police man expounded.James placed his elbows on the desk before him and buried his face in his palms. How could his mother do that? What had even gotten into her? For as much as she knew,she really loved Joyce as her own child. But why would that change all of a sudden? He trie
James was almost at his mother's house when his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Joyce's mother calling him. What could be wrong? She had never called him ever since the incident happened. Not for once. He feared something might have happened to Joyce, so he quickly answered the call and greeted.The woman did not answer his greeting but went directly to her reason for calling her. One should not heat around the bush in cases like hers or it would be dangerous. "I beg of you, my dear, let Joyce be released from the police's custody. She knew absolutely nothing about the money," she was in tears and that was noticeable through her voice.James felt shivers ran down his spine. What was she talking about? Joyce? In police's custody? How? When?He swerved to the side of the road, halting the car with the ignition on. "What!" That was the only word that had the courage to leave his mouth despite all the
James glared at her as they got into the compound. He was furious. He had actually not expected that of Vivian. He was aware that she did not seem to like Joyce with reasons that are vague to him, but she should not have blurted it out like that. It was an embarrassment to him and would definitely tarnish Joyce's reputation with his workers. He did not want that.Vivian could only give an evil smile as she folded her arms and watched his actions. Exactly what she wanted, to make him mad.She loved seeing him in such a state. She knew he was trying to tell her something with the way he opened his mouth and closed them back. He seemed too angry to say anything, so she decided to help him out. "Are you perhaps wondering how I got to know about it?"James narrowed his eyes at her. That was not exactly what she was pondering on, but it would not be so bad to know where she got the news from. "Yeah?" No one knew about the issue
James was in his office for the first time in weeks. He needed to go if he did not want his company to liquidate. He had to monitor the business going on in the company or he was going to lose a whole lot.Things had not been very easy for him. He had not been doing well and the sadness within him was boldly written on his face. Anyone could see that he had not been his usual self. Most of his employees had been asking him what was wrong with him and all he could tell them was that he fell sick. That was not a lie actually, and it was definitely not the truth as well. But he could not just be explaining everything that happened to them. That was his personal life and problem.He managed to finish some paperworks at work and gave the rest up till the following day. He had piles of files to go through. How he wished Joyce was still with him! Those contracts would take her not more than a day to review,which would make it easier for him to
What was her mother talking about? Preg –what? Was that how easy it was to conceive? It was not a bad news, but nor was it a good news, too. How perfect would it be if she could share the news with James! He did not even pick her calls nor call back anymore. Perhaps, he was still angry. He might have totally forgotten about her.But, it could be true. She had not seen her period that month, but she had been too bothered to notice.A tear escaped from one of her eyes and like a flash of lightning, she moved her palm and wiped the stubborn stroke of tear away from her cheek. She should not get too emotional, but how could that be possible when she had no happiness?What was it that she did wrong to deserve the suffering she was having now? She would not mind if she had to apologize to anyone to regain her joy. Just mention who."What did you say, mum?" It was possible for her to actually be ove
Joyce rushed outside her room to the bathroom to puke. She had been ill and had been having morning sickness for a few days now. She had been feeling very weak and lazy to even wash to even wash the dishes.She opened the tap and rinsed her mouth a few times. She placed her hands on the zinc and sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. "I need to get myself treated for malaria," she muttered to herself as she closed her eyes briefly. She heard someone cleared their throat behind her, so she looked at the entrance beside her and saw her mother watching her in some kind of way. She could not decipher what the look meant, so she raised a brow, indirectly asking her mother what the problem was and why she was staring, more like glaring at her.Instead of replying, Felicia moved closer to her and soothingly rubbed her daughter's belly, hoping she would get the hint of what she was trying to relay to her. But unfortunately, Joyce looked
It had been a week since the kidnapping of Joyce's parents and Annabelle was just going back to Vivian's house after buying herself a dinner.Vivian had promised to take her out of the country the following week and she had been very excited about that. She literally bounced her way back home as she lingered on the thought of what she could do when she got abroad. Her thoughts strayed to the suffering and molestation she had experienced in her Uncle's house.His Uncle never allowed her to leave the house. He would lock the door with her inside whenever he was going to work and come inside her room to sexually harass herwhen he got back. She had been so helpless at the time, and that was why she had not hesitated to live with Vivian when she had suggested it.She could almost not believe that she would be running away from him forever. Her plan was to travel out of the country and never come back to Nigeria since she had