Fiona had never seen James with other women since she met him. She got closer to him and greeted him. James frowned upon seeing her. "Please can I talk to you for a minute? Please," Fiona requested. Before entering the club, Fiona put on her recorder. She was suspecting James and was hoping to confirm her suspicion. She is a reporter after all. "If only you will give me your body," James said shamelessly. "Please it's very important," Fiona pleaded. James rolled his eyes and led her to one of the private rooms. He tried to kiss Fiona as soon as he closed the door to the private room behind them but Fiona stopped him putting both of her hands up and pushing him away by his chest. He chuckled at her reaction. "You don't care about me anyone, do you?" Fiona asked staring into his eyes. "Why do you think that?" James asked grabbing Fiona by the waist but she freed herself from his grip and walked away from him. "You blocked my number," Fiona replied going straight to the poi
"James this has to stop. First thing tomorrow morning, you will leave town and I will hold a press conference to address this. Once you return, one more visit to any of the clubs and I will have you removed as heir and all your accounts blocked," Mrs Haward warned and left the room. As instructed by Mrs Haward, James left early in the morning the very next day with a decision to go to Mexico. If he needed to lay low and avoid the media for a while, hiding with his friend, Jose was the best option. He disguised himself very well on his way to the airport and also decided to go alone to attract less attention. On his way to the airport, he called his friend, Jose, and informed him about his visit which Jose was very excited about. Jose and James have so much in common regarding having fun. They both like going to the club, playing with the girls and partying wild. However, it's only James who goes the extra mile by taking the girls home to warm his bed. Even though they are friends, Jo
"What gave you such an impression?" Mrs Haward questioned trying to keep herself calm even though she was boiling inside. "From your statement you said, he had a rough childhood. Just want to know if that took a turn on him?" replied the reporter. "Where are you in a hurry to?" asked Mrs Haward and the reporter was instantly confused. "I am not sure I understand your question," replied the reporter. "I just started and you are already questioning my introduction. If you are patient you will know your question came too early," Mrs Haward explained with a sarcastic smile embarrassing the reporter. "I guess you were also not paying attention, because I also said, he turned out well," she added further embarrassing the reporter who quickly apologized. Her gaze moved away from the reporter back to addressing the gathered press. "I am here today, to address a rape scandal going around social media naming my son James as the perpetrator. Let it be on record that this news is false and m
Mrs Haward was smiling ear to ear as she went through one headline after the other, moving from one media platform to another. "This is what you can do with money and power," Mrs Haward said laughing. "Mirenda, my dear, you see what power can do? When you have power, no one can ride over you and when you have money, you get all the respect you want," she added. "I see. So you mean with money and power you bully others and get away with murder," Mirenda commented. "Girl, you better watch your mouth. Who murdered who? Silly girl," Mrs Haward yelled at Mirenda angrily. "James murdered Fiona and you are covering it up," Mirenda replied, unfazed. "Mirenda, how dare you," Mrs Haward said, looking at her furiously. "Mum, you always defend him even when you know he is wrong. I pity my brother when I see him. He is what he is now because you raised him like that. I don't care what Jason did, but he is ten times a better person than James, and I would prefer one Jason in our family tha
He got up from the sofa and stared at her, lifting her head with the tip of his finger to look at her face. He saw the tears in her eyes and it broke his heart. He didn't know why, but he lowered his head and kissed her, making Julia respond with tears. It further broke his heart and he hugged her tightly even though he didn't know what to say to her. "Please don't leave me," Julia whispered in her tears as they broke away from the kiss. "I am not going to," Jason replied, and Julia hugged him making Jason wonder why she would think that but he felt it was not the right time to ask. "Do you still want to go grocery shopping?" Jason asked, after hugging Julia for a while and she nodded in a yes before breaking away from the hug and exiting the room with Jason staring at her back. Peter saw Julia come out of the room with a red face and red eyes. Obviously, she had cried. "Hey, what happened?" Peter inquired with concern. Julia could not speak but shook her head in a 'no' befor
Jason walked towards Julia and stood next to her. He pulled her into his arms, and she collapsed on his chest, breaking down in tears. Jason rubbed her back gently trying to calm her down, first before asking her what the problem was. Jason led Julia to the sofa. They both sat down, and he made her rest on him. After a while, Julia was calm and was resting her head on Jason's lap as he ran his fingers gently through her thick wavy hair. Jason may be cold inside out and has grown to be worse with the recent incident of being rejected by the people he once believed were his family, but he does care about her. "Do you want to talk about it?" Jason asked, still running his fingers through Julia's hair gently. "I miss my mum," Julia replied and covered her face with her hands sobbing. Jason rubbed her shoulders to calm her down. Pulling her up, he carried her in his arms and walked towards the bed. He laid her on the bed gently where she would be more comfortable and climbed into bed
Julia was thinking about her mother while Jason was thinking of what to do with the information he had while waiting for the report on his second investigation request. The night to Sunday morning felt like forever for both of them as they pretended to be sleeping. Julia's alarm went off, and she quickly put it off, not wanting to disturb Jason, whom she assumed to be sleeping. She dragged her out of bed and took her shower before going out of the bedroom to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She felt a little dizzy while making breakfast, but that went away as quickly as it came. After setting the table, she decided to visit a nearby church to pray since it was a Sunday. Sometime back she had prayed to God for something and she got it. They need God in this messy situation of a perfect pretense that everything is going well. "Please tell Jason I will be back shortly," Julia said to Peter, who had just entered the dining area from his room. "Won't you have breakfast first?" inqu
Julia's eyes were going around the room, trying to understand where she was and why. She pushed herself to sit up on the bed. Her eyes quickly moved towards the direction of the door when she heard a door creaking sound, and it was followed by the door opening slowly. She kept her gaze on the door, wondering who was going to enter. The door flew open, and a familiar figure entered the room, closing the door and standing in front of it. Julia gasped in shock and pushed herself backwards on the bed. She fell to the floor as she failed to notice the full length of the bed. "Hello Julia, I told you I would find you and I did," came James's voice. "I am a man of my word," he added. "Please let me go," Julia begged, recalling what James had done to her the times he had found her alone. "Awww, why do you want to leave so soon? I just got here," teased James. "Hey, don't you want to experience another superhero scene?" he teased and walked towards her. Still, on the floor, Julia pushed