Tessa’s POV It took just that cold shower to get me back to my senses and to be delivered from whatever demon possessed me after taking a gulp of whatever Pedro stacked in the bar. I could swear I had done a couple of things but my mind was too slow to recall, it seemed as though I was experiencing a reboot. God forbid, I touch an alcohol bottle in future. Whatever happened had happened, and I dont regret doing what I did from the bits and parts of whatever remember doing - beating the hell out of that bitch. After Pedro left me in the bathroom, it took me a few minutes before I managed to drag myself up the floor to the door handle, I weakly opened and let myself out. But then the noise from the balcony attracted my curiosity, from where I was by the window, I could see Pedro fucking another woman and as long as it was not Natalia, I found myself not giving a fuck. I was a bit irritated, which I am yet to understand why, but I sure know I did not give a fuck. I turne
This man has got to be insane, dear lord. My head throbbed—the air had gotten thinner and I found myself struggling to take in more air. I really did not recall most of the things I said to him earlier but I know I had made a fool of myself, and now he had every intention of rubbing it in. “Why so tense, querida?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing. I exhaled sharply. “I wonder why. Perhaps if you back off a little bit, I won’t be.” Pedro smiled a silly kind of smile, his gaze dragging over me like a slow burn. “Nice dress,” he murmured, looking down at my hands. “You have not even seen it on me yet” I muffled. I didn’t acknowledge the comment, I felt it was backhanded. It was the first piece of clothing I had grabbed from the closet—a simple black dress with thin straps—and I wasn’t about to let him turn it into something else or make it seem like I intended to wear it for his satisfaction or to please him. I would have appreciated it if he kept his compliments to himsel
It was midday by the time they finally stepped out of the arrival gates, the surrounding outside wet, as it had rained earlier. Inside was cold The airport was busy with travellers moving here and there, airport staff and patrols roaming around, and the air smelt of jet fuel. Tessa barely noticed any of this, she just wanted to get home and get some sleep too. She was exhausted. Six hours of delay, followed by a long-haul flight, had drained every ounce of patience from her body. Her back ached, her feet throbbed in her heels, and the bright sun glaring down on the tarmac only made her crankier.She could count how many times she blanked out or assumed her brain had stopped working. It was difficult to keep her eyes open for a few minutes because her eyes were burning so much. Pedro, on the other hand, looked completely unaffected. Not a single wrinkle on his brown shirt, not a trace of exhaustion in his sharp stares or the way he shot glances at any lady he found attractive. He w
AUTHOR’S POVTessa sat stiffly in the car as it rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Lorenzo mansion. She first muttered ‘Thank You Jesus’ under her breath. Her stomach rumbled, and her bladder was full but despite that, she felt empty, absolutely empty.The jet lag was hitting her so hard, her entire body aching from the long flight, the internal clocks in her body were ticking off an alarm signalling she needed to shut down and rest a bit, but she barely had a moment to process her exhaustion before she caught sight of the people waiting at the grand entrance.What the hell is going on now? She asked.A line of guards, perfectly aligned, stood in silence, their black uniforms dashingly smart and intimidating, they were like giant towers, all with bald heads. Beside them, the house staff—maids in immaculate pink uniforms, their heads slightly bowed—as though they awaited orders.While they were in the car, the chauffeur exited first, walking around to open the passenger door. Don
AUTHOR’S POV Don Pedro led the way and Tessa followed in sheepishly, stepping aside as he slammed the door short. “Which way is the bathroom?” she asked impatiently. “That way” he pointed. Tessa barely had time to admire the braggadociousness of Don Pedro’s master suite before the call of nature hit her with a reverberating kind of urgency. The long flight, the delay at the airport, and the insufferable formalities with his aunt had left her holding it in for way too long and she only just realised her bladder would burst open if she did not ease herself. Now, as they stepped into the room, all she wanted was to relieve herself and catch her breath, she had been still for too long. Pedro was right beside her, loosening his belt as he made a beeline for the bathroom. Tessa’s eyes widened in alarm. “This way” he motioned. “Wait, wait, wait! I need to go first,” she announced, already moving toward the bathroom door. Pedro stopped in his tracks, turned to her, and raised a br
DON PEDRO’S POV Inside the club’s main hall, the president of the Golf club, a dignified gentleman in just a pair t-shirt and shorts, cleared his throat and began the roll call. “Don Pedro?” he called. “Don Rodolfo?” “Sir Princeton?” “Miss Medlin?” “Sir Renato” “Sir Vince” “Don Nathan” and continued to mention others, each name was met with a firm “Present!” from the assembled members. I offered a short nod as my name was pronounced. “Thank you all for coming on time,” the president continued, his was laid back and formal. “I do apologise for my lateness this evening; I assure you it will not become a habit.” He paused to laugh, a few others joined, I did not. “Now, the purpose of today’s meeting is to finalise the arrangements for the upcoming Monterrey Golf Club International Tournament. This event will, I believe, bring about significant development in our region, and we must ensure that all aspects of our proposal are watertight in terms of collaborations, sponsorships and
I straightened, trying to maintain my composure. “Medlin, this is not the right environment,” I replied briskly. “You’re about to be married to Rodolfo, and here, at a club meeting, such matters are best left unspoken.” Her eyes were devilishly lusting, undeterred. “Married or not, you always had a way of drawing me in. I insist we talk, moreover, your dick is saying otherwise.” Before I could protest further, the noise of the club’s lively chatter filtered through the corridor. Reluctantly, I stepped aside, gesturing for her to follow me into one of the private rooms. We entered a well furnished office looking room off the corridor, the room was quiet with the blinds covering the large windows. I closed the door, leaning against it as I tried to regain a semblance of control. “Medlin, listen,” I began, my voice was even but firm. “This isn’t the time or place. We have obligations—especially with the tournament coming up and everything else to be sorted for Monterrey.” She
AUTHORS POVIt was on days like this that she missed Sergio. It was as if the long travelling hours had dried up the blood flowing through different parts of her body.Sergio would have given her a therapeutic body massage to ease the tension coursing through her, but then the thought of him as she sat alone in the bedroom—angered her. He had no place in her thoughts.She would rather think of her job instead, she thought to herself, surrounded by stacks of unattended work files.She missed the life she had before Pedro, before the wedding and more so, before the so‐called cursed honeymoon on the Virgin Atlantic Island. The soft rustle of papers as she schemed through them, and the steady ticking clock filled the quiet atmosphere as she worked through the backlog, trying in vain to regain some sense of normality, but it did not work one bit, there was just so much work to do.Her mind, however, was not on the files. She searched her mind for what could be missing as she remained re
AUTHORS POVThe café was buzzing that warm Thursday afternoon, if not for anything but for the fact that Tessa loved the positive atmosphere the environment afforded her; she didn't want to go back to the office or back to the Lorenzo mansion. The clatter of cutlery and soft murmur of voice chatters weaving into a comforting background noise were the only things that reminded her that she wasn't in her comfort zone. Tessa sat at the table by the window with Camila and Jamie, a half-eaten sandwich limp in her hand. The sun outside painted the streets golden, but inside her head, it was cloudy and grey.Jamie leaned across the table, flashing his boyish grin. "Thanks again for the food the other night, Tessa. That food was something else. You didn’t have to, but I'm grateful."Tessa stared through him as if he wasn’t there, her gaze locked somewhere beyond the walls of the café. She didn't blink, didn’t smile, didn’t even twitch.Jamie frowned slightly, exchanging a quick look with Cami
AUTHORS POV The house was unusually quiet when Tessa returned from the shopping mall. She was tempted to kick off her shoes by the door, except for the fact that she was not in the comfort of the room she shared with Pedro. She sighed as the scent of grilled meat and garlic hit her nose, straying from the dining. Her body ached, and all she really wanted was a hot bath and to be left alone. But the silence in the air felt heavy—like something was waiting. She walked into the dining area and found Don Pedro seated at the head of the long glass table. The only sound in the room came from the clinking of his fork against the china plate. The light above him made his presence look even more imposing than usual. He looked up at her, chewing slowly, watching her. “You’re late,” he said flatly, setting his cutlery down. “Join me for dinner.” Tessa forced a polite smile. “I’m not hungry. It’s been a long day. I’d rather go upstairs and rest.” Pedro’s jaw twitched as though he wanted to s
AUTHORS POVTessa’s heels tapped softly against the tiled floor of the shopping mall as she made her way down the brightly lit aisle. She wasn’t dressed to be noticed—plain jeans, a white shirt, her hair tucked into a low bun—but somehow, she still felt exposed. Maybe it was the shelves lined with menstrual pads in front of her, or maybe it was the heavy cloud of stress that had followed her from the office. If there was a way she could discard Pedro's bodyguards outside the mall, she would have. But she couldn't.She sighed and picked up a familiar purple pack, scanning the back with little interest. It was one of those errands that needed to be done—quietly, quickly, and without thinking. She had no energy to waste. Her head throbbed from a day filled with tense emails and awkward silences with Pedro. All she wanted was to buy her toiletries and get home.Just as she reached for another item, a voice cut through the air behind her.“Tessa.”Her whole body tensed. She didn’t even ne
AUTHOR’S POV The corridor was quiet, save for the soft click of Regina’s heels on the floor as she walked to her room. Spending time with Pablo wasn’t a bad idea after-all. it was all she needed to stay sane and somehow he worked his magic on her and she was all smile. As she reached her door and turned the handle and went in, she sensed something was wrong—but it was too late. Franco was already in the room. Before she could process the shock, he slammed the door shut behind her and pushed her roughly against it. His lips crashed into hers with a hunger that made her stomach turn. She tried to push but he held her to the door, kissing her forcefully. Ravaging her lips with reckless abandon. In split seconds, he was holding her against the door with one hand while his other free hands was ravaging under her skirt in search of her panties. His forceful grasp were so strong, Regina found it hard to breath. She shoved him hard. “What the hell, Franco!” He stared at her, ch
AUTHORS POV Pablo arrived at the front steps of the Lorenzo estate just as the night encroached, it was just past 8pm. The floodgate lights bathed everything under it with bright light, giving the evening a cold, bright feeling, at least for Regina. As soon as Regina stepped out to meet him, he smiled. “I came as soon as you called,” Pablo said softly, his voice carrying a quiet concern. Regina looked at him, a little stunned that he had actually come. “I didn’t think you would,” she admitted, her voice uncertain, laced with doubt. He stepped closer, careful, gentle. “Regina, I can’t ignore you. Not for anything.” She blinked, a slow breath escaping her. There was a stillness in the air, as if the whole world paused for this moment. “Thank you,” she whispered, then motioned towards the path by the garden. “Do you mind going for a walk?” “Of course not,” he replied, his hand lightly brushing hers as they started walking side by side down the gravel path. For a few minutes, they
AUTHOR’S POVTessa didn’t want to be there.At the damn restaurant even though it was silent with minimal designs, dressed in soft candlelight and gold, with empty chairs and untouched tables that made it feel more like a theatre than a place to eat. It did not appeal to Tessa, all she wanted to do was get some sleep and maybe wake up later at night to help Camila with the pitch like she had planned in her head.Tessa looked around in disbelief. The place was completely empty—except for her and Pedro.Pedro sat across from her, wearing a smug look, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. “I booked the whole place,” he said casually like he could hear the questions in her mind, like he was announcing a weather forecast. “Just so we could have a private moment. No distractions. No one watching.”Tessa look around, unimpressed. In her mind, she muttered, Wasteful. Completely unnecessary. Her expression stayed calm, but her eyes were shooting daggers around.“You didn’t need to do th
AUTHORS POV “Knock, knock.” Pedro’s voice echoed in the stillness. Tessa didn’t answer, not immediately. She stared at her computer screen, half-pretending to finish up a report that had long since ceased to be her focus. She wondered why he hadn’t left yet. Was he going to just stand there? Was he expecting her to acknowledge him first? She wasn’t sure what it was that kept her there in her chair—but she was certain she did not feeling like going back home, she probably would have gone to Jamie’s but he told her he had a guest coming over to fuck him, Jamie was raw like that. The door swung open with a soft whistlelike sound. Pedro stood in the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the doorjamb. He had a wry smile on one side of his face, but there was also a mild annoyance in his eyes. “Everyone’s gone, Tessa. What are you still doing here? Planning on spending the night on that desk?” Tessa didn’t look up at him immediately. Instead, she glanced at the c
AUTHOR’S POV Now, the day was over and night’s drawing near. The office was slowly beginning to get quiet, the busy sound of the air conditioner was the only sound left in the room by the time the last couple of staff members left the lounge. Most of the team had trickled out already, leaving behind their cold coffee cups and half-written notes on desks. There was this joy that seemed to engulf them after work closure. Perhaps they had happy homes to return to after a long day at work, and Tessa would stare out of the window behind her desk, the uniform way the various cars pull out of the parking lot, disappearing into the streets only to return the next day. She did not have a happy home to return to. So it was okay for her to envy them. In those quiet moments, she hated herself for how painful and bitter she’d become; at least she had not developed into an angry red witch, but she was not far from becoming a witch with how often darkness seemed to engulf her. She used to be
Regina forced herself to wear a warm smile, wiping away her tears repeatedly. “No, I’m fine,” she replied, her voice was flat and she hoped she was convincing enough. “I just… don’t feel well.”Dame Rossa’s stare softened slightly, but her voice remained stern as she continued, “before I say what I want to say, I would like to be honest with you, from where I stand, you dont look fine, and it’s definitely man problems”Regina tried to deny, but Dame Rossa motioned her to be quiet in the most calm manner.“I am not here to kick you while you are already down, You know, Regina… I didn’t just come back to Monterrey because I missed the weather or the old house or even the metropolis itself. No. I came back for something deeper. I came back because I made a promise to myself—and to your father, God rest his soul.Your father… he meant everything to me. He wasn’t just my brother—he was my best friend. And he loved you more than life. You were his precious baby girl. And when he died… I fe