A few minutes later, the desktop phone at the reception began to ring. Tanya was startled, suddenly perceiving it to be a client. Evangeline had said in passing that she would be responsible for clients while she takes care of the CEO. Without any training, she tried to imitate a few receptionists she had seen.
Her hand shook slightly as she picked up the phone, rehearsing the lines 'Great Investments Limited. My name is Tanya White, how may I help you?' In her mind.
By the time the phone reached her ear, a deep masculine voice calmly said, "Tanya, to my office." It was Isaac. She didn't get the chance to respond when she heard a beeping sound. Oddly, she felt unsettled. Why did Evangeline leave just like that?
She approached the door not too hastily and not too slowly. Her pace was naturally smooth. It was strange that her heart thumped when she reached the door. With a little hesitation, her finger curled and a knock sounded on the door. After a ca
Evangeline realised that she had acted on impulse but she was still resolute at the thought of Tanya. All the times this man over here acting high and mighty banged her, he never took her out for lunch during working hours. What made Tanya so special that she never ate from the canteen? Isaac never showed Evangeline any form of care either. Being his escort and whore at events was just it. This man here hasn't been fair to her."We need to talk," she said firmly, lowering herself onto the luxury chair in front of Isaac. His eyes darkened at her action. Isaac never gave any woman attention. He was oblivious to their emotions, therefore, he turned nonchalant."We already talked. I'm busy so get out." He didn't even glance at her. His face was buried in his laptop and his tone was lacking its usual warmth towards her. Evangeline felt a twitch in her heart. What happened to the boss who used to glare at her like he wanted to eat her whole, and didn't take his hands off her
Shopping, in Tanyas' opinion, was simple but shopping with Isaac was totally different. While Tanya walked around picking a few groceries, Isaac would as much as add double whatever she picked, including the things he thought she needed.Tanya never resisted, thinking that Isaac was picking the extra items for himself. When she reached the shelve displaying loads of her moms' favourite cereal, Weetabix, it was too high and instead of asking for help, she just stretched herself, standing on her little toes to pick the item when, unfortunately, she lost her balance.Isaac was merely picking extras of the last item she picked when he realized that something wasn't right. Before Tanyas' body touched the ground, she was held in strong firm arms. She froze at the feel of large arms around her, helping her to steady herself.The hands didn't immediately release her after she gained her balance, her neck went backwards and her eyes peered into his blue eyes
When Tanya woke up the next morning, she decided to make Isaac breakfast since Abigail was going to bring them lunch. The thought of Abigail got her worried but at least they were going to see each other. She would know the challenge Abigail was facing. She sent Isaac a short text message. 'I made you breakfast.' When Isaac saw it, he smiled and responded, 'ok.' The drive to the office was smooth. No one relayed the events of the previous day. Be it in the supermarket or during dinner but a flawless smile adorned Isaacs' face the whole time. His three-piece suit and elegant ways, even with the way his hands swirled around the steering wheel was an interesting sight. Tanya would hide her blush while she watched him drive. Isaac loved home-cooked meals but if he had to get it, then he had to go to their old Manor where his mom and dad lived. He never wanted to go there because his mom would always nag, 'you are thirty Isaac, do you want to have your
Isaac had left ten minutes ago, leaving the girls in his office. He drove furiously and arrived at his familys' old manor in thirty minutes instead of the usual one hour. He was angered to the core. He barged into the living room huffing like he ran a marathon. His father was sitting on the sofa relaxed while his mother flung herself around him, cupping his cheeks in the palm of her hands. Since she was shorter than him, she lifted her head to meet his eyes and his gaze softened. Isaac had been mad because his father called him to meet the woman he had arranged for him. "Isaac, I missed you so much. Will you avoid me also just because you have a feud with your dad?" The womans' eyes were red from tears and looking closely, she was looking older. Isaac was moved with compassion, hugging the woman tightly. "It's not like that mum, I just want the opportunity to pick my own bride. I don't want anyone to decide for me." "But when? These arms are growing weak. When would I hold my grandc
Tanya didn't understand why she was feeling culpable. This mans' ocean blue eyes looked helpless and she felt miserable to be the cause of this helplessness. Biting her lower lip, she gave the only excuse she could think of. "My dad wouldn't want me to stay up late so it's not as if I don't want to go with you." Seeing the doubt on Isaacs' face, she tried to sound even more convincing and said, "even if you want me to spend the night, I will if only my dad agrees. He's quite strict," she shrugged with innocence. Her game was obnoxious. She had thrown her dad under the carpet, knowing he never liked Isaac. Besides, Isaac wouldn't be so shameless as to get her dad involved. Seemingly, Isaac was so quiet, Tanya could see her winning trophy. "So, if your dad agrees, you won't mind spending the night at my place?" Isaac asked slowly, and more like he was talking to himself but Tanya abruptly responded, "Why should I? You don't seem like someone with evil int
Abigail felt warm moisture on her lips. She closed her eyes, lost in their calmness. She allowed her lips to be dominated sensually. When Tony pulled away, he dialled a number on his phone. "Mr Hawk, when does the meeting with the planning committee start?"Tomorrow at 3 pm," came the prompt response from the end of the line."My wife will be there." Abigails' heart tingled. He agreed. She was beyond excited, she threw her arms around his neck, capturing his lips hungrily."Thank you, President Tony." Tony didn't respond and hung up. His mouth was full. He deepened the kiss, his hands caressing every inch of her body, pulling away her clothes with haste without breaking from the kiss, while she pulled his clothes away.Soon with their clothes lying pitiably on the floor and clung to each other, he plunged his cock into the tight wet walls of the woman on top of him. The whimpers, moans and growls became music to their ears before their bodies, sweat
"I need time," Tanya said when Isaac pulled away, both of them catching their breath. "I need to think," she added, avoiding his orifices. His pleading gaze would make her act on caprice and she didn't want that."That's enough for me," Isaac said and turned to the crowd. "Every drink is on me." That said, he led Tanya to the car by the waist, not caring about the cheers behind them. This was his first real date and it was quite successful so his mood was good.When they returned to the penthouse, he excused her while she changed into her night things. When he said he was going to sleep on the couch, Tanya had thought of the living room but Isaac meant the couch in the bedroom. They weren't going to share the same bed but they would be in the same room.There were two other bedrooms but he had kept them under locks. If they slept in different rooms, then what would be the essence of bringing her to his house? Tanya wanted to object but the man on the couch was a
Tony wasn't going to take chances. He trusted the bodyguards he wanted to send with her but could they follow her to the ladies' room? By mere courtesy, they won't follow her if she asked to be excused. The best person to protect his wife was nobody else but him. Seeing the list of people to be represented at the planning committee meeting, he couldn't help but be cautious. For that reason, he had to take his laptop along. When she got busy, he would continue with his work."What about your work? You have to send me with the bodyguards. I need to get acquainted so I won't feel restless when I begin working," Abigail conveyed, her voice knitted with concern. How could she allow him to leave his work and just wait on her? He wasn't just anybody but the President of the Wrights Fortune."Don't worry. I will go with you to every meeting," he imposedly responded. He couldn't explain the dangers lurking around to Abigail because he himself couldn't pinpoint exactly what they
Brian chuckled and explained, “No. I’m just afraid. What if she had fought back or hit you with something?” Kisha was about to say that no one could defeat her in a fight but then, Brian added, “Or what if you got injured or fell? Don’t forget that you might be pregnant and not know it.” Seeing the direction of the conversation and the level of care in his voice, she was filled with remorse. Indeed, violence never pays. “I will control my temper better next time,” she vowed but Brian shook his head, extending her yard of confusion. “I’m not saying that you should not defend yourself or let people walk over you. What I mean to say is, if you want to hit someone, call me to do it for you. I will hate myself for you getting injured because I could not protect you,” he said with a sad countenance. Kisha smiled and replied, “I get it.” A month later, Brian went with Kisha to Kalen’s wedding. A day after, they were invited to dinner by their parents but it was hosted by Tony and Abigail.
“I want her fired. I don’t care about the nasty things she said to me but for her to call Aunt Abigail a housewife, enjoying Uncle Tony’s hard-earned money as a stay-at-home wife, I can’t bring myself to forgive or see her working in this company ever again,” Kisha explained painfully. Abigail was one of the women she respected so much even when she didn’t know that she would one day be getting married to her son. Seeing the seriousness and anger in her tone, Brian was upset that Linda had the guts to speak to Kisha like that but also, she involved his mother. From the chilliness emitted by the president when he was addressing Linda, even the managers were on edge in their seats. “You said that about my mother?” Brian asked in a low growl, staring daggers at the battered face that had turned extremely ugly. “And what did you call my wife?” His voice tone was becoming dangerous, as he tried to suppress his fury. “I…. I…. Mr.….” Linda was finding it hard to form a sentence from Brian
Kisha calmed herself. If anything, she did not want to cause Brian any form of embarrassment “Is there anything wrong with that? Companies reshuffle every time and you seem to be stuck in the same position for two years. You should be happy that I put in a word for you,” she leveraged, not refusing the accusation against her. Linda was distressed. She only guessed but it turned out to be true. Being Brian’s secretary was her only way of getting close to him. She’s been at it for the past two years and was not ready to give up. “I might just be a secretary but I am paid better than most people,” she said directly, hinting that she did not appreciate Kisha’s so-called help. Kisha stared at her with revolt. “Is that so?” she asked with feigned seriousness. “How about I ask Brian to give you a 20% raise?” She asked again. “Will that be enough? Look, I’m being nice because, in a way, you feel inconvenienced,” Kisha concluded. Seeing that her first plan was not working, and Kisha was not
Kisha boarded a taxi to Brian’s office. Since it was her first time there, she was a little lost. Luckily, she met the receptionist who recalled her from their wedding pictures online. “Mrs. Wright, how may I help you?” She let out a kind smile and asked. Kisha smiled back, saying, “I am here to see Brian.” “I have not seen him leave, which means he is in his office but his secretary should know more,” The receptionist said, as she glanced at the secretary’s office, which was transparent due to the glass compartment. Seeing it was not occupied, she leveraged, “That is Mr. Wright’s office but I don’t know where his secretary is. Perhaps to serve his morning coffee.” Hearing morning coffee, Kisha’s heart twitched a little. “Thank you,” she said to the receptionist, and without knocking, she opened the secretary’s office door, and went through to Brian’s. Indeed, Linda was serving Brian’s coffee, and seeing Kisha, Brian smiled. Linda did not know that someone had walked into the offic
“Mrs. Wright, I must say that you are a very stunning woman but what a bad choice you have for a husband,” Mr. Bennette said as soon as Brian walked out. Kisha raged. “Are you talking to me?” She grimaced and asked. Mr. Bennette found it cute the way she was acting hard to get. He said slowly, “It’s just the two of us here and like I was saying, I am wondering your reason for marrying him. If it’s money, then I’m equally rich.” Kisha’s lips pursed. Every respect she had for this man from before dropped to zero degrees. He was very attractive but lacked dignity. Perhaps if he knew who she was, he might think twice and not act like a fool anymore. “My father is Isaac Newton and I am the head of the Engineers Corporation. Do you still think that I married Brian because of money?” She asked with a serious unwavering gaze. Mr. Bennette froze a little. The next moment, he said, “Sorry, I misread that part but then, you are in love with him. I feel sorry for you but I am still available.
“Isn’t it too much? You must be tired after last night and what happened to the maids?” Brian hugged Kisha from the back and asked in a deep desirous voice. Kisha giggled and responded whilst platting, “I sent some of them to get groceries and the others to the garden. I just don’t want any of them walking around for a while.” Brian’s lips planted kisses around her ears before he sucked on her neck. “It smells delicious.” Kisha smiled tightly but did not respond when Brian asked again, “What about work?” “I called to inform them that I’d be late. So, we should eat now,” she said and carried the tray of good-looking lasagna, recalling how terrible it was when they tried to do it together before. “I called your mum to guide me through it but I’m not sure if it tastes like hers,” Kisha said with a sorry expression when Brian paused after chewing and swallowing a bite of the lasagna. She could not tell whether or not he liked it. Brian looked into her eyes and said, “You don’t have
Arriving at the villa, Kisha dragged Brian to his bedroom. When the door pushed open, her jaw dropped, and she froze. “Hey, you cheated. This is bigger and more luxurious than my room,” she nagged. Brian chuckled. How was it his fault when she refused to share their room and settled for another? “It's for the two of us but you didn’t want to share,” he said softly, not wanting her to feel more guilty than she already was. He wrapped his hand around her waist from behind and she turned to face him as he asked, “So, did you mean everything you said earlier?” Kisha pulled away and his eyes dulled. The next moment, she went around him and closed the door, locking it securely. Light returned to Brian’s eyes as he saw her admiring the room. He saw how her eyes dimed when she saw female clothes in the closet. The next moment, her pretty face contoured with a frown. “Yes, I meant it when you promised not to see other women. Perhaps I made a mistake,” she said in a saddened voice, while she
Kisha stilled for a second before processing the information. She felt like she was in a daze when she left the meeting without a word to her managers and drove to the hospital. Even when her secretary thought of driving her there, she had already left. Reaching the hospital, she was ushered to the doctor’s office as soon as she mentioned her name. “Why has it taken you so long to come?” The doctor asked. Kisha was slightly guilty, looking down, and said defensively, “I came as soon as I heard the news.” The doctor did not accept the excuse. The first person he expected to see after the accident was Kisha but she was rather the last to arrive. “The hospital called you with Brian’s number hours before then. Your number was on the speed dial when we needed to contact a relative. His parents and yours left an hour ago and said they would be back in the evening,” the doctor explained accusingly. Kisha’s guilt increased. Even her parents knew and she didn't. She wondered why they did not
As the days went by, Brian would call Kisha to check on her and if she refused to answer his call and did not return them after an hour or two, he would drive to the corporation. He was so pushy that he became a member of the corporation and no longer a visitor. Brian would always be in her office unannounced. The more she tried to push him away, the closer he got until Kisha began to accept the fact that Brian would always be a part of her life. She contributed little to nothing to the wedding but Brian had gotten to know her favorite things from her Aunty Rita in Zcity, and communicated them to his mother Abigail, who was the wedding planner, ensuring that everything went well. Betty, Brian’s twin sister, flew from Europe with her husband and daughter to attend the wedding, which was one of the most lavish in Mcity. Rita traveled from Zcity and the way she bonded with Kisha, arose a few jealous strings in Tanya. She was conflicted within herself if it was right