BLAIR POV
The spring sun shines down like a sword aimed at my own personal gloom. I stepped into the grand adorned ballroom, my heels clicked on the marble floor, and I could feel all eyes on me but I ignored all of it because today was my best friend's engagement party. The chandeliers cast a mocking golden glow on me. A swift wave of insecurity washes over me as I search for my own seat among the set-up round tables. I instantly spotted Ella who stood around some guests, her cheeks flushed with so much excitement. Our eyes coincidentally met, and she gave me a smile and a wave, nearly hoisting a glass of wine in the process. “Blair! I'm very glad that you could make it!” she said as she threw her arms around me, the familiar scent of her perfume instantly easing most of my discomfort. I inhaled more while I tried to relax In her embrace, giddy energy emitting off of her. “Of course, I won't miss this special day of yours for anything. You look absolutely stunning!” I say. “I just can't believe that this is actually happening.” “I mean, it's really happening.” She gushes happily. “We have been planning our wedding since college, and I still can't believe that we get to experience mine first.” She catches herself and bares her teeth apologetically at me when her soon-to-be mother-in-law appears and takes a hold of her arm. “Ella darling, you need to meet my Auntie from Italy, she has been dying to meet you.” I watched as Ella rolled her eyes slightly while she dropped the wine glass on the table, she shook her head a little at me as she whisked away. I glanced around the tables, searching for my seat, trying to perhaps forget about the memory of us planning our weddings together, our dream destination, and how we plan on starting our married lives in the same neighborhood. But then Smith dumps me out of the blue, shattering those plans to pieces, throwing me back to square one while Ella heads to the top. Some things, you only sort of get over, and some things you just can't forget. "kick off the pity party, Blair. You're better off without him." I muttered to myself. “Blair, you can sit here with us.” My attention is pulled to a table in the middle of the room. Ella's work friends were pointing at an empty seat. “You look amazing!” One of them said, she touched my arms, her blue-painted nails a harsh contrast against my pale skin. “How on earth do you get your hair to that perfect color?” The others at the table chime in, showering me with compliments about my bag, and makeup, wondering if I go to the gym every day, and asking how I could possibly be single. Their kind remarks only tend to Intensify my awkward dateless state, so I force a small smile. I grabbed a glass of wine from the passing waiter before gulping the whole content down my throat to avoid responding to any of these questions. I already knew where they were all driving at. Twenty-six. That very number kept roaming through my mind as the conversation drifted to wedding details and future family plans. In a few months, and I will reach that milestone, with nothing to show for It but a broken heart and volunteering at the orphanage home. The hall soon echoed with loud music, the sound vibrating through my entire body. Couples flood the dance floor, spinning and twirling under the swirling light. I stood up abruptly, neatly upending my glass. “Excuse me for a bit.” The girls at the table barely even looked in my direction or noticed my exit because they were already deep in debate over weddings and divorce. I walked through the crowd, trying hard to dodge Ella's grandmother who never seized the opportunity to question when I would be getting married. The laughter, loud noises, and chuckles pressed in on me until I could feel myself suffocating. I was glad when I arrived at the lobby area, it was empty and silent. The only distant sound that could be heard was the music coming from the ballroom. I took a deep inhale and exhale with my eyes tightly shut. I noticed the upholstered loveseat at the extreme end of the hallway and strode toward it______just as I was about to sit down, someone landed on the sofa with me at the same time. The couch sank in from the sudden weight. The slight creaking sound from the chair could be heard. I turned in shock and my eyes met with a piercing green gaze beneath arched brows. I blush, taking in the sight of the rigorous handsome man, sitting only inches from me, dressed in a dull blue designer suit, with muscular broad shoulders and a sharp jawline. He tipped his head a little, his shadow perm haircut was giving him a very strong aura of confidence. “Not a fan of free food and wine, are you?” His joke caught me off guard and put me immediately at ease. “More like___ trying to avoid questions about when my turn to get married will be,” I responded with a scoff. “My grandmother has been doing that to everyone all night, including me.” He shakes his head, sitting deeper on the couch. “You know___what? Your grandmother?” My eyes widen from what might be shock, but also from the curiosity of how he might be connected to Ella's grandmother. He sighed heavily, raking his hands into his hair. “Funny how they can be so extra in all of this, right?” I smiled widely. “So, I take it that you are also not a huge fan of big parties like this,” I uttered, glancing in the direction of the ballroom, making it clear that we're both avoiding it. He touched his nose slightly before speaking again. “Loud noises aren't just my thing___they make me regret a lot of choices.” I catch his eyes roaming over my dress, while he casually looks around the hallway. “I'm Ronnel, by the way.” He holds out a hand, gazing straight into my soul. “Blair.” I slowly take his hand, astonished by the warmth and strength of his grip. I couldn't help but hope that he couldn't sense how nervous I was because he was just so hot. His eyes light up with understanding as a grin spread across his inviting lips. “So__I finally get a chance to meet the infamous Blair.” My whole body froze the moment I heard that, I couldn't help but wonder what this gorgeous man sitting next to me knew about, and who had been feeding him things about me. With a furrowed brow and a tint of my eyes, I decided to ask, “What do you mean by Infamous?” And just like that, the pieces of the puzzle started coming together in my mind, and he did confirm my suspicion. “You know what my sister always said about you? She said that you are the badass, you always give the advice that always ends them in trouble.” He glances at me, this time around__ his green eyes staring deep into mine. I forced a small grin under his close scrutiny. “You are Ella's brother? The one who has been away for like ages?” I questioned trying to ignore the accusation while I pulled my gaze away from him, I was sincerely struggling very hard not to stare too much at his features. Ella and I had only touched little topic about her brother but how could she not tell me that he was this gorgeous? “Trying to avoid the question?” He teased with a small scoff escaping his delicate pink lips. “That only gives me the answer right away____ you are indeed a bad influence!” He added while his eyes roamed over me like some cozy blanket, heating me up inside. “Hell no_it just happens that your sister and I are a good match,” I responded in a defensive tone. “We actually balance each other out, just like bees and honey____we are inseparable.” I stare at him, wondering what else he might have heard about me. “I didn't mean any of what I said in a bad way, it was more of me trying to compliment, it just seems like my sister always finds a way of attaching your name to any adventure she tells me about.” He says with another charming smile. “We are practically inseparable, we have been best friends for a long time.” I adjusted myself on the couch to stare at him more closely. “Weren't you away for a while?” I asked when I remembered Ella telling me that he had left to make a lot of fortune. He turned his attention back to me while he cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he simply responded as our eyes met again, and this time around I didn't look away. “So, what do you do?” He asks, moving the centre of conversation to me. “Don't tell me you are also into Ella volunteering in the pet store and doing her makeup product shit?” his low-interest tone instantly annoys me. Ella has an amazing career, one she built from the ground on her own. Her eyes for creating her own makeup brand are iconic____ her love for animals only made her volunteer in pet shops during the weekends. “I wish,” I say, taking my gaze to the floor. “Ella is actually doing great and her success is eccentric but what I do is actually a lot different from hers_____ more like a badass in hashing out business deals.” “So___you finally accepted to be a badass now?” He says, grinning. “But I already knew you were one. Well, hopefully, you still save a little of your time to have some fun.” He gazed at me with a sultry smile. I wasn't honestly sure how I feel about him yet. Whether he was an asshole, or just a tough surface, protecting whatever wound he had inside. It was just difficult to decide, but the obvious fact is the one that tingles between my legs. He's gorgeous, and masculine beyond belief. All I could imagine was that he'd be amazing in bed and the thought of him taking me over, devouring me while I moaned his name was heavenly.BLAIR POVAn unintentional blush appeared on my cheeks from my spicy thought but a familiar voice hit me out from the thought bringing me back to my present moment. “Blair! Where have you been? I have been looking for you,” Ella gushes, trudging towards us with her very high heels that may eventually cause her blisters. She stood in front of us, ignorant of the tension hanging thick in the air. “What are you both doing here? I have been searching the whole place for you two___the toast is about to start soon.” I blinked my eyes, trying to shake off whatever spell Ronnell had cast on me. “I was about to head back inside,” I say with an unnatural smile. Ella looks at both of us as her eyes tend to reveal her surprise. “You guys already met each other,” she says. “I was actually planning on introducing you both.” She turns her attention back to Ronnell. “I told you she was extraordinary. You should honestly consider her for your business. Trust me, I know exactly what I'm talking abou
RONNELL POVThe sweet smell of Blair's Fragrance stays on my skin, a haunting remembrance of the intimacy we had shared. I closed my eyes to inhale deeply and moved back to the feel of her soft body huddled against mine but she was gone. She had slipped out of the hotel suite earlier that morning, gathered her things, leaving a sweet and tempting kiss on my lips that only tended to tease me every now and then. The memory elicited an unfamiliar ache in my chest. Fuck_ I just can't afford to feel this way about her or any woman. With a frustrated sigh escaping my lips, I slipped out of bed and dragged myself into the bathroom. The cold floor offers a sharp contrast to the warmth I felt on the bed, a welcome distraction as I turned on the shower and stepped under the spray.The water washes away the evidence of our night together, but it also does nothing to ease the deep turmoil in my mind. I shouldn't have given in to the attraction between us. I should have known better but when sh
RONNELL POVI sat in my office, my thoughts still preoccupied with the benefits and drawbacks of hiring Blair. Sure, she has an impressive resume, plus, Ella kept vouching for her but could I trust her to handle the high-pressure world of contract negotiation for my security company? It could get dangerous at times.After all, our intimate night together gave me the impression that she was more delicate than I thought, a stunning sexual being rather than a hot head. And honestly, she seemed too nice, and soft. I could see rivals walking all over her. Ella's words replayed in my mind, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I know that you might be skeptical but Blair here is good at what she does, and you won't regret it!” she had said. So, I relent, exhaling deeply. I make the final decision to give her a shot, to perhaps prove herself. Blair joined me the next day at our meeting, dressed professionally with a determined expression that was work-related. I honestly did appreciate the fact
BLAIR POVThe moment I finished making the call, I walked back to Ronnell's office to notice that he had finished his conversation with Ella. I composed myself while he reviewed my work. Well, mostly. My cheeks still burn at the thought of our first night together, his fingers running through every angle of my body, and the sight of him sitting in front of me right now, looking very gorgeous, made my body quiver.I just couldn't deny the chemistry I felt between us, as much as I might want to. It was foolish of me to think one incredible night with him wouldn't impact things or make our working relationship awkward. Ronnell wheels something deep inside me, a craving I have never known. And it was one that threatens to consume me whole if I'm not careful. “Blair, are you here with us?” Ronnell's voice brought me back from my thoughts. I can't even remember what we had been discussing, and it all thanks to him, he was just too close to me and staring at me with those seductive eyes o
BLAIR POV“Well, you seem happy and relaxed. I see you have wasted no time moving on.” Smith voiced out in anger. “What the hell are you doing here, Smith?” I blasted back, causing Ronnell to straighten himself. “Does he have any idea that you are just using him to get back at me?” Smith spit out, shaking his head in the process. I blink my eyes, certain his attack can't be real. I walked up to him with furrowed brows. “Smith, why on earth are you here?” I hit him with clenched teeth, still shocked by his presence. His expression only tends to lighten up as he gets even more closer and regret washes across his eyes. “I saw your car parked out front and I was skeptical if it was yours. I wanted to see you, I guess but I never expected to see that___.” he gestures towards Ronnell, who continues to watch our every move, wound tight. “Well, you can't just walk into my life whenever you want because you are not going to like what you see,” I fire back. “You can't always insinuate that
BLAIR POVFor one hundred and one days of working in Ronnell's company, I arrived at the office at eight a.m., sat down at my desk, flipped open a notepad, and neatly wrote my schedule down. And at the bottom, following the notation for the last meeting of the day. I pulled open the drawer of my desk to restock them with candy. Those were the only things that allowed me to release a tiny drip of the anger I swallowed down daily. When Ronnell's demands became unbearable, I used them to sort my own anger. I took out the file, and ran my fingers over it before sighing deeply. The therapist I'd been forced to see when I was a young teen would definitely be proud of me right now. Once I had gone through the file and my desk was back to its neat position. I ran through my usual routine before Ronnell arrived for the day. Lately, it has been me going to the bathroom, break room, bathroom, Fatigue, backache.My bladder seems like it would burst out from frequent urination, which meant I spe
RONNELL POVWe had just finished my meeting with Mathew and William. Blair and I were in the back of my Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire drop-tail, being driven to the office. Traffic crawled, taking several minutes of travel a handful of feet. Fortunately, I had my phone and laptop. Blair on the other hand sat silently, while tapping away on her phone. Perhaps, she was making efficient use of her time. I stared at the email on my laptop. Details were very important to me. If I missed a single word or number, it could be a huge problem for me. That was why I didn't miss anything untouched, I studied details to avoid fumbling. Yet, I'd missed a glaring one.Blair was pregnant. But how? I know for sure that she wasn't married ___was this for her ex-boyfriend that came in the other day or was this my child from the one-night stand we shared? Was that even possible? I honestly had no idea about it until Mathew who was a doctor told me. How could I have missed noticing the changes in her? Her
BLAIR POVI halted a little the moment I noticed an unfamiliar face behind my office desk doing something around my chair. I hated that chair ever since I sat on it, and I even hated it more ever since I started feeling so much backache and fatigue lately. I was fairly certain that it would shove me to the floor if I shifted the wrong way but still. It was mine. My steps picked up speed, intent on defending my chair. But as I drew closer, the butter-like leather and plush cushions came into focus. It wasn't my chair after all. My exhaustion from a night of interrupted sleep— my sleep time seemed to be short recently, due to the fact that my thoughts were clustered with so many worries. Could I raise this child alone as a single mom? Whose child was I even carrying?I sighed heavily trying to push the thought away. It took me a long moment to realize that the man behind my desk was a delivery guy, not some random man off the street.“Hey,” I called calmly while I approached my desk.