BLAIR POVI stared at Ronnell, my gaze lingering. For the first time since we’d entered his office, the flawless veneer he usually presented had cracked, revealing a raw vulnerability beneath. I couldn’t claim to understand the complexities of dating a wealthy man, but I could empathise with the challenges. Trust must be a scarce commodity, always shadowed by doubts about another person’s intentions.I knew I had ended up in Ronnell's bed because of my growing feelings for him, and those feelings wouldn’t have changed if he was as broke as me. He probably knew that too, but I didn't doubt that he could question it sometimes. “I know that uncertainty and distrust is no place to begin a relationship,” I softly began. His nostril flared. “I never said I didn't trust you. I do trust you, and I already explained my reasoning.” “And I trust you.” I sighed another breath. Leaning forward, I picked up the pen he had laid beside the papers. “I'm going to sign these papers so we can move on
BLAIR POVBrittany was back in town for business and I had decided to stop by at her place for a while. Brittany blinked at me. “No way.”I nodded, picking up a second glass of my non alcoholic wine. “Yes.”We were seated on the rooftop of the building she had hired to stay in during that period. With two bottles of wine and a pile of snacks in our middle. I had just spilled everything that had happened between me and Ronnell. She shook her head. “Who would have thought that your boss who was almost getting your head chopped off could be the second most outrageous thing that could happen to you?” I snorted a laugh. “I also can't believe that I have been going intimate with Ronnell. What in the world have I been thinking?” I would have honestly thought all of this happening for a few months were unreal If not for the fact that Nathan was still in his house, and my breasts were mottled with his marks. Why was that so hot?“I sincerely don't think you were, you literally cried on the
RONNELL POVWilliam approached the table with two women surrounding him, the one with the redhair hanging off his shoulder. He introduced us to them. “Ronnell, and Mathew,” he began. “And this is Rita and Ariana. I begged them to join us for a drink. I basically had to use my charms to make them come join us.”Ariana took a seat beside me and Rita sat beside William, we knew that Mathew was married and didn't flirt around even when we came to bar’s like this. Everyone seemed pinned off in one conversation or the other that I was forced to have small talk with Ariana, she was twenty four year old and worked in an accounting department. She had alot to share about that topic, So much that she didn't notice that I had completely tuned her out, going over my weekly schedule on my mind and What Blair would be doing right now. “What do you do?” She asked breathlessly, as though she just ran a long mile on her heels.“I'm no home to write about, just think of me as a red flag.” I deadpanned
BLAIR POVRonnell hadn't shown up at my desk or even spoken to me ever since the night at the bar. Not that I had expected it anyway. That night had probably screwed up our chances of having a light, fun friendship like we used to. In my mind. I wanted to lay all the blame on him, but it was just as much my fault. When he had me pinned against the wall that night at the bar, I could have just left. I mean, he hadn't been holding me captive. Despite the fact that anyone could have seen us like that, including my date and his friends, those dangers hadn't crossed my mind until later. It had been all of Ronnell's tongue on my skin, his dick prodding my belly, his body looming over mine. For those breathless moments, he had consumed me. In the cold light of the day, I had understood how careless I had been. This was Ronnell. My boss. Ella's brother. Nothing like that could happen in the open again. The moment I turned on my computer, I logged into my email. There at the bottom was an
BLAIR POVI sighed, before staring deep into his eyes. I honestly didn't have any clear idea why he was acting this way but fine, I was going to give him what he was asking for. “Alright, we should absolutely go back to how things were before.” I staçked my hands on my lap, smiling pleasantly. It was a good show while it lasted. “But wait, which before are we even talking about? The one where we met at your sister's engagement? When you asked me to stay at your house? How about before you started keeping a nice note on my breakfast plate every morning, Ronnell?”“Blair—” he reached for me, but I drew my hands away, causing his frown to deepen. “I think there is no need for argument if we both agree, right?” he added.“I'm not arguing. I'm asking you how you would like me to behave towards you.”“Professional,” he answered flatly.A sharp pain sliced through me, and my stomach lurched, but I made sure it didn't show. If Ronnell wanted to be professional, that was what he would get. La
BLAIR POVI had flown the aeroplane, and that had been in a few cases but I had not exactly flown a first class. Needless to say, the possibility of flying first class on a business trip hadn't crossed my mind, so I was surprised to learn that I was when I checked in.I was also told I had access to the first-class lounge, and though I was curious what went on in there, I decided to hang out in the boarding area. The number of people watching in airports was second to none. No way I would give that up for a fancy lounge. Besides, I had a delicate text exchange to deal with. Letting down Henry gently wasn't fun. The worst part was that he was kind about the entire thing. Staying out of the first-class lounge also meant avoiding running into Ronnell untill we eventually boarded the plane.He was already seated when I boarded and his brow winged when I walked by him to take a seat on the opposite side, an aisle back. If he had anything to discuss with me, he could send me an email. Ther
BLAIR POVA welcoming committee awaited us at our first stop. Two men and a woman in suits were flanked by three imposing figures, each bearing a prominent security badge. As we approached, a woman detached herself from the group.The slow, perusing smile she gave Ronnell was on direct contradiction to the proffessional handshake she offered. He took her hand in his, cupping it with his other. His eyes crinkled at the corners. “It's good to see you, Zelda.”She leaned in, her red lips glistening. “It's really good to see you, Ron. It's been too long.” This woman standing before us was stunningly beautiful. Tall and slender, with curvy hips and a tiny, nipped waist, she looked like the Hollywood version of a professional business woman. Her nice choice of outfitting could have come directly from the wardrobe department. Her glossy waves looked like they had just been touched up by her beauty team. I wasn't even jealous. I was sort of dumbfounded that this woman existed in real life.“
RONNELL POVIt was late, well past midnight. Sleep, however, was a distant dream. I stood outside Blair’s door, the thin panel separating our rooms. Had she noticed the peculiar arrangement? I'd listened intently more than once, hoping to catch a sound, a whisper of her presence.silence, was all I could hear. I rested my head against the door.I had screwed up today and hadn't even realised it while I had been doing it. When I sank into work mode, personal relationships didn't really exist at that time. Zelda riding with me to do the second security building inspection had been natural. We'd been doing it that way for several years now. A habit. But that was no excuse. Raphael and Lucas were harmless, but they were also A-grade assholes who talked shit about their own wives and had no sense of humor. I knew that the hour's drive with them had been epically painful. She deserved an apology from me but before telling myself the hundreds of reasons I shouldn't, I raised my hand and