They walked around till Sly found a small empty room. He shoved Monica in with himself and locked the door. The click of the keys jolted her into reality. She was alone with Sly in a locked room. What could happen? She has never been in a situation like this. Sly didn’t know what to do. He has never been in a situation like this either. He could have any girl he wanted. Majority would have jumped at this offer and yet, Monica makes him feel like a monster.
“Can you explain what happened there?” He forced his voice to be calm, not wanting to anger her. His life depended on this and he sacrificed all his work to make it happen. Now he understood being a social phobia was a big deal to someone like him. Monica was silent, inducing rage in Sly. He couldn’t take it any longer and walked close to her, lifting her chin with his palm, his eyes piercing into hers. Monica struggled to lower her gaze but Sly held her firmly in his palm.
Apprehension would not allow her to look him in the eyes. When Sly forced her to, she shut her eyes. Sly was insane. He could handle a whole company and a whole range of girls yet, a shy one is the one making him boil.
His voice turned deep and low, making it sound seductive. “Look at me when I'm talking to you. You should know how rude it is to look elsewhere during a conversation right?” Monica's demeanor relaxed. Slowly, she opened her eyes, not comfortable with the closeness. Her back was now against the wall, Sly’s form shadowing her. Her light brown eyes locked on his green eyes for the first time. Tension turned to fear, dissolving in comfort. “I.. I’m sorry okay, everything seems to be in a rush. I’m just scared so what would you have me do?”
Sly’s anger dissipated with her calm words. She was right but he needed this and his selfish self would not let him back down. “If you think you are just going to waste twelve months of your life, then you are wrong. Trust me on this, please. You only have to pretend when we are out. As soon as we get home, I will not bother you.”
Monica could see the genuineness in his eyes; her gaze softened. “Well, we have to set some rules. You can’t keep taking me by surprise,” she muttered.
“Give me your rules and I will try to obey,” Sly pressed on, his breath fanning her face.
Monica wiggled uncomfortably, yet his grip was strong. He thought it was the only way to make her speak what was on her mind but her answer was least expected. “Well, I have to eat first. I can’t think straight when I’m hungry,” Monica pouted. Sly's face lit up, his lips curling into a smile.
“I’m sorry about that. I will take you somewhere good to eat when we leave here. So are you ready now? I promise I won't take advantage of you or inconvenience you in any way and, if you must know, I'm a man of my words,” he said genuinely.
“That’s a good start,” Monica heaved a sigh of relief just when Sly pulled away.
They went back to the registrar and Monica signed the papers, this time without hesitation. They exchanged rings and Sly kissed her lightly on the cheek. She stiffened at the feel of his soft lips on her skin. She couldn't understand why she felt the way she did. It was something she had never felt before.“All done, now walk with your head up high," Sly smirked. If you want to avoid people’s gazes, look above them but don’t bow your head as if they are above you. Come to think of it, you are above them all.”
She listened vividly to what Sly said and tried to practice. Well, easier said than done. It wasn’t just their gazes but their presence too. Being with Sly is nothing she has ever experienced. How can she match up to a lion-like him? Fortunately, they made their way to the car. “Have a good place in mind we can go for brunch?” Sly’s lips twitched into a warm smile. His cold intimidating demeanor had instantly turned warm.
Well, they have to pretend so Monica will only know who he truly is when they get home but right now, food was the only thing on her mind. Not liking social places, she would eat at the canteen when at school and always eat at home. Not even her best friend Gertrude could convince her otherwise but now, she had to do what she had to do.
“No, I will just t-trust your judgment,” she stammered. Sly eyes turned dark.
“Monica, if you can’t pretend to be my wife, can you see me as a brother or friend? You have to be comfortable around me. We have to make this real,” Sly emphasized seriously.Monica bit her lips. “I understand okay, we just met today. I need time to get used to your ways,” she explained sincerely. Something about her talking to Sly seemed to scratch something in him.
It flickered in his eyes, even when though he hid it quickly. “I know a perfect way,” he smirked.Monica looked on with unhidden confusion. What could he have in mind? All she needs is a simple meal. Should it be so demanding? She could only blindly trust him. After all, they are going to be stuck together for a whole year. She looked on pretending to be unphased but deep down, she wanted to know him and of course, her multi-million question - why her?She stole glances at Sly's serious expression as he steered the wheel, not expecting where they arrived at.
Monica and Sly made it through the doors of the traditional Japanese restaurant. As usual, Sky's hand snaked around her. A closeness she was getting accustomed to. She slowly began to accept that there was no way she was going to ever do what she loved. She was going to try her best to adapt to Sly’s ways for which one way was getting used to places like this.The thought did not in any way make things better for her. She admired the neat traditionally set up restaurant. Seated were men and women from different races and colors. She saw them eating with two sticks and her stomach steamed. She never learned how to eat with chopsticks.The man who waited on them’s conduct was a clear indication that Sly frequented this place. “Mr. Norman, we are honored to have you with us once again; we still have your slot reserved,” he bowed gently. Monica wondered when he made that reservation, a question that will only create confusion in her mind.
As soon as Sylvester left the spa, he drove straight to his office, giving the car key to his driver. He was tired of driving. It wasn’t something he loved but in terms of privacy, he did so himself. Josephine comprehended his fragrance a few meters away and knew Sly was around. She composed herself around her desk, touching up a little on her already perfect make-up. Josephine was pretty to the eyes. She stood 6ft, 4 inches tall doll-like eyes. She could attract a man's attention without putting in much effort.“Mr. Norman, I have to deliver the documents to our new companies before 3pm,” she carefully laid out, not intending to incur his wrath. She knew his emotions flip when he was stressed.“I know, and that’s why I am here. Pick them from my desk in the next twenty minutes,” he said, heading to his office without giving her another glance. Josephine was disappointed. It wasn’t as if she expected anything else but she only wished that Sly would admire her and giv
Monica's family had been very well to do and they never struggled financially throughout her life. Even when the business faced challenges, she never knew because things were normal. She had her fair share of affluence she never partook in due to her shy nature. Despite everything, her living condition was nothing compared to what met her visible eyes in Sly's family villa.She no doubt had to admit that Sly's style was way over the top. The villa is one of ultra-modern luxury design. She followed Sly through the indoor swimming pool. Her body yearned for the crystal clear liquid on her skin, but followed on to a place she knew was the living room. The room was so huge two different pieces of furniture were set up. She could see the whole of New York from the large glass window and could tell it was a one-way reflection since she couldn't see the inside when they were outside.The lights were unique, probably custom-made. The luxury curtains stood with unrelated glamour.
"Who is coming to see me?" The line went dead before she found her voice. Monica ambled to the bathroom and freshened up before pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and a sweater. The weather was becoming cooler as the wintertime drew nearer. She remembered she hadn't had a tour around Sly's villa and didn't know where the dining room was. With time at stake, she had only one helper in mind as she reminisced Elsie telling her to press the bell for assistance so she did.It wasn't up to two minutes before she heard a knock on the door."Please come in," she yelled."Good afternoon Monica," Elsie greeted."Good afternoon," she responded.Elsie was excited about being called by Monica. She liked Monica the instant they met. To her, Monica's life was perfect, being married to Sly. She thought that Monica lacked in a fashion which she could help with and with that, she could also learn how to attract someone like Sly. The truth is, Elsie, took the job of
Sly left the office a little earlier to prepare for the event. This time, he allowed his driver Eben to drive. He also engaged his bodyguards at events such as this, just in case the media went overboard. On his journey home, Monica called. A sense of joy flashed his eyes as he stared at the name on his screen."Hello," he grumbledMonica's voice was loud and to protect his ears, Sly distanced the phone a few inches from his ear. "Why did you do that?" There was irritation in her voice and Sly was nervous."What did I do?" Sly's voice was calm."I will tell you. Why did you have to move a whole boutique to my room? That's number one," Sly let out a scoff but continued to listen? "You also plan on taking me to an event and you didn't mind informing me beforehand? What if I have plans of going somewhere ha?""First of all, you are welcome, and second, you are my wife and for that reason, you should always be prepared for things like this," he s
Sly's blood pounded in his ears. His heart thudded in his chest. His hands shook as he helplessly held Monica in his arms. "What is it?" His voice was desperate.Monica's muscle had become tight and painful, rendering her feet stiff. "Le..g, cra..mp..s!" She growled. James had made his way to Sly, as others gaped with confusion and helplessness. "Should I call an ambulance?" James was concerned."No, I think I got it," Sly said before sweeping Monica into his arms. He ambled towards one of the exquisitely decorated round tables and settled Monica on a chair. He knelt in front of her and took off her shoes. In an instant, he began massaging her legs, increasing the pain before it gradually subsided. James who had followed him anyways was taken aback by his behavior. If he remembers correctly, Sly said it was a contract marriage but he felt something more than that. He thought there was a connection between them.Standing there watching on, James realized
Sly's mind was in a mess. He was engulfed in humiliation and stigma. What will people think and what information will the media leave with? He stood frozen at the podium, his signature smile distorted, but he still maintained his posture.He thought deeply, a great sense of realization saluted him. What if Monica had not conquered her social phobia and was still scared of the crowd? He had turned a blind or covered up most times for her but he hadn't helped her enough to conquer her fears.Maybe he pushed her too far. He regretted exposing her this early. He could have given her time to adjust gradually and for the first time, Sly regretted his decision. With that thought in mind, he could not bring himself to blame Monica. He felt guilty and didn't think he could forgive himself if anything happened to her.He didn't know much about Monica but he also knew enough to understand that she was different from other women. She can be shy in one minute, find her vo
As soon as Sly started his speech, all eyes were focused on him. Monica seized the opportunity and sneaked under the large dinner table. Thanks to the floor-length tablecloths, no one noticed. She trudged on her arms and knees to the end close to the doorway, where she got to a corridor, out of view. She spotted the washroom and went there, trying to calm herself from the uncertainty in the hall. No one saw her except one silhouette.She saw three ladies talking but did not bother to look. She tried to open the cubicle but it was locked. She tried the next to the fifth, all locked. She turned to look at the three ladies, probably to ask for help but was met with the worst scorn of her life. They used to be her mates in college but not those mates she was friends with, but ones who bullied her. The third person, she remembers as the woman who came to their table. Yes, Sly's assistant, Josephine. She saw Monica sneak under the table and followed her.It didn't look like
"What is going on," Sly asked as soon as James ended the call. Somehow, he felt it concerned Monica therefore, his heart rate increased, his brow creased into a frown. The guests were beginning to murmur in displeasure and Dickson was taking care of the media, his friends trying to put up a show to calm the guests. "You will have to stand firm for what I’m about to tell you." James thoughtfully said, increasing Sly's frustration. "Tell me anything. Did Monica elope?" Sly asked of the worst. "No. Claudia scratched her face, and it's quite terrible. She held a gun to Monica's head when I got there but everything is under control and they are in police custody at the moment," James encouraged but Sly was so furious, he almost walked out to meet Claudia. "Make sure that she never leaves jail alive," he commanded. His voice was dangerously cold, even James feared. All Sly wanted was for Monica to be happy, therefore, it ached his heart that she had to go through this, right under his pro
"Sly, we met again. Isn't it wonderful?" Claudia was delighted to meet Sly again after a decade. From the last time she saw him, he was still attractive but more matured. He was still every woman's dream. He still walked as if he ruled the world. Claudia missed the time when she was the most important person in his life. Sly, on the other hand, was rather peaceful. He always thought that seeing Claudia again will make him angry but he was rather grateful. He understood that he wouldn't have had Monica if Claudia didn't leave him therefore, he shook his head and turned to leave. "Wait! Look, I'm sorry for everything. It wasn't my fault. Your mother paid me but if you want..." Sly walked away without a word before Claudia finished speaking. To him, it was a waste of time. Filled with envy and jealousy, she barged into Monica's room. Monica was waiting for Alisha and the girls to return. She held her gown admiringly, seemingly not able to wait to walk down the aisle. She th
Monica was vanquished with all the wedding preparations ongoing. For Sly’s surprise to be perfect, he put his pride aside and called Ben, interrupting his wonderful moment with Serena. Ben was astonished when he heard Sly’s voice on the line. "This is Sylvester Norman, can we talk?"Whichever way, he didn't hide his shock. "I must say it's a pleasant surprise but why not?" Ben responded, not taking his eyes off Serena."Great. I’m organizing a surprise for Monica and I want all her friends around. Our wedding would not be complete without you," Sly waited for Ben's next response. Ben was in good spirits and Sly has been in his good books since the mega proposal therefore, he said, "Who said I was going to miss your wedding? Even without an invitation, I would have still made an appearance whether you liked it or not."Sly's lips thinned into a smile, "Thank you then." He was about to end the call when Ben spoke, "if you must k
Thanks to Sly’s big surprise, news travelled around the world through the media. Of course, not everyone was happy for them, especially Sly’s whores but there were equally genuinely excited people, even when the news travelled to Atlanta Georgia. When Ben watched the whole thing on national television, tears formed in the corners of his eyes but fortunately, they were happy tears. He felt that Monica deserved to be honoured for all she faced with Sly and Veronica and even Dickson. Therefore, he internally admired Sly for this action. Still, he wanted to share the news with someone. Serena had taken the day off to take care of Jackie since her mother had travelled to another state. He knew that Serena must have not heard the news and called to inform her. Unfortunately, Serena didn’t answer the call after five dials. Naturally, Ben grew impatient and decided to drive over to her house. Before he got to her gate, a white Hyundai Elantra drove out at top speed. He felt
Sly and Monica retired to bed later than imagined because of the party. However, Sly woke up quite early to prepare for work. His movements woke Monica, who followed suit. Sly chose Monica's attire for the day and made her choose his. Things were almost perfect. When they went to the dining room, Sly made sure to feed her and fed on her leftovers. Mr Brown could neither hide nor wipe his smile. His eyes were cloudy with happy tears, seeing the couple in that way. When they got to the car, Sly opened the door, buckled Monica before he sat in the driver's side. He didn't want any third party. He treated her with so much care as if she was fragile and would break. He adored her. Monica couldn't stop blushing. Her heart was warmed. She was surprised that Kyle managed Norman Holdings in their absence when they arrived in the office. He was waiting for them to hand over his report before he left. "Welcome back. I prepared a report on everything and invited t
Monica's heart leapt with joy. She felt as if she was dreaming. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her mom and dad in the villa. They were equally excited to see her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Sly had called Christiana to arrange a surprise party for Monica with the help of Dickson before he left Atlanta for Dubai with Monica. He recalled that everyone at home had seen Meg when she came; therefore, he wanted them to know that Monica was the only woman for him. Not only Monica's parents were there but Mr Herbert Norman and Veronica had arrived as well. Dickson had taken over the entertainment bit with his friends after inviting Gertrude over. The music wasn't too loud, it was easy to communicate among themselves. Kyle was there and so was Elsie but the person Sly wanted to see was James, who had made sure to bring Barbara along since she was now in her second trimester and much more energetic. This was a reunion Monica never imagined and it brought happy tears
In Atlanta. "Uncle Ben," Jackie's anxious voice echoed through the room when he saw Ben's sleeping form on the couch. Ben hadn't slept in the guest room as Serena had suggested. He felt like keeping watch, just in case Monica returned. Jackie was excited because he liked Ben so much and anytime Ben visited in the past, he spent time playing with him as well. Ben groggily woke up, his eyes foggy at the energetic boy standing before him with a ball in hand, "Hey little man," he uttered in his deep velvety voice. "When did you get back and where is Auntie Monica? She isn't in her room and so is Auntie Elsie. Auntie Monica promised to take me to the park," Jackie rattled all at once. The last time he recalled, Ben was there to take Monica out to dinner so it was natural for him to expect Ben to return with his Auntie. However, Ben turned gloomy, regret and pain, beginning to wash over him all at once, "don't worry, little man, I will take you to the p
Monica gawked at the calm turquoise waters through the glass in amazement. She rubbed her eyes in unbelief. It couldn't be. She looked around eagerly for Sly but he wasn't there. She also realized that she wasn't in the dress she wore last night and recalled Sly saying he was going to rip it off her. Sly's fragrance was so strong around her. Reality revealed that she was wearing his shirt. She had mixed feelings of excitement, anger and rage. Suddenly, she thought that perhaps, it was a dream. Her two fingers grabbed a tiny bit of her skin, pressed in between them. A loud yelp eluded her, "ouch!" "Are you alright?" Sly's deep voice rang behind her. She turned to meet his concerned gaze. He dropped a tray of food on the nightstand table, the aroma of the food causing Monica's stomach to hum. "Is this real? I just pinched myself to see if I was dreaming." Sly forced a smile, Monica's frail form in his oversized shirt on her made him guilty. The fact that she withered r
Sly arrived at the jet hanger. A sense of accomplishment caressing him. Nonetheless, he was concerned about how Monica would react when she woke up. Still, he was determined to make it work and to never let her out of his sight again. Another jet arrived and James was waiting on Sly's instructions. When it didn't come, he dialled his number. "We have to go Sly," he said as soon as Sly answered the call. Sly had just finished tucking Monica in bed in the private jet. He thoughtfully said, "no, you take the other jet with the boys and don't leave Elsie behind." James couldn't understand the abrupt change of plans, "What about you?" "I have to go somewhere," Sly reiterated. Worry laced his tone. "Please Sly, I have to know. "James was wagging in another confusion. "It's nothing James, trust me. We're just going for a little vacation in Dubai." James was washed in solace. He agreed that it was best for the pair to take some t