The rich masculine smell was the first thing to fill Lydia's nose as her consciousness returned, and she wanted to bury herself further into it and never get up. Her eyes opened and fixed on the ceiling, unable to think of anything else but what she knew happened last night. They had gotten intimate, and she had shown Jayden all of her, and he did the same. Her body experienced heights she didn't think existed at his hands-heights she never knew about, and it felt as though it was his calling. The man Jayden White had owned her last night; every part of her body bore witness to his authority and control, and he knew just what to do with his mouth, his hands, and his tongue. She didn't want to think about it for fear of wanting more; it was that good. She turned to the side of the bed where he had laid last night after he took everything she had to offer, but it was empty.He was gone, and the realisation made her heart ache a little. Last night wasn't supposed to happen-it wasn't supp
Time flies, especially when you don’t want it to. Three weeks had gone by, and a lot had happened. Going back to work felt like ease. She resumed her role like nothing had happened, and though there were whispers behind her back, none dared bring it to her face. She wasn’t just their boss; she was Mrs. White, the wife of Jayden White, the owner of the White estate company. Many bestowed their fear of Jayden onto her, and as much as it helped keep unneeded attention away, she wasn’t that kind of person. She didn’t rejoice that others feared her, and she was sure the same could be said about Jayden. They had a preconceived notion about him, and he didn’t look willing to address it, just like he never corrected her when she thought the worst of him. After she returned to the office, the police reached out to her so she could recount her testimony of the incident that took place four weeks ago for further pushing their investigation. Though Lydia told the police she had been there to mee
The gazes of the three ladies around her came to rest on her, and they looked to have been swept away for whatever reason Lydia didn't know. She knew what she said, and nothing warranted the look they were all giving her now.Grace clamped her hands and brought them up to rub her face, holding the biggest look of adoration among the three, "Aww, to love and be loved." she cooed, her smile beaming.Lydia almost said she didn't love Jayden White, but she pressed her lips together; that was the point-they were to pretend like they were in love. The only problem about that was she wasn't pretending; everything she just said and the manner in which she said it was not an act, so how could Grace mistake it for love?Except it was, and that scared her more than she thought it would. These past few weeks have been a rollercoaster. Was that why being ignored by him, for the most part, hurt? She had no understanding why that was; Jayden hadn't changed his behaviour, but her feelings for him had
A small knock came over to the door, and it opened a few seconds later. Lydia didn't turn around to see who it was but figured if it were Ingrid, she would speak up.Just as expected, Ingrid spoke up. "Dinner is ready, ma'am," she said."Give me a minute." She pulled herself up from the bed she had laid on since returning with Miles hours ago and followed behind Ingrid.They came downstairs, and she found Jayden seated at the table, a sight she hadn't seen in a while. His presence at dinner began to decline after they slept together and had carried on until this point. For the past few days, she hadn't seen him, and now, suddenly, he returned to the table after what happened at the office. She would have felt horrible if she hadn't seen what she saw at the office."Good evening." She greeted him as she took her seat at the dinner table."Good evening," Jayden replied, and like always, they both returned to silence.Mark served the delicious meal before them, and in silence, they ate i
"I thought you wanted me to come and celebrate with you, Mother." Lydia said, her eyes welled up because her fiancé' mother, who was celebrating her 55th birthday, just told her she wasn't invited. Hanna Chester's fiery gaze burnt so hot that Lydia fell on fire from her head to her toe. Hanna's desire to harm her was evident, yet she couldn't take the chance of others witnessing it. Lydia's words seemed to have had a more negative effect than she expected. "I am not your whore of a mother! You know the door. See yourself out." Hanna said harshly and walked back from her. A tear slid down Lydia's face after being disgraced by Hanna Chester, her fiance's mother, and it was too much to bear. She felt hurt when Anthony told her Hanna had thrown a family-only party, which meant she wasn't invited, and it made her feel like she wasn't a part of the family despite everything she had done for them and endured over the years. When she finally received a mail invitation to the party this m
Lydia couldn't even say anything with how ashamed she felt, so she took her leave. Her tears did not stop falling, and her heart did not stop aching, but that wasn't enough to call it a day because Lydia found herself under arrest for theft less than an hour later."I didn't steal that! I didn't steal anything. No, this is a mistake!" the very words Lydia yelled out after the police officer found Patek Philippe's Grand Complications wristwatch in her winter coat pocket echoed in her head as the police drove to the station.Lydia had no clue how the wristwatch got into her pocket, and when the police stopped her to search based on tips from people across the road, she gave the go-ahead. She couldn't believe her eyes when the officer pulled the expensive wristwatch out of her pocket, and the police didn't listen to her words after that.The officers brought Lydia into the station, and she told them she needed to make a phone call. It was her right to make at least one phone call to the
Lydia blinked a few times before she grinned and lost it. She didn't think she had the strength to laugh, but that was what she did. She chuckled and clenched down on her stomach, shaking her head.Just when she thought yesterday was the end to all her insanities, today presented itself with this stranger proposing marriage to her. It had to be a joke, she believed.His brows pulled together into a frown. "What is so funny, Miss Mars?"She held her hand out and shook her head, brushing the few tears that rolled down her face with the back of her hand and looked at him.He wasn't laughing, and this made her laughter die down. He was serious—or was waiting for the perfect moment to pull the gotcha card."I am sorry," she said, clearing her throat. "I thought you said you wanted to marry me. That is funny; you've got to see that, right?" She finished, still fighting a chuckle that now caused her head to ache.He didn't seem to have seen anything funny in that. "I am not here to joke with
Lydia lay on the long bench in the cell with her face towards the ceiling as she reflected on her conversation with Mister Jayden White.Marriage for her freedom wasn't marriage, and it wasn't an option. She had always believed love should be the only reason anyone should marry, and that hadn't changed yet.She snapped out of her thoughts when the cell bars unlocked and opened. Her eyes darted to the bars, and she saw the officer standing before two women about to enter the cell. The black-haired woman to his left wore a black crazy jean, and her hair looked too messy for the morning. She stood almost the same height and size as Officer Jackson and looked terrifying. Her mascara looked messy and scary, and the way she stared at Lydia made her tremble inside in fear. The brunette woman on his right looked more decent in her sundress and black hose. She, however, had a creepy smile on her face, and the mischievousness of it also ticked Lydia off in the wrong way.Officer Jackson stepped