My heart pounded heavily in my chest as my eyes trailed from the sleek black garavanti shoes upward, seriously hoping that I heard wrong. That the familiar voice I just heard was not the person I've anxiously been running away from. Hot sweat trickled down the back of my ears as my eyes met that of the person in front of the door. I stumbled back, my back hitting against the horizontal pole that separates the mirror from the insides. “Miss Mugins…” Jessica exclaimed as she rushed to hold me still, her voice laced with concern. “Are you okay?” she inquired I swallowed a chunk down my throat as I nodded in affirmation, slightly closing my eyes. . “I'm… I’m fine” I stuttered while holding my gaze on him. “Mr. Gordon…” Jessica called out, pulling her hands away from me to bow as he saw Listowel. “Sir, I thought you were in a meeting and I didn't want to distract you”. There was a loud silence. She quickly caught on and continued. “Sorry for the informal introduction but this is Miss
MELISSA’S POV“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, rolling my eyes as I turned back to shoot him a deadly glare. All this while, I have been trying to keep my cool. Despite the anger brewing inside me, I’ve been doing everything I could to refrain myself from lashing out at him.But he didn't seem to notice, he didn't seem to realize how annoying and irritating his actions towards me were. I mean, why the sudden possessiveness? Why does he think he has the right to keep me by his side? Wasn't he the same person who disposed of me like a worthless tissue, just so he could reunite with his lover? I stared at him sharply with disgust, as if he wasn't the very person I once would have sacrificed everything to see. The corner of his lips jerked mockingly, showing off how amused he was by my little retaliation. In a tone that sounded more of a threat than a mere inquiry, he asked,“You work under me now, don’t you?” “You might be the CEO or whatever but I don't work under you” I s
LISTOWEL’S POVWaiting for her to start working at Gordon Inc. felt like an eternity. The director of M&M had called to tell me about her objection to working at my company. I could only convince them to stand by their decision till she gave in. I know this is selfish of me but that's the only way I would get close to her again. Judging from how hard she pushed me away the other day, during the legal hour conference, I could tell she wanted nothing to do with me. But no, I wasn’t going to allow that. I almost jumped around like a child in excitement when I was informed she had finally to work at my company. Earlier this morning, I had come to work early. I wanted to make sure everything was in place and that everyone was doing their jobs. I went round to inspect my staff. I want her to be working in an environment conducive enough for her to seldom think of quitting or resigning. As I strolled to the hundreds of employees on each of the 52 floors, I couldn't help but smile at how
A gentle voice echoed through the parking lot, causing Gloria, Collins, and Maxwell to turn their heads toward its direction. A lady in an official dress approached us from the other end. It was Jessica, the receptionist from earlier. “Yes, yes, I almost forgot, what do you think about it, Miss Muggins?” Yaw asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. They all turned to look at me, probably anticipating my response. Their eager gazes met mine and for some seconds, I couldn't think straight, but I was too tired and only wanted to go home and sleep. “Ouuu… I’m so sorry, can we make it tomorrow? I have some stuff to take care of at home,” I replied, avoiding their disappointed stares. “Alright, no problem, tomorrow it is then.” Maxwell, the only one who seemed aged and mature among us, responded. “Alright miss, have a nice evening then,” Gloria said.“See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow,” we all said to each other as we bid ourselves goodbye before dispersing to board our various ride
MELISSA’S POV Chrystal! What’s wrong?” I exclaimed, my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as my breath hung in the air, silently praying that she was okay. “Mummy, my tablet just broke!” she replied, whimpering. “Oh my God Crystal, did you have to scream like that? Mummy almost passed out of shock!” “I’m… I'm sorry mummy, it is. it’s… just that I love this tablet so much. It has lots of games on it and now it’s acting up”. “What happened? How did it break” I asked, a bit relieved that he “My juice just poured on it and the screen is acting up,” she explained. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, mummy will get you a new one tomorrow. Okay?” “Okay mummy…” Alright, now get a tissue and wipe the juice off the floor. You can do that right? “Yes mummy” she exclaimed in excitement. My baby girl is literally my whole world and buying her things she loves is the least of the things I will do for her sake. “I will get it repaired tomorrow for her tomorrow, don’t worry”
LISTOWEL’S POVThe continuous ringing of my phone’s tone caused my blood boil. Is she f**king dumb? Can't she read the room? Leaving her messages read without a reply should definitely tell her something! Why does she still keep on calling? My eyes darted around, searching around to find the phone I had tossed aside earlier. I closely followed the sound of the ringing tone after failing to spot the exact place it fell. The sound led me under the sofa, moving my palms on the cool tiled floor, I finally found and grabbed it up. The call had hung up when I got off hold of the phone. I was about to call her back when her call came through again. Rolling my eyes, I answered. “Hey Lis!” Wendy’s forced-thin voice called from the other side of the phone. “What’s up?” I asked, my voice cold and distant. “Do you have to ask in such a cold tone? Did I do something wrong? Is it bec—” “Tell me why you called?” I demanded, cutting her off before she could start nagging. “Cool, are you up fo
LISTOWEL’S POV I sat in my office gleaming with smiles. Ever since I resumed my position as the CEO of Gordon Inc. years ago, I must say; It is only today that I feel like my authority has been well utilized. The idea that had flashed in my mind last night was about to be visualized in a few minutes from now. I must have been thinking so low of myself, to have forgotten that I have some aspects of this company under control and at my fingertips. I leaned in my chair, swinging left and right; back and fro, impatiently waiting for the clock to hit 9 AM. Melissa was going to present her proposal in a few minutes and I’m going to prove to her that I’m in charge here. And whether she works in a different department other than mine, she's got to realize that she works directly or indirectly under me and for me. An unconscious grin formed at the sides of my lips as the clock ticked nine. I stood up from my seat and straightened the edges of my sleeve before wiping the very dirt on my sh
LISTOWEL’S POVWithout a flinch, she took the remote, turned to face the screen, and turned on the projector. Momentarily, the screen lit up, displaying the slides that bore her proposal. “Good morning and welcome everyone. I'm Melissa Muggins, the just appointed attorney for Gordon Inc”, she introduced herself to the rest of the board members who were keenly listening to her. Gesturing towards Yaw, who was standing a few metres away from her, she said, “I’m here today with my associate, Consul Yaw Agyei and together we are presenting, The Legal Landscape of Copyright Enhancement and Protection”. She gracefully went through each slide, her sweet voice melodiously filling my ears as she outlined her proposal. She seriously avoided contact with my eyes and always looked past me but that didn't stop me from looking at her. I watched her closely, nodding from time to time as if I wasn't here just so I would feel her presence. From the little I heard, I admitted in my head that she
LETICIA’S POV I hate to say this but Miss Muggins has been glowing and looking bright these days. Even after the drama Madam Gordon had come here the other day to create, she appears vibrant regardless. Anyways, I don’t really care about what goes on in her life like that. Well except for the fact that her presence in this company steals away the little attention I used to get from Mr. Giovanni. I remember how delighted I was at the time that she absented herself from work without prior permission. I remember how very well I was excited because I thought she wasn’t going to be spared. For that, I was very much sure of. I’ve witnessed quite a number of people being sacked from the firm without second chances because they didn’t hold up to their work ethics. That’s why I was so sure she was going to be fired and told her off the day she came to request for Mr. Giovanni’s telephone number. Rolling my eyes, “I guess she’s different,” I whispered lowly to myself. Gosh… Ever si
WENDY’S POV “What is wrong with you?!” I shouted, wiping off the wine stain from my dress as I glared at her. You rather should tell me what rather with you after you see this!” she gritted, the thud sound of the documents she threw at me syncing with her last words. My brows furrowed in confusion before I lowered my gaze to look at the documents scattered on the floor. “What are these?” I asked in a low voice while I slowly bent to pick up one. “I should be the one asking you that,” Grandma Gordon sternly remarked. My eyes widened in shock, my heart jumping to my throat as soon as my eyes came into contact with the document. They were; God have mercy…. Photos of me with…with Clinton. And they weren't just regular pictures but intimate ones! Who took these photos? And how did she get it? Or could it be that she hired someone to tail me? Wait? Has Listowel seen these? Gosh, I’m doomed. Doomed for good. I bent and started picking up the rest of the photos on the floor,
WENDY’S POV I had come to the beach to relax for a while because of the turmoil that was raging in my head. Recently, Listowel has become a hot topic in the city as videos of her with his supposed girlfriend have become circulating online. Most people have been wondering who his girlfriend probably is since there haven’t been any clear pictures of her with him. Listowel can deceive the public by letting Melissa disguise herself and claiming her to be mysterious but he can never deceive me. I know very well it is Melissa and those mysterious claims are bullshit to me. I’ve been tempted severally to reveal to the world that the mysterious person he claims to be his girlfriend is none other than his mistress. Melissa Muggins. But whenever I give it a second thought, I realize I will be the one in the negative as compared to what Listowel and Melissa will lose. If I reveal to the public that Listowel is with Melissa, people will start hooting and mocking me. They
MELISSA’S POV *****SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD***** “Ughhhh…,” I let out a loud moan as LISTOWEL’S tongue moved slowly down there. I could feel my kitty slowly thumping up and down as it withered with pleasure. “Arghhh baby….,” I threw my head back as I cried. His tongue was doing wonders and it felt as if I was on cloud nine. Letting out a sweet cry, my fingers trailed through his hair as I struggled to keep lying in a single position. “Mmm…. It’s still sleek down there,” he paused and complimented before continuing, except this time he combined both fingers and tongue. My legs trembled, my nipples hardening as I felt my kitty squinting its juices. My breath hitched, the moans trapping in my throat as Listowel crawled up to suck my books while gently stroking my bud. “Oh…my…God…baby…Listowel….” My voice broke in excitement as I forced it out. “That’s it, scream. Scream my name baby,” “Good girl… I missed you so much Lisa,” he murmured, his touches and kisses adding more flames
****SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD*** MELISSA’S POV He inched forward, wrapping his hands around my waist as he pulled me to his chest. He planted a soft kiss on my hair, savoring its smell before trailing his soft lips to the side of my neck. My hands instinctively leaned on his shoulders while my fingers seductively played with his ears. Goosebumps spread throughout my body as I took in a deep breath to calm the desire burning within me. “Mr. Gordon….,” I slowly whispered, the lewdness of it catching me by surprise. I could feel the heat his body produced immediately when I called out his name. “Mmm…?” Listowel grumbled, as he gently nibbled my neck. “Call me that again,” he said, his rugged breath fanning on my face as he uttered. He pushed my body tightly to himself as if he wanted me to enter his body. “You still have this effect on me when you call me Mr. Gordon,” he added. The gentle trail of his fingers from my nape, my back, my waist, and then on my thighs sends an electric
MELISSA’S POV Without warning, Listowel pulled me to his side, the chair I was sitting in making a small screeching sound that earned us some attention. “What are you doing?” I whispered under my breath while scanning through the corner of my eyes at the people staring at us. “Just trying to sit closer to my girlfriend,” he retaliated with a proud look. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you?” I squinted my eyes as I asked. He only cut me a small smile. Just as I had thought to change the subject, suddenly, a bright light flashed across our faces. Instinctively, I tilted my head and tried to hide but Listowel held my hands firm as he leaned closer to me and said, “Don’t worry about these people. As far as your identity is not known, let them do whatever. Let them wonder. After all, the only thing that matters is that I know who you are and how lucky, I am to have you in my life.” The air around me instantly felt hot, my cheeks slightly turning red as I used my hands to fan my f
MELISSA'S POV It’s been two weeks since I accepted Listowel’s proposal to be his girlfriend. For the past few days, Listowel has been making me feel like I’m on top of the world. We’ve been hanging out a lot, having fun here and there. The kind of excitement that has been coursing through me makes me wonder if I deserve all of this happiness. Slipping my fingers through the silk scarf I was holding, I gently rolled it before wrapping it around my neck, adjusting it in such a way that it would be able to cover half of my face. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Listowel gazing at me with a mocking expression as I was checking to see if I was well-covered. He stretched his arms and reached for my hands, squeezing them as he said, “Relax baby. No one will recognize you.” Shooting him a glare, “It is easy for you to say since you are not the one who has to hide.” I said, feigning anger. "That’s why I told you that we don't have to hide. I'm ready to let the whole world kn
MELISSA’S POV I gazed at him, for one an exasperated sigh. I placed my hand on forehead, before saying, “Are you done here? Or do you have an another ridiculous stunt to pull?”His eyes raised and it met mine, sending knot in my throat. He looked both defeated and disappointed. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “What am I talking about?” I asked, feigning anger. Pointing to my phone screen, “The ridiculous plot of yours to use Nancy’s daughter…..,” I paused, letting the word I had just said to sink in. I couldn’t believe I have just denied my baby right now. I had just lied to Listowel just to protect my baby from being denied by him but I rather have ended up denying him.Letting out a slow stead breath, i continued, “As an excuse to enter my house without permission didn’t work, so stand up and get going..” As if he was deaf, he sat still, fumbling with his fingers. Moments later, his lips parted while he looked at me right in the eye and blurted. “I came to apologize.”
MELISSA’S POV“I’m not stepping out of here until you explain to me what’s going on,” he snapped.Putting my hands on my waist, I let out a deep breath as I muttered, “I will explain nothing to you so save yourself some time and get out of here. As you can see, I need to eat.”He didn’t budge, he only inhaled loudly as he persisted.“How old is she?”Turning my back to him, I turned to the kitchen where I took out my food and dished it on a plate. “Melissa, answer me,” he pressed, but I couldn’t care less.When he realized I wasn’t going to talk, he sat across from me on the dining table, staring at me as I ate in silence. As soon as the last bite of food settled in my mouth, “How? Old. Is. She?” He demanded.I sat still, staring at his weary face. I couldn’t tell whether the thought of having a child had drained the color off his face that much or the fact that I was refusing to tell him more about his child. Silence engulfed the room as I sat still, refusing to answer him. “Fou