Chapter 2

Violet's POV 

Before getting fired from Rogers company, I already had plans to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday after work, but because of the turnout of events, I'm now jobless.

The words Roger said to me were still surreal, but it only confirmed the gossip that the staff had been passing around in the office, how he used his workers and dumped them the way children dump their old toys for better or new toys.

I've never had sex in my life, and I want to give it to my future husband on our wedding night not some pervert Boss because I want to retain my Job, it's like selling my dignity for coins that's impossible and against my upbringing, my mother won't be happy about that if she hears it.

I had spent all last night preparing this cake for my man. His best color is blue, so I used white frosting for coating the cake and blue for the icing with a little touch of red to add spice to the theme.

My bag over my shoulder, the cake in my right hand supported by my left hand, if this cake falls then all my efforts will be a waste. I won't let that happen, I walk carefully on the pedestrian walkway that leads to my man's house.

Having the spare key to his house, an idea came up in my mind to prepare a surprise as I knew he would be at work at this time. My boyfriend, James, is an FBI agent.

I got to his front door sifting my bag with my left hand. My hand touches everything that's not the keys to his room, I keep searching till I find it when my hand finally touches it.

I open the door and enter the house, but I stop in my tracks when I hear funny noises, I hear faint stomps from the bedroom and I'm very certain that's what I hear.

I dropped the cake on the small glass table in his house and hurried to get a weapon cause maybe it might be burglars and they may be armed, so my mind told me to get a knife just in case.

I scurry into the kitchen and the next thing I'm taking mindful steps to the bedroom, once I get to the door I place my hand on it, this time I am closer I can hear low whispers.

One. I tighten my grip. Two. I'm getting ready to open. Three. I open the door and point my knife before me just In case there's a thief but James is standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair looking ruffled. 

My shoulders drop in relief, “Jesus Christ!” I mutter loudly under my breath, throwing my back on the door behind me, and using my free hand to pat my chest.

“Hey baby, why are you holding a knife? Are you okay?” He asked, approaching me from the side of the bed where he was standing, his tone etched with concern.

“I should be asking you, James, who were you talking to? I thought it was a thief!” 

“No, baby it was me, no one is here,” James said, stretching his hands towards me to hug me tightly.

I held my forehead in embarrassment, maybe losing my job affected my senses.

After hugging for a few seconds we pulled away, “Why are you here by this time? Aren't you supposed to be at work? They might fire you ... .Rogers' company is very strict with the workers,” he said, turning, heading further into the room.

“You don't have to worry, I already got fired, you don't need to worry for me,” I divulge, dropping my hands at my sides, the knife still at hand.

“What?” James exclaimed, snapping his head to me as he froze in his tracks, he sounded rather disappointed than shocked, and with the grimace on his face, I could tell.

After graduating from college, it's been hard to get a Job, the first job I got I was fired after reporting my colleague who tried to sexually assault me, Yeah, that Job lasted for only a week, I thank God they fired me though, now it's the owner of the company where I work that is wanting me to be his mistress, I can't do that so I resort to being sacked.

My father wasn't a poor man, I just didn't want to sit at home doing nothing all day.

“Yeah,” I walked closer to him, to inspect something I saw on his neck, “The CEO said he doesn't need workers who can't warm his bed as well,” I explained.

“Oh….” James said, shaking his head momentarily as though he was disgusted by the words I just said, “I see,” he looked down at my hand, “Give me the knife, It doesn't look good on you,” he said, taking the knife from my hands before I could even give it to him.

As he bent down to take it, my gaze swept through his back and I saw the same red marks that my roommate in school used to have when she slept over at her boyfriend's place, she said they are called hickeys.

I instinctively touched the place and James flinched back hissing.

He stood upright, carefully watching my expression and at this point, I was starting to suspect him.

“Did you have sex with someone?” I say the words in my mind.

“No, I can never cheat on you, why would I do that? I told you I'll wait till we get married wasn't that what we agreed?” 

“That doesn't mean you can't sleep with someone else,” I counter.

“Baby,” he called out in his softest tone, “Why would I lie to you?” 

“Why are my instincts screaming that you're lying?” My chest at this point is beginning to heave with fear and uncertainty, I just hoped that I am not right.

“I swear I'm not lying, if it's the marks that make you think I cheated on you I had a little fight with someone yesterday, but don't worry it's nothing, I have it under control,” 

“Of course you do,” I say spontaneously.

The mood in the room shifts after I accuse him of cheating, something just feels off and I'm mad at myself for not being able to figure out what it is. I walk into the bathroom and I'm bewildered by what I see with my eyes.