He had not expected to want her this much. To feel the blood pounding in his veins as he stood in front of her in the sitting room. She was wearing another one of his shirts, and from the look of things, nothing beneath. He watched a blush rise up her high cheeks.'Karis! -- I didn't know -- welcome, how was your trip?'Karis stepped closer and tried not to feel victorious when she stepped back. He affected her -- but then, that was not new. He wanted to know if she was more attracted to his money, or whatever information it was she had been sent to steal from him, than she was attracted to him. He stepped even closer, and brushed the back of his hand down her face, across her lips, making her shiver.'Have you missed me? Or has my absence given you more opportunity to steal from me.''Steal from you?' Her head that had been slightly bowed snapped up, so that Weruche found herself staring into the same expressive eyes that always held her spell bound. Beyond the mockery in them, the p
Ecantas boutique was a name Weruche had only heard before in the few commercials she had ever watched, and she tried to hide her awe at it's magnificence -- and the price tags of the clothes Marie insisted she try on. She tried not to feel guilty about the several bags that was packed full of very expensive clothes. Marie had hushed her protests by calling it company property. According to her, Weruche was being paid to look good.The clothes were loaded in the trunk, and Marie began asking her about her identity information, the nickname she preferred, and if she had any previous presentable photo. She's shook her head, and Marie rolled her eyes. She was setting up Weruche's social media account, she explained.They drew up in front of Karis's house, and Marie informed her that she had scheduled a photo shoot for her the next day. She nodded and was about to run up the few steps that led to the door.'Weruche!' Marie called out.She turned.'Don't get too comfortable here -- Karis's
Weruche wondered over to Karis living room. It was lighted only by the fading rays of the sun.The front view of the house overlooked the setting sun, and it was visible from the glass wall of the living room. Weruche found she could not still herself enough to enjoy the beauty. She had never been able to understand guilt, in the past, she had not needed to because she had rarely felt it, but now it was a bitter taste at the back of her throat. Karis Ilobi did not deserve her betrayal.She swiped angrily at a few tears that spilled over, she could not understnd the girl she was -- the woman she was becoming. It was true that she needed to find a way to protect herself, but did she have to betray Karis in the process? She had once made a decision to visit her brother in jail, but somehow, she could not still bring herself to go -- or perhaps, it was her mother she needed to see. Her mother had been cremated on Emeka's orders, and her ashes were probably stored somewhere in the hous
Weruche appeared unaffected as her few possessions were packed and put into the trunk of rented car. Karis had not even bothered to send her one of his expensive cars like before, it was Marie that rented a car for her.Within her, she was distraught, but outwardly, she smiled and offered Mrs. Fisher a hug that had not at all been forced, she would miss the woman.The apartment given to her was a one bedroom apartment in a high rise building. She had left Karis's house preparing to hate him, but she was surprised to discover that her apartment was even more expensive than his own.She thanked the driver who had helped her carry up her bags, and sank her key into the key hole. Unwittingly, one of her mother's favorite sayings came to her mind 'today is the first day of the rest of your life.' She wanted it to be so, she really wanted a fresh start -- but she knew it was not going to be so, she did not deserve a new beginning. She could have no first days with her father -- or rather, h
The little man had said her father wanted her dead for ten thousand dollars. She had been given an eight thousand -dollar sign up fee by the House of Percove but even if it had been up to ten thousand, even if she had been willing to give out all the money she had earned, as a ransom for her own life, the little man had said there were others who wanted her dead, others who could pay even more than Emeka to see her head on a platter -- and in any way, she did not know how she was going to ransome herself from her stepfather's bounty. She could not just tell everyone that they could come pick up for ten thousand dollars if they agreed to disregard her stepfather's bounty, that way she would have to pay off over a million people and even millions more. It was far easier for her father to put a bounty on her head than it was for her to ransome herself. Then I thought struck her . . . .It was easier to declare a bounty than a ransom. Perhaps the best ransome for herself would be to put
The house of Percove was having a dinner later that day to launch the industry. Weruche stood in front of the mirror wondering what to wear. All her life, she had not dared to wear makeup, and when her classmates in grade school had started getting over aware of themselves, worrying about being late bloomers and covering their face with makeup, Weruche has prided herself in her ability to remain natural. Somehow, she knew that was what Emeka expected of her.She did not feel so proud now as she stood in front of her full-length mirror unsure of what to do even with her hair. There was a slight knock on the door and the person who had knocked threw it open without waiting for her to answer. Weruche found herself staring at a tall blue-eyed blonde.The girl give her a quick once-over 'Ok, I agree. You're beautiful.''Sorry?'She waved her hand dismissively. 'Don't apologize. The worst way to start off a career in fashion is with an apology.'Weruche blinked. 'Yes I know, but I was not
Karis did not feel the same way about her! Weruche caught herself watching him several times, waiting for him to turn and smile at her, wink, compliments her, or just simply acknowledge that she was present. She was desperate for any attention from him but she got none, instead she watched in awe and bitterness as he flirted with every single female in the room -- all except her.He was extremely charming today and Weruche the struggled not to blush as she thought of how good he looked in a three-piece black suit. She had forgotten how charming he could be when he wanted to, how charming he had been when she first met him, how generous. She could still remember the look in his eyes when she had looked into it and saw that he knew she was going to steal his watch.Those eyes refused to look her way now, as he focused his generousity and courtesy on every other woman in the room.Did he find her so disgusting, so revolting that he could not even look her way with one of his char
Weruche was scared, filled with emotions she couldn't name, her body reacting in ways she couldn't understand. Why did only the mention of the name KarIs send her heart racing and start a fire in the pit of her stomach, stirring feelings she had never felt before. Her brother had called her a whore when she had looked twice at another teenager when she herself had been a teenager. She had felt angry then and rightfully so, it had given her the self determination to beat her brother's white room torture. Now she wasn't so sure, was this what it meant to be a woman of low morals - to want the body of a man on top of her's, doing things to her that no one had done before, a man who dispised her. In her minds eye, she saw him. The way he had been at the party the focus in his gaze, the rhythm in his moves. He had obviously not needed to stay focused in order to be the center of attraction in the room, even a dummy could tell he was the most charming -- yet when he focused his attent
Weruche woke the next morning feeling a kind of contented happiness. For a while, she was confused as her brain tried to process what she felt then it all came back, the events of the previous day. She stretched and got to her feet as the beautiful sun streamed in from her window bringing with it the pleasant smell of -- she turned to look at the bedside and saw a bunch of roses and her lips curved up in pleasure. How on earth had he been able to manage that while she was asleep?She picked up the roses and buried her nose in them inhaling the sweet fresh scent. What was it girls did when they got flowers.... They put them in a vase. She looked around and found out she did not have one, then she saw the card. 'love Karis.' It read simply and just like that, she felt a shiver of excitement go through her. If only he would say those words while looking into her eyes. She got up and padded on barefoot to the sitting room, she needed to find something to use as a vase. As she got
Follow his heart, she had said. Karis knew where his heart was. He needed to get Weruche back but first, he had to speak with his father. ''St. James does not know who your father is, you don't have to worry about that.'' His father said, fingering a sculpture on his desk. He was sitting too still -- even for Senator Ilobi and his hand on the sculpture was one of many nervous gestures Karis had seen him make since the conversation started and Karis couldn't help wondering what was up. ''So you're saying that he was bluffing all along.'' He had the distinct feeling that his father was on the fence and could either decide to tell him everything or withhold some information. He could only sit still and hope. ''I'm saying--'' The sculpture slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. They both sat for an awkward moment starring at each other before his father picked it up and returned it to it's original place. ''I'm saying that you are my son.'' Karis nodded. ''He wanted to tell h
Karis paced his office, there was so much he needed to do. He had put a pause on his activities at Percove to come home and help out when his family needed him most.The owner of the Atmospheric had given him a week to make up his mind and two days to the expiration of the time, he still had'nt come up with a plan. He should never have stayed that long in Dubai, he hadn't planned to stay that long but then... He picked up his phone and called his father, the old man didn't say a word when he said he was coming over and he imagined St. James calling his father to tell him of the latter's visit to the Atmospheric and probably to drop a warning or two, Karis didn't put that past St. James. He was going to have to do something about the editor of the Daily. If news that he could get double crossed spread, he was in for it as a businessman in New York but before he took care of the editor, he was going to need to take care of the root cause of the problem -- the owner of the Atmospher
Karis was waiting for her on the front porch when she got back and her heart skipped a beat when he got up as the Rolls pulled into the drive way. She stepped out of the car into his waiting arms. ''Have you missed me?'' He asked. ''Just as I have missed you.'' And just like that, all Weruche's anger and feelings of neglect were gone. He pulled away from the embrace to search her eyes with his midnight blue ones. ''I am supposed to ask how you day went.'' He said huskily. ''My day was... I went to see the Burj khalifa, very wonderful view of --'' ''But all I can think of is doing this.'' He stole her breath away in the longest, sweetest kiss she had ever had. Considering the fact that before now, she had only been kissed twice in her life she didn't have a lot of experience for comparison but -- he deepened the kiss and she lost all sense of reasoning, she couldn't think let alone compare. Suddenly, they couldn't make it fast enough to the bedroom, his expert fingers searched a bod
Weruche sat on the bed in the room Tessa let her stay in and tried to gather the courage to call Karis secretary, a Miss April Vonn. It was one thing to call Karis, even though he hadn't given her his number, using a restricted line to call her, but it was another thing to call his secretary acting like a female scorned who did not want to let go. She dialed the number and the woman answered immediately, all cool and efficient. ''April Vonn on the line, who I'm I Speaking with?'' Weruche suddenly lost her courage. ''I.. it's ...Ms. Vonn, I know this is a bit unusual but I need your help.'' There was a pause on the other side then -- ''You're still going to have to tell me who you are.'' ''I ... my name is Weruche, and I met Karis when I was --'' The woman blew out a breath. ''Karis! See, let me give you an advice, woman to woman. He's probably forgotten you as you should him. Allow whatever was between you to end on a happy note, don't drag it till it turns sour -- but off
It had become a routine for Weruche to wait till her father left, and then sneak off to the arena. She should have gone back to California by now, she knew. But somehow, she could not shake off the feeling that going would mean that she was running, and as wonderful as it sounded for her to run away from all her pain at the moment, she knew that if she did run, she may never be able to upturn the bounty her brother had set on her head.So far, he had not hit her again, and she was beginning to suspect he knew that she was sneaking off anytime he was not around, but if he knew something, he was saying nothing. Trying to be hopeful, she hurried off to the arena.The man in the ring who seemed to be dominating the fight was leaner than Peter, Weruche noticed as she got closer, his hair was black, shorter and he seemed to be putting in a lot of effort, more effort than Karis usually put into a fight but it seemed to be paying off. It seemed the other three people in the ring were battling
Karis woke up the next morning with a slight headache and an anger he could not place. He shook his head in a bid to clear the fog but that only made the pounding worse. He got up, threw on a track suit and a pair of trainers and decided to go jogging. Bathed, dressed and feeling a lot better, he arrived at the office by ten am, when all hell broke loose. April his secretary rushed into the office, her heels clicking against the tiles and she had lost some of the grace she always infused into her step, she seemed very upset. "Good morning Karis, I --" "Good morning to you too April, calm down a bit and take a breath." She obeyed, breathing in slowly and then out. "Okay, first of all, I removed the morning papers from your desk, I thought you'll need a heads up before you see them and also I --" Karis stretched out his hand, palm up. "Bring in all the papers April, then you can continue talking." "Listen to me first Karis, I --" He raised a brow. "Now April." April threw up
Still with his mouth on her's, Karis lowered her gently to the floor, breaking the kiss only to trail fiery kisses down her neck as she trashed about wildly driving both of them crazy then he was undoing the buttons of her oversized fighting shirt. It took him time to realize she was saying no, very softly but repeatedly as her body belied her words yet -- he could never, had never ignored a woman's wishes. Trying to get a grip on himself and control his emotion, he pushed himself up from her yet she continued trashing about in the throes of passion, muttering the words that had stopped him in the first place -- no, over and over again till he wondered if she had been speaking to herself and not to him all along. He grabbed both of her hands and shook her firmly. "Stop it Uche -- Weruche!" She freed her hands from his as she finally sat up, with her expression half hidden from him by her hair, her lips swollen from his kisses, she regarded him out of the corner of her eyes with a ne
Still with his mouth on her's, Karis lowered her gently to the floor, breaking the kiss only to trail fiery kisses down her neck as she trashed about wildly driving both of them crazy then he was undoing the buttons of her oversized fighting shirt. It took him time to realize she was saying no, very softly but repeatedly as her body belied her words yet -- he could never, had never ignored a woman's wishes. Trying to get a grip on himself and control his emotion, he pushed himself up from her yet she continued trashing about in the throes of passion, muttering the words that had stopped him in the first place -- no, over and over again till he wondered if she had been speaking to herself and not to him all along. He grabbed both of her hands and shook her firmly. "Stop it Uche -- Weruche!" She freed her hands from his as she finally sat up, with her expression half hidden from him by her hair, her lips swollen from his kisses, she regarded him out of the corner of her eyes with a ne