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CHAPTER FOUR
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2023-03-03 00:51:31Genevieve arrived at where she had to shoot the next day.She had the day planned already as she had lot to achieve that day . She needed to go to Belinda book signing which she still wasn’t sure of attending , shop for clothes she needed on her trip , book her flight and lastly give Daniel Godson her boss ,notice of her movement before she leaves work too.
" ohhh Nash ." she grumbled when she remembered she still needed to see him before she traveled , at least to tell him the truth about how she feels towards him .
" Miss. Newton ,the boss will like to see you ."
she smiled at the thought of the word boss , her use to be lover before her friend Belinda found her ways to his heart . And now Daniel Godson never gave her even a simple glance anymore . He didn't even consider her as someone he ever had anything with.
He kept their relationship just business and simple . At first she had wanted to quit but she didn't as she wanted and love her job more than anything in the world . Everyone knew how she took her job serious at work too and kept the men who came close to her off limit especially Wesley Smith who was also next in position to Daniel . She always kept him off limit too as she did not want another office romance that will blow on her face .
" she dropped her bag on her desk , picked the letter she had written to take permission before she raced off to the elevator , wondering why Daniel had summoned for her , she knew she didn't do anything wrong and he calling her was out of the blue . Most times if he needed to see her he sent a staff instead or delivers the message through phone call if it doesn't involve them facing one another .
She knocked on his door quietly as her unstable heart beat like it was popping out anytime soon . She did the cross sign , breathe out and breathe in when she heard his voice say " come in ." she opened the door quietly .
" you sent for me? ." she asked humbly as she moved closer a little bit . And then her heart was bursting out of it shell . Heaven knows that this man was her weaknesses . His body was the hell fire she would not mind falling into . He was just the way she imagined every night .
It is painful she never got the chance to tell him the truth , and the chance to have him inside her .
" Can you hear me !"
" pardo-on?." She asked in confusion as her mind wasn't even in the room anymore . She was deep in thought and inside him already .
" I just said Belinda wants me to hand you your book , It looks confidential so I decided to deliver it to you personally , you must have left it ...."
" Thank you ." she cuts him off quickly before she snapped the book from his hands .
" Are you okay ?." He asked with worry
" yes ,I wanted to give you this ."
Genivieve dropped the letter and turned around to leave quickly but the next words he said made her pause .
" Are you resigning to focus on a novel you are not even good with ? I really can not believe you Genny ."
She turned around slowly with irritation " really I am sure you have been briefed about how terrible I am , so you should not have believed I will turn in my resignation letter ."
" so what is this ." He coughs as he opened the letter quickly and to his surprise it was just permission to stay off work for some days ." I am sorry Genny . I thought ..."
" I am just going to say this once Daniel , stay out of my fucking business , you have never cared and don't start pretending to care now ." she said as she tried to keep her posture .
" says the woman who cheated on me after I sacrificed a lot for her ."
" really, is that what she told you ?." Genevieve laughed sarcastically as she reached for the door knob .
" what I saw, if you don't have anything else to say you may leave now ." he responded quickly
She looked at him one last time before she opened the door and left , never in her life has she ever been humiliated than that night when Daniel caught her and another man in bed .Only Belinda knew the reason she slept in bed with another man but Belinda didn't speak the truth . And she was not ready to have this discussion because Daniel did not give her a chance when she wanted to.
She took her bag and left quickly , she did not need any other reason to be convince she needed a break . Everything around her needed to change as she felt disgusted .
She would not attend Belinda's book signing anymore as she could not allow her to ridicule her anymore .She needed new people around her too.
She jumped into the first taxi she saw , she wasn't in the mood for Shopping anymore, she sent a message to her assistant as she won’t be coming to edit the pictures from the shoot , so she will take her old clothes instead and book her traveling ticket online and as for Nash she will send him a very long message on her way.
Getting home she broke down in tears as she could not hold it in anymore , Rejection was enough to describe her , nothing ever seems to take off for her . But before anything she began to pack her things quickly trying to focus on just the excitement ahead of her trip . She will try her best to forget everything that hurt her and makes her unhappy .
Looking at her watch she noticed time was going too fast , she still needed to see Nash and tell him how she feels as she has promised .Just then her phone beeps . It was a message from Daniel she read it reluctantly as she knew what he was probably up too .
Hey Genny,
I am sorry about today , Let me make it up to you please.See you at Everest restaurant in forty minutes . Quite urgent please .
Daniel.
She threw her phone on the bed with irritation , She wondered why he needed to see her urgently . Maybe he needed her to complete the editing of the pictures she was yet to finish . Fortunately she wasn't surprised that he needed to see her , he does this whenever he was drunk . He drinks then send her texts . As long as Nash doesn’t see him with her she was fine as he wasn’t aware of her past relationship with Daniel, she had made Daniel promise to keep it a secret and he had agreed , He and Daniel discuss virtually everything especially the company related matters .
She threw on a dress quickly as she was in no mood at all for his business . She adjusted her hair quickly . And then she thought of the fact that she could see Nash later if she was done with Daniel .
Ash sent in a message too which she read smiling all through .Reading out loud with joy .
" Booked your ticket , hotel and ...."
That was a very cunning stop , Ash has left her to guess but she could not , she picked up her phone to select some dresses online as she noticed she still had time before she saw Daniel. The energy she felt was probably from Daniel wanting to see her . Or can he still be in love with her ? And just then .
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Nash message popped in too which she was not surprise to see , although the content of the message almost did . Hey babe, Can we talk, I will be waiting at Leniol Dinner . NashHer heart almost froze as she wondered who to see between Daniel , her ex who she believes she still had feelings for or if to see Nash who was in love with her and always there for her . She got fed up for a while as thought flew in her head . She think she will rather see Daniel first since he messaged her first.As she sat in contemplation. She realize this could well prove an enjoyable challenge. Daniel could see well enough the effort it took her to suppress her attitude and feelings towards him, and having seen her vulnerable in his office that day , he was probably quite sure he had awaken the underlying rebellious streak inside her. He was surrounded by insipid pleasers, at work and in his private life. He attracted them bec
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It was torture. Her cheeks burned. She wanted to reach for him right on that spot and slam his face against her pussy. She wanted to leap up and kick him to take her to the room this very moment. She knew she should not be doing this. But she was soaking through her panties . As she couldn't bring myself to push him away. Her whole existence was his lips and her aching cunt. The island faded around her and she stood up already , trying to maneuver her hips as she moved in front of him . She needed him to touch her clit. She was going to die without it.But he understood, Instead, he paused again at the entrance to her hotel room , and he could feel her gaze on him, staring straight into his quivering folds. She was exposed to him. All her pride were about to be stripped away, need spiraling out of control. They had retired from their little cabana on the beach and legged it to her room where Clint hadn’t even let Genevieve get the word “shower” out before he was shoving her against a
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" please leave." she said stiffly. And in the place where logic ruled, meant it. Her emotions stalked off in a different direction. They sent her body into shock from being away from him. No control there.Trembling as he left immediately, When Dave strode through the door wearing the expression of a wild animal, Genevieve gasped. Heat spread through her with a wave of nausea. She felt lightheaded and colors turned gray.Then everything went black.Genevievee stumbled out onto the balcony needing to find a way to quiet her inner critic and reclaim her realistic thoughts—thoughts that reasonably told her she was on top of her game professionally, and had it not been for a curve in the road she’d have executed a near-perfect safety net for herself. She’d been so close to being able to really live she could almost taste it. Anyone could be led off course. The important thing was to find the track again.Outside, alone, with nothing but the vast ocean in front of her, she couldn’t help but
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