GLENDA'S POVGrace and I helped Jane pack, keeping her company as Sam had to quickly deal with something.Jane had expressed her displeasure regarding Sam's disappearance to go discuss his business.It was her wedding and she expected to have her husband all to herself for the day. Grace and I consoled her, and tried to cheer her up by giving excuses on Sam's behalf.We lightly chatted about the notable events that took place during the ceremony. Jane's anger dissipated as we recalled the hilarious things that took place. We ended up laughing our hearts out.When we were done, I retired to my room, hoping that I hadn't arrived too late to meet with Maurice.A painful gnawing disappointment welcomed me when I stepped into the room to find it empty. Maurice had not come.I thought he would be in the room by now since I had taken longer spending time with Jane before returning here.I hoped he had not changed his mind. I hoped Lucy had not convinced him to be with her instead.My mind wh
MAURICE'S POVMy hand reached the peak of her legs and I was pleasantly amazed to see that she was shaved clean. It felt so soft against the roughness of my palm. It was enchanting.“I want you, Glenda.” My voice came out muffled against her mouth and hoarse from passion and need.She inched in closer, pressing her globes against my bare chest. Her movement caused my hand to slide into her wet core.“I want you, Maurice.” Her voice mirrored mine, soaked and etched in passion.Her words were all the urging I needed to break my restraint. I rolled on top of her, positioning myself between her legs, my lips not parting from hers even for a second.My thoughts, attention and focus were only on the beautiful goddess laying before me.Glenda's palm contacted my chest and pushed me gently away from her.“Are you not going to get that?” It was only after she asked that I paid attention to my phone that had been ringing non stop. “I could do that later.” I said hoarsely and pressed myself ag
GLENDA'S POVI beat myself up, regretting why I had insisted that Maurice took the call that night.It has been days since we returned to London and I hadn't seen him. He was so swamped with work that he was always on the phone or at the office or in his study.We barely saw or spoke to each other and I was beginning to get angry about it. I had thought we were making headway in our relationship, only for it to plummet down into a well.It felt as if we were back to the beginning. Starting all over again from point zero. Maurice was barely talking to me, just like the first time I arrived here.He was back to spending more time with Lucy. Back to ignoring me and acting like I didn't exist.I sat at the balcony overlooking the lake, a heavy sadness sat in my heart and a sickening loneliness consumed me. “Are you going to keep sulking in secret?” I heard Nana's voice from behind and I stirred to come face to face with her.“Nana.” I greeted her with a nod.“Don't do that.” She said st
MAURICE'S POVI buried my head, intently focused on the papers in my hand. My back was aching from sitting too much, but I couldn't get a break yet. Not until all of this was sorted out.I heard the door creak open. I didn't raise my head. I wasn't expecting anyone else other than Lucy.The smell of fresh steaming coffee wafted into my nostrils. At that moment, a cup slid across the table to my end.“Thank you.” I said with deep gratitude. It was just what I needed. Without raising my head, I grabbed the cup and sipped from it. The liquid warmed its way down my throat, magically soothing my tired nerves.I smacked my lips, relishing the taste. “I really needed this.” I remarked, taking another sip.Lucy is awkwardly quiet. Lucy is never quiet. “More bad news?” I asked just as I raised my head.“Glenda?” My eyes grew wide and there was surprise in my voice. I was not expecting her to be here.Last I remember, she was angry at me the day we returned to London because I had Lucy sit wit
GLENDA'S POV“These figures don't…” I stopped myself just as I raised my head to find Maurice's gaze focused on me.I wondered why he was looking at me that way. Like a flash, my mind played back the events of the past minutes.I realized that I may have pissed him by saying he knew nothing about me.“I'm sorry.” I apologized. “I didn't mean what I said in a bad way, believe me.” I pleaded earnestly.“What are you apologizing for? You didn't lie.” He spoke so casually and there was not a trace of irritation in his tone.“I shouldn't have blurted that out like that.”He ignored me, totally brushing off my apology (which he seemed to think was not needed) aside and changed the topic.“What about the figures?” He gestured to the file I was still holding. His gaze turned serious.I bowed my head as embarrassment crept up my spine. I realized I had let my mouth run ahead of me. What was I thinking trying to give my opinion about Maurice's business?Of course, he wouldn't listen. Like my fa
MAURICE'S POV“This is one big risk you're taking Maurice. Are you sure you've thought this through?” Sam asked for the umpteen time. His voice had a warning tone over the phone.I had just called him to tell him about my decision to go along with the suggestion Glenda had given me. Although I never mentioned the idea came from Glenda.Sam had been impressed with the idea but not without endlessly stating his fears if things were to go south. “We are businessmen Sam, we thrive by taking risks, don't we?” “But this is one hell of a risk.” Sam stated.“I know, but think of it. If Ed decides to take his business elsewhere, we won't even be having any risks to take. How about that?” I countered.There was silence from Sam's end. He seemed to give it another thought given my insistence on going with the plan.“Alright. As it is, we don't have many other choices.” He finally said in resignation.“That's what I thought…”Sam sighed. “Fingers crossed then. I hope we hit it with this… Thanks
GLENDA’S POVI poked my head through the door to peek in at Maurice's study. He turned also immediately, catching me in my sneaking game.He was standing by his phone. I assumed he had probably just finished with a call or he was waiting for one. Either way, he seemed busy, so I decided to go and come back later.“I'll come back later.” I spoke in a small voice. Just as I withdrew my head, trying to shut the door behind me, Maurice stopped me.“Come. What is it?” He asked as he made his way around his table to his seat. His tone had carried an irate order. And I subtly regretted why I had come to him at this time. He seemed to be in a foul mood.Slowly and fearfully, I shifted the rest of my body into his study. I shut the door behind me and clung to the door knob. I didn't move from the entrance just in case I needed to escape, it would be easy. I didn't want to bear the brunt of his anger.“Don't just stand there! What do you want?” He snapped.I flinched at the authority in his to
MAURICE'S POVIt was ironic how Glenda was saying the same thing Sam had said to me. Although Sam pitched his differently, they were both implying the same thing. They wanted me to right my wrong, put myself out there and live life freely. Without holding on to the past.It was a simple yet such a difficult task and I didn't want to think about it, at least not now. I instead, focused on the delicate hands slowly and expertly massaging my temples, bringing me immense relief.“You said you used to do this for your grandma?” I asked with my eyes still shut.I sensed Glenda's smile. I could guess she had pleasant memories of her grandmother.“Yes. Grandma loved it when I did this for her. She would sometimes request for a temple massage even when she felt no pain.” There was glee in her voice as she seemed to travel down memory lane.She continued. “Granny said I have delicate hands.”Mentally, I concured to Glenda's statement. Her granny was right. She did have delicate hands, that brou