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
LISTOWEL’S POVThe force with which my door flew open startled me, causing me to look up from the paperwork before me. Anger coursed through me as I fixed my gaze at the door side, ready to descend on whoever left his manners at home for him to barge into my office like that.“What the hell is—” my words caught in my throat as I noticed the familiar figure, smirking at me as he stood by the door. It was Enerst. My best friend. He casually walked in when he noticed the grimace on my face subsiding. Loosening his tie and kicking off his shoes, he threw himself on one of the leather sofas in my office. Without warning, he stood up and turned on the fan before resuming back to the sofa. Lying on his back he stretched out one of his legs to face west while the other faced east. Rolling my eyes at him, I asked in an irritated voice, “Really Enerst? Do you realize this is an office and that not everybody slacks off around like you do?”Enerst just grinned, unbothered at my words. “And do
LISTOWEL’S POV “First of all, No, you're not my best friend. In fact, I don't know you from anywhere,” I teased. “Also, my team found out that videos spread through out the city like wildfire, all thanks to a newbie blogger who wanted to hit the jackpot by publishing a story about me. And about you not knowing of Melissa’s status here, I chose not to tell you.” “Mmm… I see… But do you have to rub it in my face like that?” “Satisfied?” “Look, I’m here to talk some sense into that stubborn head of yours. Turning back to my desk, I ignored his statement and pretended to be scanning through the documents, although my attention was focused on him. For a couple of minutes, he didn't say anything, His gaze was fixated on the ground. I guess he was cracking up his dumb mind to come up with his so-called advice. My mind almost trailed from him when his voice suddenly broke through, “Look man. Melissa might have gone through a lot when you divorced her. If I remember rig
LISTOWEL’S POV I rolled my eyes at him, trying hard to suppress the smirk that was playing at the corner of my lips. From how relaxed he looked lying down on the sofa, anyone could easily mistake him for the boss around here. His posture was so carefree to the extent that you might think he owned this place. “Honestly, do you have any respect for my office?” I asked, feigning anger. “Not even a little,” Enerst replied, not bothering to open his eyes. “Then do yourself a favor and get out before I call security.” He opened one of his eyes and grinned. “You’d miss me if I did.” “What’s there to miss about you? C’mon leave,” I insisted. Deep down he knew I was playing, that's why he didn't bother to move an inch. As I stared at his figure, the tension in my chest eased a bit. Enerst’s playful nature could be annoying but that's what makes him special. From afar, even when his life is a mess, his actions might let you assume that he has everything under control. And I g
WENDY’S POVI let out a heavy breath as I finally entered the room. I paced up and down the room, trying to steady the breath I'd been holding in from the entrance. Although I was striding confidently, my senses were on high alert. I was pouring a glass of water to drink when a knock came on the door. “Come in,” I said, anxiously hoping that it wouldn't be anyone I didn't want to see. The knob turned open and Mr. Derek Thompson stepped in. He's the managing director around here. He's a plump short man, who would have fit the business world more than the entertainment industry. He's a strict, boring, forty-five years old man. Writing at the clipboard he was holding, “Miss. Macinni?” he called out“Yes?” I responded, already irritated by his mere presence. Derek is a nobody but I'm forced to respect him just because he's an executive. “You've got a full schedule today. Make sure you miss none. You have an interview with YMedia this noon, a photo shoot at sunset, and a—”“An interv
MELISSA’S POV Immediately the clock struck five, I packed up my stuff into my bag and hurried off downstairs. I couldn't wait and go home to celebrate this massive win with my family; Nancy and Crystal. I can only imagine their shocked yet excited faces when they hear this. While exiting the forecourt of Legalstone, I waved to the colleagues I met on the way goodbye till I got to my car. Staring into thin space, I heaved a sigh as I started the engine. The traffic in town was kind of hectic but managed to pull through. Coming to a stop in front of the apartment complex where I reside, I turned off the engine and hurried to my house. The cozy smell of the scented candles I had put on the shelves in the hallway leading to my house filled my nose as soon as I walked out of the elevator. As I was approaching my house, I noticed something unusual on the floor right in front of my door. I took a few steps closer to check what it was. As soon as my eyes fell on it, I st
MELISSA’S POV My senses heightened as I slowly inhaled the sweet aroma exuding from the coffee before me. Vapor from the coffee hovered in my face as I brought the cup closer to my lips, blowing air over it in an attempt to cool it. While darting around in admiration of my new work environment, I took a sip of the coffee. As soon as the earthy taste of it glided its way down my throat, I got energized to start my day. Settling in the swiveling chair in my office, a wide grin formed on my lips as I glanced around my new workplace in admiration. The large office I was seated in was assigned to me this morning after attending a brief orientation with Mr. Montenegro, the executive director. My office was huge and even though the decor didn’t really suit my taste, I felt ecstatic about it. The exciting and most important part of this all was that I wasn’t sharing it with anyone. My hands shot up to my face as I covered my lips in disbelief. In as much as this was real,
LISTOWEL’S POV. Her question took me by surprise, causing me to flinch a bit. Honestly, it wasn't my intention to spy on her all the time. When she returned to Aphrodite City months ago, I was afraid that she might vanish again overnight. That's why I have my men on guard, checking out if there’s any unusual movement going on with her. But when she became the target of the media’s celebrity drama, I had to tighten the security around her. Lisa might not know but my men have protected her from several media intrusions. She's had so many reporters lingering around to question her unnecessarily but she never bumped into any. I wouldn't really say it is all thanks to me because I was the root of it in the first place. If I had not carelessly interacted with her in public as I did some months back, she would have lived her life peacefully like any normal person. That's why I almost went crazy when I couldn't find her whereabouts nor get a text to the plenty of messages I was spam
MELISSA’S POV My gaze shot up, meeting his. What does he mean by I should be thanking him? For what exactly? Rolling my eyes at him, “What good in particular have you done to me for you to deserve my appreciation?” I asked, his statement irritating my nerves with each passing second as it rang in my ears. He didn't utter anything in response, he only stood still, his hands tugged in his pockets while staring at me with an intrigued expression. I forced my way past him and just as I was about to open my car door, his voice broke through “Let’s see if you'll still say this after you see this…” Snapping his fingers, the boot of his car flung open almost hitting Kevin, who was standing a few meters close to it. Kevin inched closer to the boot, took out something, and closed it before turning to head toward us. I squinted my eyes as my gaze fell on what he was dragging behind him. I was about to look away when it suddenly dawned on me! My eyes widened while my mouth fl
MELISSA’S POV “Can I have the bill, please?” I asked, gesturing towards a waiter who was passing by. Nodding in response, “Would you like any other thing else ?” He asked, leaning in closer to my shoulders. “No I’m fine,” I replied, wiping the oil on my lips with the tissue paper before me. “Alright, please give me a few minutes. I will get it for you.” He replied before turning to leave. Digging my hands into my bag, I grabbed my purse while checking in my head which card to use. My eyes felt hazy and a small yawn escaped my lips. I couldn’t wait to get home and nap for a while. In no time, the waiter brought the bill and it was nothing like I had anticipated. The price was quite pricy for just a plate of jollof rice. Maybe because this isn’t a local restaurant,” I thought in my head as I swiped the card on the atm. Beep beep..! My heart almost burst out of my chest as my card declined. “Oh God, what kind of embarrassment is this?” I muttered warmly as I pull
MELISSA’S POV Letting out a deep breath, I let go of my grip on the seat as the pilot announced a successful landing and welcomed us to Aphrodite. I love taking flights and traveling around the world. But throughout all the countless flights I’ve boarded, one thing I couldn’t get used to was the shaking of the plane during landing. My hands were clutched tightly on my seat because of the anxious feeling I get whenever we are landing. Standing up and heading to the door, the harsh breeze of Aphrodite City hit my face as if to remind me of the kind of life I’ve been enduring here. While descending, I reached out for my shades, put them on, and headed to the check-in point. Coming back to Aphrodite City was like a bitter pill that I couldn’t escape. It was bound for me to swallow. I guess no matter how many times I flee this city, I will still find my way to it. Or should I say the city itself will still find its way to me? That’s why I made a silent pledge to mysel
LISTOWEL’S POV The urgency in Kevin’s voice caused me to shift to the edge of my seat. “What is it?” I asked keeping a straight face even though my ears were itching to hear what it was. Kevin gestured for me to hold on but my patience was already wearing thin. “Tell me,” I demanded, my voice low yet commanding. Kevin looked unfazed by my tone. His calm expression as he continued to listen to whatever he was being told over the phone didn’t match the urgency with which he had previously exclaimed. “Yes… yes, I understand, Hold on,” he said as he lowered the speaker to his lips and spoke into the phone. Turning towards me, “Sir, one of the men at the airport believes to have spotted Miss Muggins,” he relayed, cutting me an enthusiastic smile. My heart skipped a beat and I felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted off my shoulders. But no, I wasn't going to believe that easily. I wouldn’t be fully relieved until I made sure that what he is reporting was tr
LISTOWEL’S POV Seated in my living room was Kevin on my right and Joey, the best hacker in the country on my left. Joey is said to be very good at what he does and only operates underground so it took lots of resources for Kevin to get him to me. He is a blonde-haired teenager with piercing sharp eyes. Based on his height, I would guess he is an inch above six feet. Although he appears imposing, his slender arms and legs create a contrasting impression. He’s wearing an oversized hoodie and joggers and has on a black face mask which covers a significant part of his entire face, making it hard to describe his other features. Ever since he sat down and got to work, he hasn't lifted even a brow nor has he said anything. His gaze has been focused on the laptop before him while his fingers rhythmically click on the keyboard. I had requested to be brought here so that he could track Melissa for me. Although the police are still working on the case, they are too slow to like.
MELISSA’S POV Nancy glared at me, her lips pouted as she fumed, “Are you trying to make fun of me or what?” No…, why would I? I'm just concerned.”I said back, fighting the urge to burst into laughter because I know very well her current relationship status. “Melissa! Are you trying to tell me you don't know how bad I am at relationships? Or you've forgotten that my last talking stage barely lasted a week?” Slipping from the couch to the floor, I burst out into a loud hilarious laughter as my guts threatened to burst from the choke. Nancy has always had bad luck when it comes to men. All the men she's ever gone on a date with either had a flaw that was too much to ignore or had an overly cringeworthy perfection. I brought up the question of kids just to distract her from the subject she was pushing to discuss. Leaning back on the couch, she rolled her eyes at me and said, “I know you are just trying to be messy. I won’t mind you.” I didn’t say anything again. I only l