RONNELL POV
The 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 she looked up at me with those bright brown eyes and round pouty lips, her curves were practically tempting every part of me, I have never felt so attracted to any woman as I was to her yesterday. All rational thought left. I was powerless and just couldn't resist the pull. Now, I knew that I had to face the consequences. I knew I would see her again because Ella already made it known to me through a text message, and there was no avoiding the tension that would surely be hanging thick in the air because of what transpired between Blair and me. I knew that we only just wanted to enjoy the moment but I just couldn't forget her soft moans and the feel of her nails digging into my back while she begged for me to F__k her even more. It would surely be hard to treat her as a business associate. How did I even let this happen? I had sworn not to get myself entangled with any woman, my heart had already been ripped off enough. The dark side that lives inside me is too dangerous to expose to anybody but one unforgettable night with Blair and all those shields came crumbling down, leaving me totally vulnerable. The hot water from the shower began to run cold, dragging me from my own thoughts. I turned it off and stepped out while grabbing a towel to dry off my wet body. There was no going back right now, I would just have to find a way to bury my feelings when we were together and avoid on acting on the slight attraction that meant nothing. It's the only way to keep her safe, even if it means denying myself. Even though the one thing I crave the most right now was. Her. • • • As I walked into my company building. I walked into the gym area to change into my outfit, few of my employees were in the gym already. They were practicing keenly and their grunts filled the entire air. This was my world as the CEO of Ronnel Roman Security Ltd. I had kept focus on expanding my business and adding additional employers to my company. I just need some few help with closing the deals that will launch my business to the next level, straight out to the top global spotlight. “Ronnell!” Ella's voice breaks through the noise in the gym, and I turn to see her waving at me with Blair by her side. Blair looks like a breath of fresh air, stopping my heart momentarily, her choice of outfitting cascading over her alluring body. Her long hair was tied back with loose trends teasing her shoulders. Flashes of our incredible night together pass through my mind, creating a renewed desire to have her beneath me again. But I quickly veer my feelings towards the professional realm, suppressing any fanciful excitement. “Hey, Emmanuella?” I greet, trying to keep my gaze steady and my voice as casual as possible. Although Blair had an effect on me. “Good to see you again, Blair.” I glimpsed in her direction. “I figured that I was too busy yesterday that I hadn't properly introduced you both to each other!” Ella says with a grin while nudging Blair for a remark, clueless about how much we got to know each other last night. “You know what__ I was so glad that you two got to meet at the engagement party.” Blair shoots Ella a playful glare before turning to me with a charming smile that got my heart racing. “Nice to see you again, Ronnell,” she says with a slight smirk. “Ronnell,” Ella interjected, pulling my attention back to her. “I wanted you guys to really have the chance to talk about business. I have known Blair for a long time now and she is the perfect match to help you with your expansion. She is an amazing person that I trust to bring in a top mastery for your business.” “Oh__really?” I asked folding my hands while I tried to hide the uncertainty in my voice. I knew that I couldn't deny my attraction to Blair, but I couldn't imagine this delicate, sensual woman going around working in my security firm with hardened men. “C'mon Ronnell, you have got to trust.” Ella insists. “Blair here is more than capable to run this business. Why don't you give her a chance, and if she ain't what you want, then you can let her go.” “Ella is right, why don't you give me a shot and if you think am not still good enough for you__ I would gladly leave.” Blair chimes in, her eyes meeting mine with so much confidence that surprises and intrigues me at the same time. “I'm good at what I do, and I take my work seriously___i think I could help you out with what you want.” Her eyes narrow slightly, perhaps noticing my space. As much as I wanted to believe her, I just couldn't shake off the feeling of mixing business with pleasure because it might end badly for both of us. I looked around trying to stop myself from accepting this offer because my PTSD is easily triggered these days, and I need to be careful about who I let into my life. “Please, Ronnell,” Ella begs further. “You have to please accept her, allow someone to help you this once. You can't always do it alone, and I promise you that you won't regret your choice.” she stares at me, knowing how stubborn I can be, and keenly aware of my cold heart due to the trauma I had faced. But she's right. If I wanted my company to get to the global spotlight like I wanted, I needed an expert that I could perhaps trust. I had always trusted Ella to give me good decisions and recommending someone to me would only save me from the stress of interviewing anybody. “Why don't we discuss more details!” I finally agree, still resistant but willing to at least give Blair a chance. “To see if you're indeed good and fit for this business.” “Sure__anything you want.” Blair nods, her eyes grow as she feels my cold gaze on her. Beneath her agreement to further our discussions, I could see that she was hurt by my distrust and space. Despite the intimacy we shared, I knew that I had to box all that away. It was just a one-night stand that should mean nothing, and I was determined to keep things professional between us at this point. And if that means treating her skeptically and blandly. Then that's how it going to be. Ella grabs hold of Blair's arm and does a small dance. Their close, and playful relationship was evident, and I can't help but feel a twinge of envy. “This is just perfect and we should celebrate this!” She gushes happily. “Come on, Blair,” she encourages her, giving her hands a squeeze. “Why don't you tell Ronnell that time you negotiated that massive deal for Hikvisiion and Dahua security?” My eyes widen. “You mean…?” I stare at Ella, understanding now why she thought the collaboration would be good for my own company. “She is exactly what you need, Ronnell.” She continues. “And, Blair, you could use this as a cool-off from Smith bullshit.” “Ella!” Blair barks, embarrassment written all over her face. “Sorry,” Ella murmured sheepishly, finally releasing Blair from the embrace. “I know that I might be crossing the limit but it's the truth. You deserve better___you need to move on, and this job is just the perfect one.” I throw my hands. “Okay. I think we are done here.” I turn my attention to the group of employees. The smell of their sweat aggressively filled the entire area. “We have a meeting, soon. Freshen up, everyone!” I announced. I glanced back at Blair, she may be beautiful and passionate but I need someone who can deliver good results for my company. And I have to keep reminding myself—-business first.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.
BLAIR POVI looked through the clothing price tag and my eyes wouldn't stop bulging out at the ridiculous prices, and right now, I had next to no budget. I hadn't even told Ella yet about my newfound secret___she had been away preparing for her wedding and I just didn't want to shove this kind of news down her throat. Finally, I was able to find a few things at a thrift store close to my house. Brown and black where what picked my interest, since those were my ideal types these days. Hopefully, I’d be up to douse for Ronnell. If he said anything else about my clothes. I'd likely jab him with my pen. I honestly didn't like how it felt when he'd told me that I couldn't wear my dress anymore. I should be the only one to stop wearing them when I wanted to. I kept replaying the way he'd looked at me when he said it. Like he had been embarrassed for me that I couldn't fit my body into an item of proper clothing. It wasn't like he paid me a whole hell of a lot that would make me a millio
RONNELL POVThe weekend brunch Tradition we started after college had balloned. today, it wasn't just William, Mathew, and me. Today, William's sister, Mia, graced us with her presence. Not that Mia was bad, exactly. there was just...a friction between us, a static charge built from year's of childhood sniping. But williiam was practically a brother, so I endured Mia for his sake. (besides, she drove William equally crazy)Our table was situated at our favorite brunch spot, overlooking the sidewalk. The early autumn sun was positioned directly above us, providing a beacon of warmth on a mildly chilly day. “I'm surprised you're here, Ron, you have been less active__” Sarah remarked. “It seems like you've made It to more brunches than you've missed lately.” I looked up from my menu, which I didn't really need since I almost always ordered the same thing. “Is that a complaint?”I knew that it wasn't. Sarah was my cousin who was married to Mathew, and we were really close. Both our pare
EPILOGUETWO YEARS LATER“Ronnell, I’m fine___you don't need to follow me everywhere.” Blair muttered in frustration. “I’m sorry if I'm worried about the both of you like a husband and a father should…” Ronnell responded with a cute pout. Even after two years of being together, he still wasn't fed up of his wife, rather he even craved more of her as the day went by.“I know but I need to be free, not caged.” She joked, walking into the kitchen to grab herself more snacks. “The doctor said you will be ready to pop any day now and I want to make sure you don't wonder around and have a baby somewhere unpleasant.”“Pop? You make it sound like I'm carrying a balloon and I know what the doctor said, and I know where I'm going to go but you won't even let me outside the house.” Blair grumbled, grabbing herself some pickles , cheese, tuna, peanut butter and some fresh grilled meat . Ronnell looked at her with an arched eyebrow. “It's not me. It's your child who's making me eat these weird
BLAIR POVWilliam stumbled out of Daniel's hospital room, looking more like a ghost than a man. "Can you believe it?" he muttered, rubbing his face. "Shot in the butt, and still acting like he's on cloud nine. They're taking him in for surgery, but he told them to leave the scar big and bold. He said, and I quote, ' Chicks dig scars.' That guy, he's... unbelievable____."He broke off, and Ronnell didn't hesitate to pull his oldest friend into a tight hug. Sarah stationed herself to the side, rubbing them both up and down their backs. Daniel was going to live. He had been fine. A gunshot to the ass wouldn't stop him for long. But there had been long, harrowing minutes of silence where none of us had known where he had been hit. Okay, firstly we thought it was his chest that got shot because all we saw was blood. So much blood. Daniel had passed out from the pain and blood loss, and I had watched William and Mia crumble. They had fallen to his knees and cried over Daniel's body. Mathe
RONNELL POVBlair’s body shook like a leaf, her teeth clacking against each other as she tried to mask her terror with a forced smile, I grabbed her hands and pulled her close to me.The reason for her panic was clear as day.Tyler, the asshole whose lease I had terminated, had crashed the party, and he had brought with him Blair's mother, the woman who had abandoned her daughter years ago. I knew something was off when she didn't show, but this was a whole new level of wrong. I didn't see this coming, and I didn't like it one bit. A no-show at the bar was bad enough, but this? This was a total shock. I didn't expect this twist, and I definitely wasn't prepared."Don't worry, Princess. I've got this." I pressed a reassuring kiss to her temple. "No one is going to hurt you."I gave her to Mia and Sarah, who enfolded her between them without me having to say a single word. Then I stepped forward to intercept the two unwanted guests, Weston and Mathew, on one side of me, security guard
BLAIR POVI had been more of a wreck than I had suspected. It had taken me several minutes to clean up the black tear tracks from my cheeks. Once I was good as new and there was no chance of more tears, I left the restroom, eager to find Ronnell. Hopefully, he was finished with the security. I didn't think I had properly thanked him for the name of the building. Then again, the way I wanted to thank him was better left behind doors. My dress swished around my legs as I strode down the hall. The clinking of glasses and din of conversation swirling with the music from the string quartet grew louder with each step, but as soon as I reached the mouth of the hallway, a man stepped in front of me, stopping me dead in my tracks.“Hey, Blair.”The last time I saw Tyler, he had been making a scene in front of Ronnell's company. We hadn't heard from him since, so I had assumed he had slinked back into the slimy hole he had come from. Apparently not,“Tyler, you shouldn't be here. Ronnell told
BLAIR POVI walked back into the kitchen to find Daniel holding the monitor, and the others were gathered around, intently watching the live feed from the nursery.“Are you spying on my baby?” I teased. “Yes,” Daniel responded unabashedly. “This is cool as hell. You can just watch your kid whenever you want to?”“Of course, I can. I’m not as neurotic about watching him as I used to be, though.”Mia laughed. “Let me guess, Ronnell is?”I grinned. “Uhmmm, he finds it soothing having the monitor really close by.”William shook his head. “Yeah, I can see Ronnell as a total hover father.” When he realized what he had said, that he called Ronnell a father, he clamped his mouth shut. “Hey, it's fine,” I assured him. “He is absolutely a hover father, but I like it. It makes me feel not so crazy.” Daniel turned the sound up to listen in on Ronnell and Emmanuella talking. “Can I be aunt Emmanuella already?” “Yeah, that would be alright with me and Blair.” Emmanuella sighed. “I think you s
RONNELL POVDinner was easy and totally stress free. Frankie was babysitting Nathan upstairs, and as much as I loved my son very much, I had to admit having adult time was a very nice change.After we ate, Blair went upstairs to feed Nathan before we left for the party while the rest of us cleaned up. There wasn't much to clean up since we had ordered in, but there were a few dishes and utensils.Emmanuella held up a plastic container. “Do you recycle or do you keep these for spare storage?”“You can recycle.” I opened a cabinet to show her the stack of take out containers we had kept. “we have tons of collections.”Her eyes flared. “Oh my God. Ronnell! Don't tell me you do not cook for my best girl? Don't you know that you are suppose to cook for your girlfriend. I and my Fiancee are terrible cooks, but he's marginally better, so he insists on doing most of the cooking. Blair deserve that amount of treatment too.”“She does deserve it, you are right.” I lifted a shoulder, unbothered.
BLAIR POVThe day of reckoning finally arrived. Smith was due in town, and we had to confront him with the truth: Ronnell, not him, was Nathan's father. We'd exchanged a few text messages over the past week, but each day had brought a growing unease. Something about this whole situation felt... off.Perhaps, I was nervous because I had left him believing that he was the father of Nathan. Ronnell came into the room carrying Nathan. He had learned to blow raspberries recently and hadn't honestly stopped showing off his new skill. Anyone who came within arms reach of him instantly became drenched in his saliva, but nothing dettered Ronnell. When he saw his new trick, he proclaimed him a super genius and didn't even blink when he drenched his shoulder with his drool. “He hasn't replied yet?” Ronnell questioned patting Nathan softly on the back. “No.” I held up my phone. “I guess he is busy saving the world to reply but he's a notoriously bad texter, so…”I hadn't heard from Smith for a
BLAIR POVRonnell offered me my job back, and I happily accepted. I was relieved to learn he hadn't let go of his new assistant; instead, he transferred her to another department. I sat down at my desk, unable to keep the satisfied smile off my face. Being in love and being loved back made my mundane, everyday tasks feel a lot less tedious.I was so excited to be back to the office and my desk. As I pulled my belongings from the neatly stacked box, I noticed a small tear in the cardboard. To my surprise, the tampon inside had been jostled loose and was now upside down and facing the wrong way.My palms were sweaty as I picked up the envelope. The papers inside were scattered and rumpled, and a cold dread washed over me. Someone had been searching through my things. The only person who had been in the office and could go through my stuff was Ronnell. Had he found my papers?But…but… he hadn't even mentioned it to me, and we had barely even spent a second apart from each other yesterda
RONNELL POV I didn't want to miss more of this so I wrapped my arms around her middle as my shoulders shook, I clung to her with a franticness that didn't make sense but felt real nonetheless. “Fuck, Ronnell,” she whispered. “You don't need to feel bad because everything is okay. We understand each other now.” Lowering herself to the bench, her knees on the outside of my hips, she held my face in her hands gently. I should have been mortified by the tears I had let loose, but she pressed her lips to each one, never asking where they had come from or why they were even there. She kissed them away. Just like that.My Blair. My princess.Her fingers stroked through my wet hair, and her lips slid along my cheeks, soothing me, caring for me in the way only she could.“I love you, Ronnell.” She murmured. “I have cared for you for a long time, even when you drove me mad, but I think it started to turn into love when I walked into my bedroom after you let me sleep all night and there you