Naomi's POV
I was standing in front of the wardrobe, clothes pooled at my feet in a mess of different colours. For an hour I had been searching for the right outfit to wear for the interview, something that would impress both my husband and the interviewers; a dress that fit my new position as the wife of a billionaire heir.
The makeup artist was already on her way yet I was as undecided as I first was when I opened this massive wardrobe. The problem with having too many outfits was making a choice; gowns of different colours stared back at me, skirts, shirts, blazers, trousers and jackets from well-known de
Steven's POVPunch. Punch. Punch.The punching bag hanged precariously from the chain attached to the ceiling, it would be no surprise if it fell off from the impact of my punches. The black tank top I was wearing was drenched in sweat that dripped to form a small pool at my feet; my forehead glistened, my hands ached but I was still upset.Marenda and I vacation had been disturbed by my father's call, it was for an interview with my supposed wife, one that was also good for the image of the company.My fist flew to the punching bag when I remembered the reason my father gave me, the reason why I was married to someone I didn't love. There was only one person who could make me feel better because this boxing wasn't doing any good and that was my mother.Jumping into the bathroom adjoined to the gym, I quickly shower
Steven's POVI inserted the card into the keylock of our hotel room in Florida, loving how Marenda's face lighted up as it landed on the sight before her. Our flight landed a few minutes ago and the big grin on her face was a sign that I did the right thing by ditching that interview to be with her."Wow!" Her jaw dropped and a hand quickly went over to cover it. "It's so big."It was a deluxe hotel room, very spacious with access to the best view in the city; I had spared no expense in booking the best for my baby."Come see the view babe," Marenda said to me, forehead pressed to the one-way floor to wall glass that covered half of the room.Wrapping her waist from behind, I sniffed her hair, it smelt nice, just like coconut and vanilla, my new favourite scent. We stayed that way, just watching unsuspecting passersby.I leaned in kissin
Steven's POV"I will get it," I kept a hand on her waist to stop her from moving.With a frown on my face, ready to give a piece of my mind to the person who interrupted our moment, I unlocked the door to see a couple of uninvited guests – my father and his bodyguards.My heart skipped when my eyes came in contact with his and realisation dawn to me. I had not held honour to his request."You really disappointed me, Steven. After all my explanations, you refused to show up?" My father shook his head with disappointment etched all over his features."Why?" He asked and before I could form a word in my head, I was interrupted by Marenda."Babe, who is there?" Marenda asked from behind. I could hear her footsteps coming towards me. Without knowing my father was the one, she wrapped her arms around me from behind."So," My fa
Naomi POVI stood in the room, till shocked by what I heard Steven say. He hasn't been around for a week and he comes back to boss me?!I huffed placing my hands on my waist still wondering what was going on. As much as I wanted to obey and leave quietly, I wanted to see the worse he could do. I'm not usually daring or bold enough to confront anyone but I won't let him push me out of a room I'm used to.Steven came out of the bathroom, he looked up to see I was still in the room, placing his hands on waist, he took a deep breath."I see you are still here," Steven raised his brows in a questioning manner.He was dessed in a grey sweatpant and gray polo shirt which a towel around his neck, his hair was messy and wet too. I couldn't help but state at him, involuntarily swallowing the lump in my throat.The sound of a clap brought me out of m
Naomi's POVMonday came sooner than I expected. I stretched my arms as soon as I woke up, shit! It's work day for me. I hurridely got off the bed, running into the bathroom in my room. I had totally forgot to prepare ahead for today. How could I have forgotten?In an haste, I brushed my teeth and took my bath, ransacking through my wardrobe for the the perfect formal outfit for my first day at work.I finally settled down for a two piece gray shit, I packed my hair in a tight pony tail, using hair gel to style to the front of my hair.I wasn't very good at using make up, so I used red lip gloss alone.Packing the necessary documents needed along with me, I exited the house, hopping into the Mercedes Benz arranged to get me to work.All through the drive, i had an unsettling feeling in my gut, I guess it was normal to have this ki
Naomi's POVI woke up thinking it was another day already, waiting patiently for the elevator to be fixed so I could get out and get God's nature gift, air.I looked at my purse to realise the chocolate cookies was gone. I saw the nylon of the chocolate cookies beside Steven and I couldn't help but chuckle lightly.He was acting like a super hero earlier. I cleared my throat when I saw noticed him stretching his arms.An idea came to me and I smirked. "Do you perhaps know where my chocolate cookie are? It was in my purse earlier," I asked acting as if I was looking for it.Steven said nothing. "Don't tell me, rat were able to come inside the elevator?" Steven said nothing still, I held myself from laughing out loud."Did mother ghost come in here?!" I asked with fright."Just stop okay! We were not robbed and...and.
"Steven!" I called out to him. He's damn heavy, it was like his entire weight were on me.I took a deep breath trying to hold unto him so as not for him to make me fall considering his entire body rested on mine.All the staffs were sleeping already considering it was past two in the midnight and waking or disturbing their sleep was something I wouldn't want to do."Steven!" I called him, tapping him lightly to see if he could hear me. Shit! I muttered.I was getting wet too by his wet body. I lifted him off me for a second to take a look at his face, his eyes were closed, he looked different.I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him. I wondered where he went to, what happened to him and why he looked this way.Dragging Steven along with me, I pulled him towards the couch with great force, my hands were hurting, he looked lifeles
I sighed as soon as I got into the house. My head aches from too many working, my feet hurts from walking on heels all day and my fingers aches from typing too much.Steven followed suit behind me. Since we called a truce and became friends, Steven and I went to work together and came back together.We do questions and answers session when we were less busy to get to know one another. Although we didn't talk much, the mood between us was cool.It's been two weeks since the whole incident with him coming back home in a wretched state.Curiosity of what had happened to him still wondered in my mind but I didn't have enough courage to ask him. He has been working extra lately, I noticed something was off about him and I knew it had to do with that night.After taking a quick shower, I craved for fruit salad, so I made some for myself and Steven.I gently ope