CHAPTER 1: A Damsel In Distress
Louisa Emerson makes silent elegant steps into the grandly decorated banquet hall, her heart racing rapidly, anxiously considering different approaches to execute her mission tonight. Normally, she does not attend these hypocritical formal gatherings, where people just sit idly around, sip expensive champagnes, and gossip. However, tonight is an exception. She has an agenda. Waking through the great hall, she is greeted by the stares of many admiring men, wondering about her presence. After all, she is known in the business world to avoid banquets. Louisa joins a group of men for a chit-chat. Most of the ladies do not like her anyways, they believe her to be a whoring bitch catapulting into the business world and making waves with nothing but her beautiful face and sexy figure. “Louisa! What a pleasant surprise to have you here.” Matthew, an acquaintance, greets, offering a polite hug. “Hi Matthew, good to see you. Hi everyone ……” Louisa replies, returning the hug. She looks around, and her eyes meet CEO Alan Craig, the host. She looks away and heaves a heavy sigh, wondering if this is the right time to approach him before Cordelia, his flirtatious secretary comes into the picture. “Thank you” she smiles, accepting the glass of champagne offered by Matthew. Looking toward CEO Alan's direction once more, she decides to take the bull by the horns. “Excuse me guys.” she nods and makes her way towards Alan. “It's been a while Mr. Alan, I'll make a toast,” she says, clinking her glass against Alan's. “You look breathtaking Louisa,” Alan sucks in his lower lip seductively before continuing. “red suits you best as expected.” Louisa ignores him, downing her wine and emptying the glass at a swift go. Alan takes a seat in one of the comfy chairs around him and observes her, his eyes ogling and roaming over her body. Louisa, getting uncomfortable with the stare, makes to leave, but Alan takes a hold of her hand. “What's the hurry?” He asks, his eyes not leaving her face, even for a second. Bending slightly to lean in closer to him, for a whisper, Louisa asks right back, “Mr Alan, isn't that enough?” “You embarrassed me five years ago by quitting my company after calling my bluff. Do you think a few wine sips of wine can write that off?” Louisa scoffs and leans in again, whispering.“Mr. Alan, do not go out of line.”
“Don't forget that you're now begging of me, Louisa,” Alan replies, leaning back in his chair, his eyes glued to her. Louisa squints her eyes in contemplation for a few seconds and suddenly makes a dramatic turn around, her long golden brown hair flipping around with her. With her back to one side, she sits on his lap and placed her hand on his shoulder, to the shock of everyone at the event including Marie, Alan's wife who is discussing with a few friends some distance away. Gossips can be heard from different quarters among the crowd, “how shameless can Louisa get?” “she dares seduce a married man with his wife present at a formal gathering?” “this is why she is a single mother raising a child with cardiomyopathy all alone..........” Louisa looks at Alan squarely, “are you satisfied now?” Alan smiles, reaching for her waist,to draw her closer but is interrupted by his wife, Marie, who angrily splashes her wine at Louisa from behind. She stands up immediately but Marie meets her with a resounding slap. “Are you nuts? How dare you disrespect my husband and I by fooling around here?” Frowning and touching the assaulted part of her face, Louisa turns to leave but Marie pulls her back, ready to launch another attack. The event guest of honour, Kingsley Wills had arrived earlier, but didn't get noticed as everyone is engrossed with the event of the hour. He had been watching the scene for a while and decided to intervene. He approached Marie and held her hand from behind just as she raised it again to strike Louisa. “Don't you think that is enough, Mrs Craig?” Everyone turns to face Kingsley, wondering when he arrived the gathering. Louisa eyes widens in shock, seeing the man she had been missing and yearning for these past five years. The events of five years ago came pouring in and she blinked severally to stop the tears that were threatening to overwhelm her. “Kingsley,” she muttered. “Mr Kingsley Wills, you're finally here”. Alan spoke, standing and straightening up, trying to diffuse the situation. “A formal party organized by Modu Tech is reduced to nothing but chaos. Who would have thought a top tier business man like yourself would be so irresponsible?” Kingsley spoke with an air of authority, arrogance evident in his voice. Alan smiles, trying to hide his embarrassment. “unforeseen incidents happen all the time, doesn't it?” He makes to lead Kingsley to his seat. “come on, let me lead you…..” “There'll not be a need for that”, Kingsley cuts in. “I'll be on way now.” Alan raises an eyebrow “but you just got here”. “I do not have a tolerance for toxic environment, my secretary will communicate the details of our next meeting to you.” Kingsley looks at Louisa, his gaze indifferent. ”Come with me.” He commands, taking her hand. They both walk out of the hall. Outside, Kingsley let go of her hand immediately he realized they were alone and looks away from her. “Kingsley, it's really you. I didn't know you were back in New York”. Louisa spoke tenderly, still unable to believe that the man standing before her is Kingsley Wills, the man that stole her heart effortlessly five years ago. “I didn't come back for you, so save your breath and live a proper life for once. It's time you stopped ogling other women's men and become an upright woman” Kingsley spoke with spite, eyeing Louisa like he would a dirty rag lying aimlessly his way. Hurt and speechless, Louisa opens her mouth to talk but no sound came out. She blinks severally, trying to regain her composure. “Kingsley, I am sorry about……” “Like I said, save your breath “. Kingsley replies firmly and walks away without as much as a single glance at Louisa. “How can you hate me so much, even after five years and without hearing my side of the story?” Louisa muttered, looking at Kingsley's reclining figure in sadness. She heaved a heavy sigh, her right hand massaging her forehead in frustration. At length, she removes her cell phone from her p urse and makes a call. “I did as you asked, it's your turn to return the favour”.CHAPTER 2: Solicitude “Do not worry, my father will be touching ground tomorrow. I'll arrange a meeting with him as soon as he gets here”. Alan responds on the other side, speaking cautiously so as not to attract the attention of other people especially Cordelia, his secretary who is always glued to his side like a shadow.“How did you know Kingsley Wills? What is your relationship with him?” Alan probes. It is surprising that Louisa, who is just being recognized in the business world, would be familiar with the billionaire CEO of Palmer Tech. “Not your business” Louisa cuts in and immediately drops the call. She walks to her car, her mind filled with the incident earlier. She had agreed to seduce Alan publicly because she desperately needed his help to get to his father, the renowned Dr Craig. With Dr Craig performing the cardiomyopathy transplant on Liam, his chances of surviving would be raised to 35%. It is a great deal compared to if other surgeons were to perform the surgery.
CHAPTER 3: Mist (i)Louisa blinks, wondering what is going on. “Is everything alright Fred? Are you fine?”Deciding that now is not a good time to discuss his romantic feelings with her, Fred replies “yes, everything is fine, I am just worried about you. You should take good care of yourself more instead of putting other people first.”Louisa scoffs and rolls her eyes “come on, my son is not other people.”“I know, I understand but you need to learn to live more. You should enjoy life in your prime, you know?”“Okay Fred, I will. It's time to go home.” She said, opening the door and shoving him gently inside his car. ““Goodnight Louisa.”Louisa waves, walking back to the hospital building briskly.Getting back to Liam's room, she enters the bathroom and gazes at the image of herself in the mirror. “I look like hell.” She muttered, running cold water over her face and bare arms in order to refresh herself. **************************At the Mark Hotel penthouse suite, time
CHAPTER 4: Mist (ii)Louisa blinks, unable to believe her ears. “You mean the same Wills Corporation in Australia?”“Yes Louisa. Chief Wills retired last month and his son has since assumed the position as the new CEO. He is here now for a Merger & Acquisition.” Mr Ashby explains patiently, before adding, “I heard you too met last night and you seemed to know each other.” Mr Ashby concludes, a hint of mischief evidenct in his tone.Louisa shifts in her seat, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. “I don't, not really.” She lies, unwilling to take the conversation further.“Alright ladies, please get to work. Louisa, do not forget that you absolutely need to convince CEO Wills, okay? We need his cooperation and investment the most.” Mr Ashby replies, taking the hint but reiterating the need to get Kingsley Wills at all costs.“I'll try my best.” Louisa muttered, looking down at her toes, unable to meet Mr Ashby's gaze.“Get all the relevant documents from the appropriate
Chapter 5: The Power Tripping CEO (I)“The project manager is Miss Emerson sir,” Hardy reaffirms, surprised by his boss’s sudden outburst and quickly cleans the mess on the table. “She is the manager of R&D team 1.”Massaging his forehead with his finger tips, Kingsley let out a heavy sigh. Why does the beautiful, she devil keep crossing paths with him? “Wait!” he thought, “what if this is deliberate?” Knowing that woman, he wouldn't be surprised if she has deliberately planted herself in the project, knowing full well that he is the major investor. What if this is another scheme to plant herself in his life like a leech?” After all, she is the queen of deceit, judging by how she successfully deceived him five years ago.No, he can't let this happen. No, he won't. There is no way in hell he is going to watch her make a fool of him the second time. Once is enough. How dare she?“Listen to me Hardy.” Kingsley clears his throat and begins, taking a firm, serious tone. “I want you to cal
At the Mark Hotel penthouse suite, Kingsley reclines on the huge comfy sofa. He had just finished some paperwork and took a cold shower.He decides to rest for a few hours before proceeding with the monthly sales report of the company he had just acquired.Moreover, his heart had been palpitating for a while. He knew he needed a rest, having been working relentlessly since he arrived in New York. It seems strange though, he had been fine ever since he had his cardiomyopathy transplant five years ago. So, why is his heart acting up?But then again, he has not been consistent with his health check up for about a year now. Speaking of which, he has to get one, and as soon as possible too. He picks up his phone and dials Hardy, “I need you to book me an appointment with professor Wesley at Kings County Hospital Centre. I'd like to have a full body check up.”“Alright sir, I'll do that immediately.” Hardy replies from the other end of the phone.“And have you heard from Mr Ashby of Palme
“I apologize sir, but i am simply conveying my boss's position and it would be expected that a CEO of your caliber should know to be cordial and professional at all times.” Louisa states slowly and firmly, clasping her hands tightly around her handbag in front of her. Her face is devoid of any emotion and she appears unflinshed about Kingsley's outburst.This infuriates Kingsley the more. He had expected to see her recoil and probably cover her face in embarrassment. But here she is, undaunted and even lecturing him…the audacity.With his penetrating eyes fixed on her, he strolls towards her in slow steps, expecting her to cower and move back but Louisa stands her ground without moving a muscle, hoping desperately that she doesn't look as terrified as she feels.“You dare lecture me in my building? You're a fine one one to talk about manner and professionalism. I hope you're not impersonating someone by being here?”Louisa bit her lower lip nervously. That is one thing she is guilty o
They both made arrangements to see each other the very following day. They were so excited. On the set date, Kingsley arrived at their agreed location looking his best and pacing up and down, anxiously waiting for Martha. They agreed to meet by 2pm but she didn't show up. Kingsley felt she was probably just running late and decided to wait for her.After two hours, he started getting restless. He called her phone numerous times but he couldn't get to her. Still, Kingsley wasn't about to give up. He was prepared to wait for as long as he had to. But after three hours, he started feeling dejected and disappointed. He was about to leave and seek another way to get in touch with her when he saw a beautiful woman coming his way.He stood rooted at a spot as the lovely young woman with long golden brown hair strolled towards him. Kingsley's spirit, which had been dampened by disappointment, lightened up immediately, as he could see the unique handband , just like his own, tightly aroun
Savagely, recklessly, he disposed of her blouse and tore away her bra. And he covered her hot, fevered flesh with his mouth and his hands, cupping her breasts, teasing and leaving her trembling in need. She could feel him everywhere, and the pleasure was exquisite. His fingers and his lips stroked and caressed her, they licked her, they flickered sparks over her shoulders, along the column over her throat, across the top of her breasts. She was restless, impatient, anxious and melting inside but Kingsley set the rhythm and wouldn't give in….not so fast.Finally, at the exact moment she thought she would shatter to pieces, his hands braced her hips and with one thrust, he slipped inside. Sleek, golden, liquid, he felt impossibly devastatingly good.She met each stroke, wanting more of him, taking all he had to give. Swifter, farther, higher, deeper.And together, they found their bliss. They touched the sky. ******************************That marked the beginni
John becomes more and more uneasy as he goes back and forth in his living room. His phone's call log, which shows innumerable outgoing calls and unanswered texts to Evelyn over the previous few days, reveals his growing despair. She doesn't reply to any of his messages, which is a startling concern given her custom of responding promptly. He had visited her home twice and knocked repeatedly, but each time there had been no answer. The fact that a neighbor had casually said that he had seen her leave early in the morning did little to calm him. Seeing no other recourse, he decides to go see her at her office. He needs answers, but it seemed invasive. After a few hours, John arrives at Palmer Tech building, bubbling with a hive of activity, with staff and guests mingling in its modern lobby area. John tries to hide his anxiety as he walks up to the receptionist. He declares, "I'm here to see Evelyn Mayers." The receptionist gives him a quick look. “Do you have an ap
Except for the little hum of activity coming from down the hall, Liam's waiting room is silent. With his arms crossed over his chest, he paces close to the window. Evelyn taps lightly on the armrest while sitting with her legs crossed. Fred leans against the wall, looking at the door and then at his phone. As they all wait for Louisa, tension pervades the air. A sense of relief fills the room as Louisa eventually enters, appearing worn out but neat. She brushes a hand through her hair and greets, "Morning," with a slight smile. "Mom!" Liam rushes over to her, his anxiety obvious. "What happened? Are you alright? We've been quite anxious.” "I’m fine, Liam," Louisa reassures him while putting a hand on his shoulder. She looks up at Evelyn and Fred saying, "I apologize for worrying you all. I was so worn out after leaving the hospital yesterday that I just dozed off and didn't wake up until this morning. I swear, nothing is wrong.” Evelyn looks at her for a ti
As Louisa enters her front door, the home feels colder than usual. The slight click of her heels on the wood floor is muffled by the weight of the pain in her chest. She throws her clutch on the couch and sinks down next to it, holding her face in her shaking hands. Sharp and unrelenting, Kingsley's words replays in her head. "You were nothing short of garbage!" "Queen of Deceit." Every word cut through her poise, exposing her vulnerability and rawness. Even though she had expected him to be hostile, the poison in his charges nonetheless, managed to pierce her more deeply than she had thought. She struggles to hold back her emotions, but before she could stop them, the dam bursts. She let out a sob, then another, and before she knows it, the stress of years was leaking out of her in fits of tears. Her thoughts strays to that fateful day that everything changed, the day Martha died, five years ago. She wishes Martha is here today, by her side to comfort her, tell her
Kingsley leans forward, his fingers drumming on the glass table before him, his eyes flickering with something incomprehensible. "Miss Emerson?” He repeats, more of a statement than a question, “send her in." He drops the call, a hint of relief evident on his face. It is true he has been feeling jittery since his visit to the hospital. He knows for a fact that she is hard hearted and stubborn. So, he wasn't sure she would be shaken by his threat and come find him, just because he said so. But the major cause of his anxiety is that he doesn't want to fight her. He had been hoping like hell that he wouldn't have to. Despite her faults, he knows she must have been through a lot, caring for a child who was born sick, alone. Hardy, still standing and awaiting his order raises his eyebrows, just enough to be noticeable but remains silent. He leaves swiftly at the gesture of Kingsley, giving him time to gather himself. Moments later, Louisa Emerson enters the office, her movemen
Cordelia's mouth clenches when she takes a look at the charge card Lyon slid over the table. She knows his fee is going to be high but her jaw drops at the ridiculous numbers written on it. She draws a tiny line with her lips and throws it back across the table.Her voice is low but piercing as she hisses, "This is crazy, Ryder. I refuse to pay that. And for your other request,—" she says in a tone subtly laced with contempt, "—you can forget it."Lyon laughs quietly and reclines in his chair, seemingly taking pleasure in her annoyance. "You should understand that negotiating is an art, Cordelia. Additionally, I believe we both understand that you are not here to go empty-handed.”Cordelia glares at him while folding her arms. "Avoid putting me to the test, Ryder. Over a dozen other investigators are present in this city.But none is like me,” Lyon responds with a smooth grin that never wavers. "I possess the contacts, expertise, and dirt you require.You're here because I delive
Cordelia types away on her office system, her mind focused on the memo she is preparing, which would be needed the following day for a presentation.Given the importance of that presentation, CEO Alan had explicitly stated that she should get it done herself, rather than passing it on to junior secretaries.Alan had effortlessly switched to professional mode the following week he insulted and humiliated her. It is very characteristic of him to switch like that, like the ashole that he is, until the next time his sexual urge beckons on him for a prey.Then, he'd remember he has a little sex toy nearby who can give him the ride of his life and massage his damned dick.Her phone chimes on the table, indicating an incoming text.Irritated with the interruption, she hisses, but her face brightens up when she glances at the screen and she sees that it is a message from Ryder Lyon.“Cafe Blaire, 3pm. Come with your charm.”She mentally rolls her eyes while putting the phone away.Thankfully
Evelyn takes out her phone to dial John’s line but an incoming call buzzes through. Glancing at the screen, she realizes it is Louisa. Answering the call, she says, “Hey girl, xup? How's Liam holding up?” “Eve, there's trouble. Can you come here now?” comes Louisa's low response. Evelyn comes to with a start, “is Liam alright? What happened?” “It's not Liam, it's Kingsley. Can you come over?” Louisa continues speaking in a low, unsteady voice. “Am on my way,” Evelyn replies at once, dropping the call and hurrying into her car. Her fingers tightens around the steering wheel as she speeds toward the hospital, her mind racing with different thoughts. And here, she thought she was the only one having a bad day. Why has the day been so hectic? Louisa sounded so afraid on the phone. Her voice had been so shaky, nearly breaking under the weight of her fear. "Kingsley," she says the name quietly to herself and she feels a surge of frustration go through her. She doesn't know
“Let's settle this now Louisa,” Kingsley starts, his voice bitter and colder than she'd ever heard it. He hesitates, just outside the threshold of the hallway, facing her squarely. His intent gaze seems to bore into her soul and Louisa wonders what the hell is going on. “I'll ask you again, who is your son's father?” Louisa's palms become clammy and her breath hitch as she realizes that Kingsley still has doubts about her son's paternity. She knew the moment he found out that Liam is her son that things would become hectic, because, for a fact, the odds are actually high. Knowing he is four years old and also has his generic disease is too big for a coincidence. But she didn't expect him to be so invested in the matter despite her refusal to open up. What exactly is it with this man? Does he want to see her shriveled up and dead from anxiety? She blinks and opens her mouth to speak but no sound comes out. Her mind races for something, anything, that would suffice as an a
The germless, clean fragrance of the hospital room remains in the air as Louisa drapes a thick duvet around Liam, who sits propped up in his bed. He has just been moved from the ICU to his private room, for further monitoring before being discharged finally. His cheeky grin belays the ordeal he's been through. Louisa can't help but return his smile although her tired eyes betray the exhaustion of sleepless nights. Her son is finally awake, stable and being his usual mischievous self again. It is a relief she isn't sure she deserves but she clings to it regardless. “You're doing too much again, mommy,” Liam swoons, his eyes twinkling. “I'm not a baby doll.” Louisa gives a low chuckle, genuinely amused by her son's folly. She brushes a strand of hair off his face. “ironic, coming from a four year old,” She teases him. “Come on, I'm just trying to make sure you're comfortable. Let me mother you a bit before resuming office.” “Don't jest mom,” Liam says, reaching for his favo