Simon's POV. The fine Wednesday morning had me waking with a good mood, the merger was going better than expected and it would be concluded soon enough. My mood plummets to the woody floor boards of my hotel room when I listen to the morning news while preparing for work. Putting a call through to the legal team of SM I wait as the line rings, once, twice wearing my thinning patience. The line clicks after 3 more rings and I look around remembering it was 7 in the morning and no one would be at the office yet. I search through my phone for the name of one significantly annoying person, in SM that I couldn’t get rid of even if I wanted to. Sighing, I bring it to my ear preparing to wait the number of times it usually took him to pick up. Surprisingly, it get picked up immediately, like he was waiting for my call. ‘Can you explain the nonsense that I’m watching right now’, my voice echoes around the small hotel room as I stare at the headlines written boldly on the screen. ‘Mr.
Chapter 35Simon’s POVStaring at her surprised face drove a wave of emotions through me, ‘Who told you to come in, get out of my office', the word was out of my mouth before I knew and watching her scurrying out, spooked frustrated me beyond words.I take in the state of disarray that my office was, my disheveled look that screamed “edge of insanity”, together with the fact that she probably heard my conversation with my mother and I throw my phone in annoyance.‘So much for proving to Wright that I didn’t need a psychiatrist', I ponder on the reason why I was so annoyed.It was probably the fact that my mother was talking about feelings for a person whose face u saw moments later, stirring up the same unfathomable feelings I refused to give a name to.‘Now is not the time to think about feelings’, I remind myself of more pressing issues and rummage through my drawer looking for the phone Wright had put there in case I had another outburst.The fact that he was right and I di
Tina’s POV‘Did someone kidnap Simon and replace him with a look alike’, I dart out of his office as quickly as possible, eager to get away from this calm looking impostor.The smile he sent me unnerved me the most and the fact that the door banging resounded loudly around the hallway did not even register in my mind.Robotic steps move towards the elevator, shuffling in when it slides open, I cringe involuntarily as my eyes catches a glimpse of his door as the elevator slides shut.During the ride to my floor, I ponder again on his smile,‘Creepy',The last time he smiled, he was amused by my misfortune and the hungry hounds that crowded around me, and u wondered if something similar was about to happen.Getting to my department, I peep into the hall first making sure that nothing was going on.After confirming that people were in fact working and not whispering about something that happened I push open the door fully, walking in.I keep my foot light and steps silent as I shuffled i
Tina's POV.To my utter horror, arriving back at Trove company I saw reporters littered around the outside of the building.They were waiting, chattering amongst themselves with cameras at their sides poised for the terrifying job of picture taking.My fingers bite into each other from the anxiety that was coursing through my veins, pushing my breaths out in gasps.I watched from in between buildings far off from Trove as workers coming back from lunch were assaulted into giving an interview or to giving the location of Simon.Workers huddled into their suits trying to avoid the shutters clicking in their faces and the questions about where Simon was.Just one photo was enough to ruin my perfectly protected bubble that was my life .Glancing at my watch, I see I’m tending towards ten minutes late.I drag my hand across my face, a strand pulling free from my loose bun. Peeping out from my hiding place I see the reporters unrelented in their fervent duty of finding Simon.It wa
‘Say something', my mind urged me as we burst out of the alley between buildings unto a narrow street that was devoid of people.Still I huddled into hoodie, ‘wouldn’t want anyone to see Simon Valero pulling my hand'.As the though hits me, just thinking of the headlines it would make had me trying to snatch my hand away from the vice like grip, it does nothing, only causing him to glance at me, lips pursed and nose flaring impatiently, He tsked and glanced forward, continuing in his forceful pulling, my face heated and it felt like he was chiding a little child.He stops pulling, hand still on my hand and the temporary relaxation of the strength with which he hakd it had me wrenching my hand forcefully from his.My eyes glanced at the car with tinted windows he gestured for me to get in.‘I would like an explanation', I fold my arms across my chest and the arms of my hoodie bulged out, inflating in the process.He looks at me with that impatient look again, opening the car door an
Chapter 39 Heat pulled to my cheeks again and I was certain he saw them from the bright light in the hallway, ‘Would you like me to accompany you', dark eyes fix me with a soft look, ‘Hmm', coherent words flee and I fumble for words through the hold that he had me in. His finger kept sliding across the inside of my wrist in a circular motion and I hoped he wasn’t able to feel the blood pounding through my veins from how fixated he was on my pulse point. I blink once, twice and take two steps back and pull my hand free, my wrist suddenly feeling cold from the absence of his touch, I avert my eyes from his and try to make meaning of his statement. Shaking my head in an attempt to clear my head, my eyes catch on the disappointment that registers in his eyes for a brief moment, ‘I'll let Miss Debra know that I assigned you a task.’ Seconds pass before I nod my head in understanding, ‘Thanks’, even though I couldn’t hope to fathom the meaning behind his words,
Amused brown eyes peer at me and I fold my arms in mock anger suppressing the smile forming on my lips. ‘So you have time now right’, I couldn’t hold it back, a smile splits my face in two as seeing his familiar smile brought relief from my thoughts. When he keeps looking at me with his eyebrows raised I wave his question away, ‘Don't worry, I’m not murdering anyone just yet’, ‘Your hair', he points at my hair with his chin, ‘you let it down', ‘My hair band got lost in transition', I smoothen down my hair self conscious, ‘You look good', his eyes turn serious, ‘Thank you', I smile at the compliment. ‘No really, you look beautiful', an unreadable look stays fixed in his eyes, ‘Uhh, thanks?’, I feel a little confused as his fingers twitch on his desk over and over. Seconds pass then he shakes his head and folds his palms together, blinking a smile onto his face. ‘You don’t even show up like this on weekends', he draws closer to me eyeing the people around
Glancing around the empty hall left apprehension crawling through me, I felt stupid remembering that I had no key card so getting through the secured door would be impossible.It left me with a choice between walking through the crowd of hungry reporters, or walking all the way to Simon’s office.The later was almost as nerve racking as the first, it was as if every time I developed a way of dealing with the tumultuous feelings that plagued me around Simon, he discovered a new way of stirring said feelings.Shifting to a soft side seemed like his new method, a side I never saw in our marriage.‘Was he worried about me?', the thought plagued me, putting my head on a rollercoaster.‘Why was he worried about me?', I tried to make meaning of his behavior, the way his eyes crinkled at the sides and the way his eyebrows furrowed with worry.He didn’t show up when reporters came for me all those years ago, talk less of show a reaction, talk less of worry about me.‘So why, why now', t
‘You know you have to stop looking at the door whenever a customer walks in, you’re no longer a waitress', the sound of Bella's voice trickles to me, sounding at the back of my mind,Her statement was inconsequential in comparison with the drop of my heart to the pit of my stomach, the look of horror making a home on my face‘You're a…..’, she trails off as she follows my line of sight to the source of my predicament,‘Uh oh!’, she exclaims,Simon had walked in and was currently looking about the restaurant, a relaxed air about himI drop my head between my hands, hiding behind my hair, hoping he hadn’t seen me.‘That’s very fruitless, he has seen you already', I glance up again and my eyes meet eyes that lights up immediately they meet mine.‘What in the world is he doing here?’, I whisper yell, asking Bella and she shrugs,I quickly smoothen out my face, wipe horror off it as I face a smiling Simon sashaying towards me.My eyes turn towards the corner where Ajax and Lisa we
My eyes blur, my view of the clouds rolling by dimming,‘Simon!!’, I cry out his name, my abdomen and butt clenching as my orgasm trickles down my thighs, dripping unto the sheets beneath me when he finishes,He comes up to place a kiss on my lips and I taste my juices on his mouth.He drops beside me pulling me to him and for a while I could do nothing, only be pliant as he entwines our limbs together, I could only work on evening my breathing past the feeling of satiety engulfing me.Simon drags my head to his chest, wrapping his hands around me and I descend from the clouds to the feeling of Simon stroking my hair repeatedly.‘That was…’, I trail off, searching for the right word to use as I look up to see Simon smiling at me‘That was amazing', my voice pitches as I finally decide on the word and I rest my head on his chest again,‘I know', pride fills his tone, voice cocky,‘No need to gloat about it', I slap his chest as I speak, lifting myself up with my other hand, t
Then it stops, again, the chords dying out when those hands, those slender fingers turn in a different direction from me,The furnace raging seconds earlier dies out when his hands get folded across the back of his head and he lays down.That smirk is still on his lips as he lies, adjusting himself downward to make sure his head stays on the white blanket,Disappointment courses through me, annoying coolness replacing the fire in my veins.My lips purses, a pout taking over from disappointment, then I even it out immediately, my earlier boldness dying out.‘The sun would hurt your eyes', I blurt out, trying to hide my disappointment, trying to turn his mind elsewhere,He must have noticed it because a smile lifts his face and fills his eyes,He unfolds one hand and he pats whiteness beside him, not minding my statement, inviting me to join him on the ground.He motions with his eyes, patting the blanket beside him and it suddenly looked so enticing,Despite the fact that the
Simon returns empty handed and by then my stomach had protested loudly over and over, ‘Where’s the food’, I attack him as he enters not even waiting for him to speak. ‘It’s in the living room', my mouth rounds as he replies me with a slight smile on his face, He stoops down and picks up his pants and my eyes stay on him as he slides black fabric up thick thighs, his leg tenses as he raises each one, my eyes zeroing in on the bunched up muscles on each thigh. Adjusting it around his waist, he slides up the zipper, gaze turning to me and my face burns, embarrassment taking over, hoping he didn’t catch me ogling him, ‘If we stay here, we won’t be doing much eating', his eyes rake across my frame slowly as he zips up, from my legs upward stopping at my eyes, hungry look in them. I swallow and focus on the hunger in my stomach heading for the door, I stop at the door when I see him walk towards the bed, pulling the covers from it and folding it into his hands, ‘What are you
Watching him exit I stand up drag my panties up my thighs, I search for my lacey bra around the room but come up short, so I settle for sitting on the bed and waiting for Simon the blanket drawn up to my chest.While waiting I find I’m still in awe of the events of the last hours,‘Just yesterday I was worried about Sarah coming back into Simon's life, got drunk on my anxiety even, and now he confessed feelings to me', I was in awe but still it felt so strange,All this years of wishing and it finally came to pass but my mind is unsettled,‘What if this was a dream, a fragment of my imagination, wishful thinking bleeding onto reality', a sigh exits my lips,‘What if I wake up suddenly and find that I was dreaming all this while'‘What if I woke up and discover that none of it happened'‘What if Simon didn’t confess feelings for me, if he didn’t say he wanted to spend his life with me, he didn’t make love to me and call out my name while sending shock waves of ecstasy rippling t
My eyes flutter open, looking around the dimly lit room,In our passion induced haze, we didn’t even turn on the lights,The only source of light was the one streaming across the dark blinds whenever they fluttered open.Over the past hours Simon and I had alternated between love making and drifting off to sleep when spent,My back side was pressed flush against him as he slept, his hand across my waist and his soft breaths against the back of my neck,We were both very naked under white cotton covers and my body still tingled from the past hours of passion my skin clammy against his heated own.My eyes flick about the room noticing the absence of furniture here also, the only thing in the large room was the bed and another cloth covered furniture.From the size of the bed, it would be Simon's room and my eyes rake across the dark walls and white tiled floor,I look up and see there's also a chandelier but not as magnificent in size and beauty, The dull lightening makes it difficult
At first he stills, stuck in the moment of torture then the next second he hand wraps around my waist like a vice fitting my body against his like a glove,My head tilts further as he kisses me with ferocity,His lips are soft as he drags mine to his mouth, sucking on it like someone starved,Taking his upper lips into my mouth, I suck with equal passion, I work my tongue into his mouth and when he sucks on it delicious tingles spread down to the base of my spine, He plunges his into mine, and all the heat in my body pulls to my stomach, I drag my hands across the broad and tensed muscles in his back, anchoring myself to himHis tongue teases, brushing then sliding against mine and my back arches, my chest pressing against his,Hands sliding across my back, his fingers come to rest against the soft skin of my waist, playing against the hem of my dress shirt,My skin prickles at the point where his fingers brushes bare skin where my shirt had ridded up and heat pulls between my legs
My eyes slip close as he instructed and I understand the reason seconds after when a blinding light suddenly filled up the room.I wait for my eyes to adjust before sliding them open, still very much aware of Simon breathing against the shell of my ear,My mouth drops open in awe as I look up at the source if light A massive chandelier, hanged from the center of the high ceiling, magnificent in its size,It was made up from a gold branch and crystal clear flowers and hanging from the large branch of gold were numerous crystal flowers in bloom connected to the branch by thin twigs the same enchanting gold color,The whole chandelier was a large inverted blooming flower, containing tiny flower blooms connected to each other by crystal strands, In each flower bed rested miniature bulbs of pure white light, intricately connected beads of crystal hanging from each flower petal, spilling light- gold and silver in hue across the large living room.And my mouth stayed open, even the spine t
Like a puppet on strings I get up and follow him, pulled by the alluring magnet that was his pleading voice, only grabbing my phone in my hands at the last moment.‘Where are we going', I only ask this question when we exit Trove’s building, in the parking lot,Concern bleeding into me when he beats me to the drivers side,‘I’ll drive', he says as his only reply‘Where are we going', I ask again when he opens the door and slides in, motioning for me to get in.Huffing at his elusiveness, I turn to the front passenger seat and slide in.He pulls out of the parking lot, eyes unwaveringly focused on the road.‘You’ve not answered my question’, I say, crossing my hands across my chest, not minding the smirk he shot at me before turning back to the road.‘I should have known something was wrong when you gave me that puppy eyed look', I glare at him, the words rolling out of my mouth, unexpected even to me,A surprised laugh burst from his mouth, and he stares at me, mirth in his eyes for