Listowel's POVGazing intently at her, I blinked hard and jolted back from my trance. It was just an imagination. Wendy has been getting under my skin but the last thing I would do is lay a hand on a woman. Although I so much wish I would go against my principles and press her against the wall and with the same deadly glare, warn her not to disrespect Melissa again."You know what? Just leave, I will get this sorted," I said, trying as much as possible to get her out of my sight.I guess she was keen on her decision to not move even an inch out of my house until the issue at hand was resolved because she grabbed one of the chairs in the dining and sat on it, her arms crossed to her chest as she stared into thin air.I resumed to the phone and dialed my butler's number. Kevin is the only one who can take care of this as he has even the tiniest details of all the companies in Aphrodite at his fingertips. The line rang twice before Kevin's calm voice came through."Good day, sir? You'
LISTOWEL’S POVI sat behind the long, dining table at the Grodon’s mansion. This mansion is where I grew up with both my parents and grandparents. Memories of my childhood filled my mind as I sat behind the table. As I darted around, admiring the artifacts, furniture, paintings, and other wares in the mansion that harbored my childhood memories, my heart gleamed with delight. But the heavy, suffocating air that engulfed the hall masked the delight within me. It has always been like this ever since my grandfather and parents died, leaving me with my grandmother and stepbrothers. My grandmother sat at the head of the table, her sharp eyes staring into her. The aura exuding from her was powerful and regal even in her old age. Beside me sat my stepbrothers, Daniel and James who were fidgeting in their seats, their lips tempting to break the loud silence. I hate being in the same room as them. My father had cheated on my mom with their mom. I never liked them because of their greedines
LISTOWEL’S POV The room fell into another tense silence. From the sides of my eyes, I could see grandma’s shocked face gradually darkening. Disapproval drawn all over her, but my expression remained straight and unbothered. I had been wanting to break the news to everyone for several years now. But I had to stop myself countless times from breaking it because I was afraid. I was afraid grandma might discard me and the company I worked so hard to grow will fall into the hands of my brothers. But now that Melissa was back, I was willing to risk it all. Besides, I’ve made my feelings and intentions clear to Wendy years ago,but she insisted she would win my heart again and forced herself to stay. For the past years, she's been trying to get me laid while she's messing around with other men but I've been acting oblivious. She had managed to get into grandma’s good books so bringing up talks of calling off the engagement would have disrupted my relationship with her. You know, im
MELISSA'S POV I could hear his long deep sigh on the line. “I'm sorry Melissa" For a moment my heart fluttered, but l instantly felt like he was genuine and that he was telling the truth. "Will it be possible for us to meet?" he asked. But the pity I was developing for him immediately got masked with contempt. My lips curled in disgust, an empty laugh echoing through the park as it left my lips. "Meet? You've got to be kidding me! Do you want to see me so you can fill me with your lies? No thanks, darling, I've outgrown your silly games”. Without waiting for his reply, I hung up the phone, my fingers trembling in anger. How dare he lay out such a request? Did he think I needed his comfort? Did he think calling me would unmake the harm done already? I tossed my phone inside my bag as I sprang up to my feet to take a walk. I was still stroking in the park, enjoying the breeze, when I felt a shadow loom over me. I couldn't even check to see who it was when a big muscled a
MELISSA’S POV “Seriously?…, is it my eyes or you really are on your knees right now?! Listowel, I don’t know if anyone has told you this before but you are very pathetic!”. “Does your fiancee know you are here pleading to get your ex-wife back? Is she aware that the man she will be marrying sooner or later is here crying to another woman to be accepted?” I asked, my bloodshot eyes glaring at him in disgust. I stood still, lost in my thoughts, wondering if Listowel had always been like this. A two-timer? “Yes…, she does. She knows you are the only one I love”, he replied as he raised and stood on his feet. Another loud laughter escaped my lips. This time, it was real and humorous. I've seen so many sides of Listowel but never this. “You're really hilarious, Mr. Gordon. I guess you still see me as a gullible teenager, who would believe anything and everything you say. What do you actually want? Huh? When we were together, you were in love with Wendy. You couldn't wait for h
LISTOWEL’S POVI turned back and forth restlessly in bed as I forced myself to sleep. Whenever my eyes closed, my mind was filled with memories of Melissa. The anger and resentment she had in her eyes while we were talking the last time had caused a sudden tightness in my chest. It was as if I was carrying a heavy burden but had no one to help me unload. I’m afraid it might escalate into something more deeper and she might not want to have anything to do with me again. But I wasn’t going to give up, not just like that. Not when I have her under the same roof as me at work. Not when I could still feel the same way I did when we were together six years ago. I just needed a way to make her realize how serious I was about her. Even though she might act distant, I know she still feels something for me. Not hate, not resentment but something else. Something deeper. I might not be certain of whatever feeling it was but one thing I’m certain about is the fact that she's mine. She has alwa
MELISSA’S POVTheir concerned look filled the unspeakable emptiness in my heart. I was still appreciating their wholesome and genuine reaction when Gloria’s voice broke through. “The CEO is really something else. After everything he passed you through…, he still got you working at his company? Woah…” her face contorted into a mischievous one as she let out her view. Yaw glanced at me with a stiffened look, a determined expression drawn all over his face, “Melissa, you don’t have to go through this alone. We’re on your side. We’ve got your back, we will make sure no one misunderstands you again”.Gloria, Collins, and Maxwell nodded in agreement, backing Yaw. Their support and kind words washed a sense of relief over me. Maybe today won’t be as terrible as I had envisioned. *****Soon, it was lunch break, Gloria and the rest had come to call me to join them at the cafeteria. As we settled in our seats, about to dig in, a group of people interrupted us.They threw a few glances at me
WENDY’S POV The morning light passed through the light curtains that manned the windows, hitting me in the eye. A groan escaped my lips as my eyes flared open. My eyes blinked severally, familiarizing itself with the rays. I tried sitting up, but the heavy arm that wrapped around my shoulders bounced me back to the bed. My eyes rolled at his audacity. It’s not as if he wasn't aware of the rules. Sex. Nothing else. No feelings attached. That was the agreement the man lying at my back, Clinton and I went into. He’s a nobody who does bartending for a living. His muscular and handsome physique is what attracted me. Our relationship is solely transactional. I pay him monthly, he gives me pleasure. Yes, pleasure. The man whom I will be boring his last name sooner or later is the one I’m supposed to be lying next but he hasn’t touched me in ages. Not since he found out about…, well…, my lies. I mean… he wasn’t supposed to, but he did anyway. To this day, I still don’t know how Lis
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