THAT SAME DAY:JONATHAN'S POV:After going on a break, the guests and I tasted each of the kid's meals. Some were just plainly…horrible and by the looks on their faces, they knew that as well. It was probably because they didn't expect what they were asked to prepare. I had almost barfed after tasting one of the “grandberry pie” one of the contestants made but Freda had just hurriedly handed me a napkin.When giving my review to the kids and telling the world what I thought about the creations, I refrained from saying too much. I loved kids and I know if I said much, I would be blunt and come off as mean to the rest of the world.There were about five of whom did extremely well and this last round was the top six to prepare my popular dish, Chef's Ris. I anticipated tasting and watching Jason Fletcher prepare it.He was simply outstanding and I hoped he would emerge as the top three. It was quite obvious that he would.He reminds me of myself at his age, focused on cooking and making
JONATHAN'S POV:Vee was getting a divorce from Tristan after he had walked in on her having sex with another man in their matrimonial bed. She treated him like he was the one in the wrong and it had been sad and hurt for a while now. But she still seemed to have a lot of demands for him nonetheless, but it seems like she's oblivious to the type of power his family yielded and the power my family and I held as well.Everyone at the table then turned to look at him with pity offering their apology while his mother still gave him a look of ‘I told you so.'Well everyone definitely told him so but things between them seemed perfect for over seven years. But it wasn't really.“That's enough about my brother. Let's make a toast to my other brother, Jonathan Knight, creating opportunities for kids all over the continent and soon the whole world at large. You're an inspiration and role model to many and there would be another party thrown tomorrow to celebrate the conclusion because you truly
IRIS'S POV:When I was eight years old, my parents had bought me a new toy. In the carton there was a man in a suit and a woman in a white dress. I had organized various types of weddings for them and I had joined my mother in watching soap operas in order to gain new ideas for weddings. I was literally an event planner for the dolls. So it stimulated my desire to become the most beautiful bride and have the most gorgeous and creative wedding in the world.I had read of ladies who were dating men for over ten years and the man fails to propose, breaks up and dates another woman, and marries her in a span of months.I hated that so much and it scared me for what the future held for me. But it seemed like the heavens had whispered to me, I have nothing to worry about.After college, I was young and I told my parents, I wanted to live by myself and enjoy the world. So I took a trip to the first country that came to my mind, Simia, and took a five hour flight excited for what the future
IRIS'S POV:“I can't believe this….this has to be some sort of prank.” Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I carried up my gown running back to the dressing room.I could literally hear the laughter and amusement from the guests who I knew totally agreed with the unbelievable words which escaped Gabriel's lips. The security had pushed back the paparazzi who tried entering back into the church again enabling me to head back into the dressing room, but it was definitely easy for them to capture my face which was most definitely ruined by the tears which ran through my cheek unstoppably.“It's a prank. We were just fine yesterday, what could have gone wrong? Where was this even coming from.” My mind was racing, as I wiped my face as soon as I took off my wedding dress in a haste, but the tears still continued flowing as I had imagined Gabriel being the one taking this dress off.I threw on the most casual outfit I could find was a pink floral summer dress which I was meant to wear as we head
IRIS'S POV:“I need at least five more glasses pleasee.” I dragged out with a weak smile on my face and what anyone would describe as tipsy but I knew I wasn't. I adjusted myself on the stool I was seated on, taking the last drop of tequila in the shot glass.At this point, I want a whole bottle.After leaving the hotel embracing the looks of pity and amusement on the people's faces, and the flashing of camera's from guests devices, I hailed a taxi and requested to be driven to the best bar paparazzi free bar in the entire city and the driver duly obliged, looking at me with an emotion I couldn't read nor cared enough to through the rearview mirror.I was now seated in a cozy bar, after tipping the driver handsomely, which seemed so private and secluded as I wanted, but yet luxurious and aesthetically pleasing. An artist was singing and a group of others were playing a soft song, singing from her heart an heartbreak song almost made me break down crying yet again.But I was surrounded
IRIS'S POV:The bar also had various rooms on the top floors like a hotel, so he requested a room and led us into the elevator. The second the elevator closed, I attached my lips unto his and we kissed passionately, like we had been dying for it.His lips were definitely as soft as I imagined. The elevator doors opened, and he carried me up being that he was a tall, muscular man and I wrapped my legs around his torso, still kissing each other hungrily.He broke the kiss apart to open the doors while I kept leaving hickies on his neck, and he groaned in pleasure. As soon as we arrived into the room, he threw me on the bed making me take in the rosy scent of the room and I bit my lip seductively and hungrily, looking at him as he slowly took off his clothes like a male stripper. I also mirrored his actions and did the same and I was amazed seeing him standing before me in all his glory looking as handsome as the man women only dreamed about.He had to be getting paid for this.. He cam
3RD POV:THAT MORNING:“Beep…Beep…Beep.”Jonathan groaned, waking up to the sound of his phone buzzing repeatedly, he stretched his hand with his eyes shut closed and used his hand to search for the girl he had made love to and connected with physically and sexully the entire night but after a second, he felt her absence making him open his eyes widely and look around the room.“W….I didn't even get her name! Sweetheart!“ He muttered to himself then called out the nickname he had accorded to her, rising to his feet, searching for her in the bathroom and he turned around noticing her clothes which were littered on the floor were now gone.He scrunched up his face, and walked towards the bed stand noticing a stack of money with his phone next to it.“Did…Did she just leave me here? With some cash?” Anger rushed through his veins and he picked up the stack of money and in rage, threw it on the floor.He grabbed the landline,and dialed the number of the receptionist on the ground floor, p
3RD POV:TWO MONTHS LATER.After Iris's one night stand and being dumped publicly and humiliated, by noon, she had already purchased a ticket going back to her home in Kemela, and she broke down into tears as soon as she saw her parents at the airport waiting for her with opened arms stretched out to embrace her and welcome their only child back.They had been her comfort and support system as she dealt with the heartbreak and they had been doing everything to cheer her up and she had been dealing with it perfectly. They were good even the bad days but for the past week, she had been feeling strange.“Girl, I brought everything you might need.” Her best friend since they were kids, Mariana, arrived at home early this morning as requested by Iris.“Why did you bring this?” Iris questioned in irritation and fear, seeing a pregnancy test amongst other things like chocolate and stomach medicines.“Baby girl, you described to me in full detail how that gigolo had sex with you like you two