This man must certainly be an angel! I've been taught that only God is without flaws; therefore, I want to have an insight into his flaws because how can one be this good, loving, gentle, and kind-hearted? Is it crazy that I want to catch a glimpse of his demons?"Thanks; that meant so much to me. You never talk about Ray's mom, and the day you brought it up, you were wearing so much anger on your face.""You have to promise never to mention this to anyone.""I promise." I watch him struggle to get the words out of his mouth, like it's an abomination to speak of them. We all look tough on the outside, but we have things going on within us that bring out that frail part of us."Your mom knows, though. Her name is Vanessa. When I was young, wild, and reckless, I had a fling with her. She was a supermodel who got pregnant and wasn't ready to keep the child. Fortunately, my dad overheard our conversation and was furious because he didn't like the idea of sex before marriage, and it was s
My heart dances with joy every time I think of Jordan and how incredibly well he has been treating me. It is as though I have stumbled upon a love like no other, and each day brings new reasons to fall deeper for him.From the moment we met, he has shown me what it means to be cherished and respected. His actions speak volumes, far louder than any words ever could. It was in the little things—the way he holds the door open for me, the thoughtful messages he sends me just to brighten my day, and the way he looks at me as if I were the most important person in the world.He doesn’t mind our relationship being public, but I’m a tad bit sceptical of what people will say about a billionaire dating his daughter’s nanny. I also want to officially end things with Bryan before anything else.His depth of love and understanding leaves me awestruck. He listens to my dreams and encourages me to pursue them with unwavering support, even going as far as getting me into a fashion school.He makes me
It feels good to be able to officially call Patricia my woman. Let me not begin to brag about how I asked her to be my woman. I took her out on a date to a five-star restaurant, which I booked just for both of us.“What is that boyfriend of mine thinking about?”“How lucky I am to have you in my life.”“I must be very special then.”“You are. Süsser, have you finally given it a thought?”“Given what a thought?” I ask, feigning ignorance.“You know exactly what I am talking about, babe.”“Jai, don't get me wrong, I want to be seen outside with you, but don't you think a ball where different dignitaries are is too immense for our first appearance as a couple?”“Hence the more reason I want to show you off at such a big event. We've been dating for two weeks now, and having to travel to Shanghai back and forth is never going to give me time to take part in other future events. You know how I had to squeeze out time to attend this ball, and that's because I'm one of the sponsors.”“We are
The sun rises as the day for the ball has finally come upon us. I had to get an outfit at the last minute, along with a fascinator. My hair is being styled at the moment, while the makeup artist is on standby waiting for the hairstylist to be done. I had my manicure and pedicure done yesterday after I was done with chores. The makeup artist applies my makeup, choosing faint, smoky eyes and a bold red lip to complement the classic look I'm going for. My fingers are adorned with a few pieces of knuckle rings and my neck with pearls, making sure every detail is perfect.Once they are both through, my heart races with anticipation as I walk to my bedroom mirror, my reflection staring right back at me like a vision of timeless elegance. The evening Jordan has been eagerly awaiting—the grand ball where he wants to showcase me to the world. I admire myself in the mirror; my reflection is a testament to my careful preparation, regardless of whether it was a last-minute preparation.The gown
"Brittney, thank God you are here. I almost thought I wouldn't survive tonight, but your presence assures me.”“I'm glad you are here too. Every time I see you, you never seem to be out of style. You look so lovely, and the outfit is great. I love how you added the fascinator; it gives a bit of mystery woman. I can only imagine the headlines on so many blogs tomorrow. “Who's the mystery woman behind the veil?" she says as she bursts out laughing and immediately lowers her laughter as a few heads turn towards us.“Thank you very much. Although I used it as a gimmick to hide,"“I see. Anyway, I want one of those. Preferably black too. Why are you hiding, if I may ask, any skeletons in your cupboard? Because, girl, you have a big thing coming. Trust this jobless set of people to dig it out.”“Can you see the swam of paparazzi buzzing all over Jordan and me? To me, that's more than a thousand reasons to flee into hiding.”“You’ll get used to it eventually. Where is he, though?”“Somewhere
“Ray, you are going to be late for school if you don’t hurry up.” I say, picking up her school's Dr. Martens low-cut boot."I can’t wait for the weekend again so we can go out this time,” Ray says, and I nod, agreeing."Don't worry, it will be the weekend soon." I reassure“Alright, anyway, I’m excited to go to class today.”“Anything special happening?”“No, just that we get to share stories of what we were up to during the weekend.""Alright, that sounds fun. Let’s get you downstairs for breakfast."We go downstairs, and Ray makes herself a bowl of cereal. As soon as she’s done eating, she packs up her plate and drops it in the dishwasher."Is the young lady ready for school?” Mr. Daniel, the driver, asks, walking into the kitchen."Yes, I am." Ray answers“Alright, have a great day at school." I kiss her goodbye before she leaves.“So you’re just going to leave without giving me my kiss?” Jordan asks, appearing in the kitchen, and Ray laughs. She gives him a hug, and he carries her
As the days go by, I pray for courage and resilience to withstand whatever these trolls bring my way."Süsser, is Bryan hitting you up?” Jordan says, handing me my phone.“Let me see." I respond, wondering what he wants from me.“You seem fazed."Why is he sending me tonnes of messages?It must be good to sleep on a water bed and on a pillow made of feathers.Tables turn. The mystery lady is the talk of the city.A well-watered rose blooms, but the one that isn't falls to the ground and withers away. It is soon forgotten as the days go by.I saw that photo of you in the park. It reminds me of when we would play in the park until late in the evening. It was one of your favourite things. Mi amor.What in the world are all these weird text messages?“You haven't answered my question, sweet?” He asks, his tone a bit louder this time."Jordan, give me a break, please. I'm just processing it too. I ended things with him and deleted his number. You saw the messages. Did you see any previous
I can't help but notice Jordan's somewhat tense demeanour as we settle into the living room. The evening progresses with laughter and courteous exchanges, but it seemed like we were all dancing around the biggest problem in the room. Jordan and I pretend to be the ideal hosts, with him cuddling up to me and fixing our guests' needs while keeping our actual emotions under wraps and opting to be friendly in their presence.The Brooks, oblivious to our underlying argument, chat enthusiastically about their recent travels and share stories from their own lives. I nod, smile, and laugh in all the right places, but my mind keeps wandering back to the unresolved issues between me and Jordan.Dinner is a finely prepared meal made by me. The table is set impeccably, with candles casting a warm, flickering glow."Thank you for dinner; it was wonderful,” Jimmy Brooks compliments."Thank you very much." I respond, curtsying."We'll definitely host you the next time,” Samantha Brooks adds.“Thank