Karis had not been discreet about his decision to start a fashion house, and that evening, as he walked into his room, his cell phone rang and he was invited by none other than the renowned Madame Rousseau to attend a evénémenet de mode in Paris, only could he fly in tomorrow and register his brand as it was coming as a surprise to the organizers that Monsieur should be interested in fashion. He was already planning immediately the call ended. Of course he was going to go. They had done him a great cutesy by inviting him, even though it was a fashion and cultural fair, only the most prestigious got invited. Karis could hardly tell why he was qualified for the position. In the business world, yes he was a force to be reckoned with, but this was fashion, and he was only just learning. He intended to do just that tomorrow -- learn. He didn't have any particular reason why he didn't tell Weruche that he was flying out to Paris, but he didn't. Showered, dressed and carrying a light bag
It took Weruche a brief walk around the apartment to realize she was totally alone. Not even the nosey house keeper was around. She had no money on her, and not even a cell phone. A thought flashed through her mind, and panicking she rushed down the stairs and to the front door. It was locked.The full realization of her situation dawned on her, she had escaped jail only to enter a gilded cage. Forcing back tears, she tore at the door with her hands, pounded with her fists until they were bleeding and she was breathless, then she sunk to the floor in despair, still she did not cry.Was this a sign that she should not visit her father today, or was this simply Peter, that son of a bastard taking her as his prisoner. Her nerves calmed a little as despair gave way to anger, and finally to rage. Getting up, she ran with determination towards his room, determined to break the door down if she found it locked. It wasn't.Karis's room was a little more scattered than usual and she briefly no
The days that went by were passably tolerable. Mrs. Fisher did not intrude on her privacy again, and Weruche enjoyed the longest time she had ever had for leisure -- then out of the blue, she got a visitor.She had been dancing alone to Johnny Drille's 'count on you' when the doorbell rang, already feeling at home in Karis's house, she opened the door. What she saw in front of her left her speechless and shaking with fright.The little man who stood in front of the door gently pushed it further open, and stepped inside. His eyes scanned the living room quickly, then went over her at a more leisurely pace, takin in her sleep - tousled hair, Karis's shirt that she was wearing, and her very brief shorts. 'Hello Weruche.'It had only been two words, words that could be mistaken as a greeting by any other person, but not Weruche. She read through to the lewd suggestiveness packed in those two words -- and to the threat.She had forgotten his name, but she could well remember him as one of
Karis was not nearly as impressed as he had expected to be at the fashion carnival. It was a little too typical, the runways had bold looking girls displaying equally bold fashion. Colours dazzled him in their share essence, and even the hairstyles seemed to be screaming for attention. He wanted something different, something so subtle, its prominent stole the show very gradually so that it was impossible to tell when it became the volk. He liked pastal colours, colours that could not be created without a blend of two or three secondary colours -- combined with the slight unusual looks of Weruche, he was sure the fashion industry was not prepared for him yet.An expensive feminine scent assaulted him from behind before he felt soft lips pressed against his ear 'You have been discovered Monsieur. You had better do my bidding or I would let out an excited scream and everyone would swarm you, asking for autographs.'He turned around to tell the woman that she was mistaken, he was no cel
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
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