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 grumbled
Monica'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
At the hotel where the event was being held, James stood his ground, tirelessly battling with the media. They were upset about not having enough information to report on. James had brought the event to an abrupt end without reasonable explanation. All they knew was, Mr. Norman had some serious business to attend to.They couldn’t understand what business was more important than the business event. Also, they hadn’t seen the enchanting woman Sly walked in with. They knew she was the reason for Sly's abrupt departure but they still wanted James to affirm, which he did not oblige. It would have been a wonderful opportunity for the press to drop a bombshell in the newspapers tomorrow.Not getting their needed information, they trouped out disheartened. Gertrude had gone to get her boyfriend and was ready to exit but her boyfriend was greatly disappointed. However, he did not hide it."This has never happened before. How can your best friend be so c
At Norman's Villa, Sly alighted from his Cadillac Beast, with Monica in his arms.He was met at the entrance by Christiana and Elsie. They were not sleeping because their master and mistress had not yet returned.Sly ignored pleasantries, strode to Monica’s room, gently placing her on the bed like an egg. Elsie was in tow and just as Sly caught sight of her, he dismissed her.“You can retire to bed. I will personally take care of her.” Elsie retreated but Monica was confused. How can he take care of her? They were in the room alone in the middle of the night. Uncertainty crawled her mind as she clung tightly to Sly’s blazer she wore.“You don’t have to send her away. Let her take care of me instead,” she suggested.Sly scoffed. “How are you going to explain the bruises on your face? Please don’t make anyone think I abused you or anything.”Monica was flushed. She hadn&rs
A frown crept onto Sly's perfect features, as he gawked at the newspaper in his hand, making Monica nervous. The written panic on his face was disturbing. On the front page of the most popular newspaper, was Sly, kneeling in front of Monica, massaging her feet in front of onlookers. If not for the caption, it would have been a perfect introduction of his wife. There would have been absolutely nothing wrong with it.However, the image had the caption, 'Mr. Norman ends Business event to search for his missing wife.' It went on with a short detail of how Sly walked in with Monica and how she couldn't be found during the introduction, bringing the event to an abrupt end. Not only did it sound irresponsible, but they also estimated how much business opportunity Norman Holdings has probably lost due to this decision.It wasn't what Sly wanted the public to see. His problem wasn't with the losses, but the fact that Monica would be complicated and blamed for the whole thing. The
Sly recovered from his shock and mumbled the only words that came to play. "Let's talk about this in person, not on the phone," his tone was heavy as he cast a glance in Monica's direction and hung up the phone immediately."Let's begin the tour," he announced and immediately stood up and stretched his hand towards Monica. She took it hesitantly and stood up as Sly led her out of the dining to the living room. "You already know where this is. The space is quite huge, which is why we have a dual setup," he explained."During indoor parties, we can entertain different guests simultaneously," he added. Monica admired the designer's choice of leather for the furniture. Everything had a white theme. Sly led her down the stairs to the garage."This is the underground garage. It has twenty cars so far but can take at least forty," Sly explained casually. There was no arrogance in his tone. It was more like explaining the different tastes of vegetables.Monica gaw
Monica was flustered. Even so, Sly was momentous and she feared any kind of argument between them. Slowly, she unbuttoned the shirt, loosely allowing it to fall, exposing a lip-licking gorgeous bikini. Her face was so heated she couldn't look up. She didn't know what he was thinking or what he would do, significantly feeling his heated gaze on her and stood frozen for five seconds. "Put on the shirt and let's go," he muttered, turning to leaveWithin the swift of the wind, Monica had put the shirt back on, sighing relieved. She lifted her head in time to catch a smirk in the corner of Sly's mouth but it seemed to be gone the instant she caught it. She trod after him through the living room to the stairs, leading to a door."This is the gym. I do work out a lot at dawn. You are usually asleep then," he pointed out, making Monica uncomfortable. Yes, she loved to sleep but most probably because there wasn't much to do. Yet, hearing Sly blurt it out, was a ringing alarm on h
"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