A few months later, Mr Ronald Bowie took the gracious initiative of devoting six months to educating me on the intricacies of operating a business successfully, excelling in the industry, and achieving financial prosperity in a remarkably short time. Ronald recognised my exceptional aptitude for absorbing knowledge swiftly and my unwavering determination to excel in my work. I have always clearly distinguished between personal matters and my professional pursuits, ensuring that my challenges never impede my commitment to delivering outstanding results. I take great pride in satisfying Ronald's high standards, especially concerning matters of business and finance, which are dear to his heart.
In contrast to others who often require a year or more of instruction to grasp even the simplest concepts, my compatibility with the learning process stood out to Ronald. He found immense satisfaction in his influence over me, revelling in my readiness to promptly act upon his directives without hesitation or inquiry.
Once Ronald discovered my ability to thrive independently, an extraordinary idea began to form in his mind. He decided to entrust me with the sole operation of the business for a few months, promising that if I managed to impress him with my achievements, he would transfer the company's ownership under my name. This meant that I would stand on my own, independent of him. Ronald initially anticipated that it would take me six months to meet his lofty expectations. However, to his astonishment, it took me just a single month to surpass his wildest imagination. In that short span of time, I impressed Ronald immensely, driving the business to generate a remarkable 10% increase in revenue compared to its typical monthly performance. The reputation of Ma Maison est ta Madison, our interior design company, spread far and wide, drawing the attention of clientele from across the country. As the six-month mark approached, Ronald faced a momentous decision.
With careful consideration, Ronald acknowledged that the time had come to hand over the company's reins to me. He meticulously planned the details, ensuring that the momentous occasion would be even more special by coinciding with my birthday on October 4th.
*****
As I sat in my office, allowing the tension to dissolve while engrossed in planning the sleek design sketches for a modern house project, an unexpected visitor arrived—none other than Mr Ronald Bowie himself, as was often his custom, being the owner of the business.
"Good morning, my darling. I see how tirelessly you work to generate prosperity for us," Ronald declared, casually strolling into my office and taking a seat at the table where I was immersed in my work.
"Yes, Sir. I always push myself to the limit. May I ask what brings you here?" I replied, mustering a polite smile on my face, though deep down, I anticipated some distressing news. Either a client was dissatisfied with their house design or Ronald wished to discuss financial matters. Rarely did he visit my office to deliver good news. His presence often signalled a problem that required my immediate attention. It frustrated me, as it felt like I was solely responsible for resolving issues within the company.
"Why is he here? He only comes when there are meetings or problems to address. It drives me crazy because I have to rectify those problems as if I'm the only one working in this company," my inner voice grumbled.
"Dear, I came to whisk you away for a delightful lunch. You've been toiling all day, and you deserve some rest," Ronald announced, surprising me. Such kindness from him was rare. When those words left his lips, it almost felt like a dream.
"You're right, Sir. I could use some rest. However, I have
a new client with an expansive property. I need to present my comprehensive plans for the house today at 5 pm so that they can be approved before my team and I commence our work. I'm afraid I can't join you, but I appreciate the offer," I responded, returning my attention to my work. However, Ronald swiftly snatched the pencil from my hand.
"Is being an interior designer causing you problems?" he asked, his face tightening.
"No, sir. I've always aspired to be an interior designer, and you have given me the opportunity to work hard and excel. If it entails long hours of work, so be it," I explained, reflecting on my humble beginnings before attaining success.
"My sweetheart, you do no need to worry about anything. The business is yours. Let's continue making great profits together."
Ronald's words elicited laughter from both of us. Yet, I couldn't fully grasp the weight of his statement. He often made light of serious matters, so I didn't take his claim seriously.
"Sir, I know I work for you, and if we want to continue prospering, let me do my job. I'll see you at home," I said, adding a playful tone to the word "home." Ronald chuckled and walked out, instructing his bodyguard to summon the driver and bring the cars to the front.
"Honey, don't fret about your meeting. I've got it covered," he assured me, and I smiled, knowing I wouldn't win this time. Ronald possessed an uncanny ability to persuade me into an agreement. Though challenging, I couldn't help but admire his determination. It was a testament to his deep-rooted emotions for me, which he struggled to express. From the very first day he laid eyes on me, he fell head over heels in love. And even now, that passion burns with the same intensity.
Love—an inexplicable force that defies all comprehension. It transformed Ronald, compelling him to become a better person. The enchanting power I possess leaves his world spinning. The way he feels in my presence, the joy that lights up every face when I enter a room—it's a phenomenon he cannot fully comprehend. My ability to connect with others, the amiability that radiates from me, surpasses anything he has ever witnessed. He treasures how I laugh even at his silliest jokes and make him feel things he has never experienced with anyone else. I am different, a remarkable departure from the women who preceded me in his life.
"I will only accompany you if you promise to refrain from visiting my office with problems or concerns regarding our clients. I am in charge, remember?"
"Alright, my lady, but you're pushing it. I will agree on the condition that you join me."
"Deal."
"Divine's Thoughts"
"I wonder where Ronald plans to take me. Every time we're together, it's either work or back to his apartment. It has never reached a point of intimacy or anything more personal. It's always business and nothing else. His invitation to lunch puzzles me because I find it hard to trust him. I've heard rumours about him, so putting my trust in him will require a different approach. I hope wherever he takes me; it's a safe and legitimate place, free from any involvement in shady activities like drugs or human trafficking."
A few months later, Mr Ronald Bowie took the gracious initiative of devoting six months to educating me on the intricacies of operating a business successfully, excelling in the industry, and achieving financial prosperity in a remarkably short time. Ronald recognised my exceptional aptitude for absorbing knowledge swiftly and my unwavering determination to excel in my work. I have always clearly distinguished between personal matters and my professional pursuits, ensuring that my challenges never impede my commitment to delivering outstanding results. I take great pride in satisfying Ronald's high standards, especially concerning matters of business and finance, which are dear to his heart.
In contrast to others who often require a year or more of instruction to grasp even the most straightforward concepts, my compatibility with the learning process stood out to Ronald. He found immense satisfaction in his influence over me, revelling in my readiness to promptly act upon his directives without hesitation or inquiry.
Once Ronald discovered my ability to thrive independently, an extraordinary idea began to form in his mind. He decided to entrust me with the sole operation of the business for a few months, promising that if I managed to impress him with my achievements, he would transfer the company's ownership under my name. This meant that I would stand on my own, independent of him. Ronald initially anticipated that it would take me six months to meet his lofty expectations. However, to his astonishment, it took me just a month to surpass his wildest imagination. In that short span of time, I impressed Ronald immensely, driving the business to generate a remarkable 10% increase in revenue compared to its typical monthly performance. The reputation of Ma Maison est ta Madison, our interior design company, spread far and wide, drawing the attention of clientele from across the country. As the six-month mark approached, Ronald faced a momentous decision.
With careful consideration, Ronald acknowledged that the time had come to hand over the company's reins to me. He meticulously planned the details, ensuring that the momentous occasion would be even more special by coinciding with my birthday on October 4th.
*****
As I sat in my office, allowing the tension to dissolve while engrossed in planning the sleek design sketches for a modern house project, an unexpected visitor arrived—none other than Mr Ronald Bowie himself, as was often his custom, being the business owner.
"Good morning, my darling. I see how tirelessly you work to generate prosperity for us," Ronald declared, casually strolling into my office and taking a seat at the table where I was immersed in my work.
"Yes, Sir. I always push myself to the limit. May I ask what brings you here?" I replied, mustering a polite smile on my face, though deep down, I anticipated some distressing news. Either a client was dissatisfied with their house design, or Ronald wished to discuss financial matters. Rarely did he visit my office to deliver good news. His presence often signalled a problem that required my immediate attention. It frustrated me, as it felt like I was solely responsible for resolving issues within the company.
"Why is he here? He only comes when there are meetings or problems to address. It drives me crazy because I have to rectify those problems as if I'm the only one working in this company," my inner voice grumbled.
"Dear, I came to whisk you away for a delightful lunch. You've been toiling all day, and you deserve some rest," Ronald announced, surprising me. Such kindness from him was rare. When those words left his lips, it almost felt like a dream.
"You're right, Sir. I could use some rest. However, I have
a new client with an expansive property. I must present my comprehensive plans for the house today at 5 pm sto approve thembefore my team, and I commence our work. I'm afraid I can't join you, but I appreciate the offer," I responded, returning my attention to my work. However, Ronald swiftly snatched the pencil from my hand.
"Is being an interior designer causing you problems?" he asked, his face tightening.
"No, sir. I've always aspired to be an interior designer, and you have given me the opportunity to work hard and excel. If it entails long hours of work, so be it," I explained, reflecting on my humble beginnings before attaining success.
"My sweetheart, you do no need to worry about anything. The business is yours. Let's continue making great profits together."
Ronald's words elicited laughter from both of us. Yet, I couldn't fully grasp the weight of his statement. He often made light of serious matters, so I didn't take his claim seriously.
"Sir, I know I work for you, and if we want to continue prospering, let me do my job. I'll see you at home," I said, adding a playful tone to the word "home." Ronald chuckled and walked out, instructing his bodyguard to summon the driver and bring the cars to the front.
"Honey, don't fret about your meeting. I've got it covered," he assured me, and I smiled, knowing I wouldn't win this time. Ronald possessed an uncanny ability to persuade me into an agreement. Though challenging, I couldn't help but admire his determination. It was a testament to his deep-rooted emotions for me, which he struggled to express. From the first day he laid eyes on me, he fell head over heels in love. And even now, that passion burns with the same intensity.
Love—an inexplicable force that defies all comprehension. It transformed Ronald, compelling him to become a better person. The enchanting power I possess leaves his world spinning. The way he feels in my presence, the joy that lights up every face when I enter a room—it's a phenomenon he cannot fully comprehend. My ability to connect with others, the amiability that radiates from me, surpasses anything he has ever witnessed. He treasures how I laugh even at his silliest jokes and make him feel things he has never experienced with anyone else. I am different, a remarkable departure from the women who preceded me in his life.
"I will only accompany you if you promise to avoid visiting my office with problems or concerns regarding our clients. I am in charge, remember?"
"Alright, my lady, but you're pushing it. I will agree on the condition that you join me."
"Deal."
"Divine's Thoughts"
"I wonder where Ronald plans to take me. It's either work or back to his apartment whenever we're together. It has never reached a point of intimacy or anything more personal. It's always business and nothing else. His invitation to lunch puzzles me because I find it hard to trust him. I've heard rumours about him, so trusting him will require a different approach. I hope wherever he takes me; it's a safe and legitimate place, free from any involvement in shady activities like drugs or human trafficking."
A few months later, I found myself immersed in an unexpected journey. Mr. Ronald Bowie, the owner of the business, took it upon himself to be my mentor, dedicating an entire six months to imparting his wisdom on the intricacies of running a successful business. Recognizing my exceptional aptitude for absorbing knowledge and my unwavering determination to excel, Ronald saw great potential in me. His satisfaction in guiding me through the business world was evident, as I eagerly followed his directives without hesitation or inquiry. As time went on, Ronald noticed my ability to thrive independently and an extraordinary idea began to take shape in his mind. He decided to entrust me with the sole operation of the business for a few months, with the promise that if I impressed him with my achievements, he would transfer the ownership of the company to me. It was a defining moment that would mark my transition to complete independence. Ronald had initially expected it to take the full six m
I find myself in a peculiar situation as I join Ronald on our way to his house, ostensibly for a casual coffee outing. However, deep down, I sense there is more to this encounter than meets the eye. We both harbour undisclosed desires and intentions, hesitant to reveal our true feelings. I may have convinced myself that I was going for a simple coffee and charming conversation, but I know that Ronald has something more in mind. His eyes speak volumes, revealing his yearning for me, and I, too, ache for him intensely. Yet, I must ensure that my desire aligns with what is genuinely suitable for me. By his side, where I belong, Ronald sees this as his chance to finally attain what he has always wanted: to have me in his bed before I change my heart and seek another partner. He refuses to stand idly by and watch me slip away when he has the opportunity to make a move. It won't be easy for him, but why should he give up without trying? As we hold hands in the car, I can't help but raise a
As Divine and Ronald were having fun while drinking their coffee, talking about all kinds of things that happened in their lives and getting to know each other a little bit more, Ronald moved from his opposite couch and went to sit next to Divine. It happened so fast that Divine didn't even have the time to act on it. Divine's body language changed. She was shaking. She could feel a certain tension between her and Ronald. She wanted him so bad. She wanted him to hold her, feel him inside her. She tried to touch him and connect with him, but she was afraid to make a move. All she wants is for Ronaldo to make a move, but she doesn't know how to voice that out. She does not wish to send the wrong impression to Ronald. If he makes the first love, then she can act on it. "If we are going to be a thing, you need to be free when you are around me and stop being frightened. I won't break your heart, and I love you." He confides her, and she looks down. She doesn't trust him yet. She has
Divine and Ronald had an amazing time together yesterday. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. It's been a while since I was sexually active, and the last time was when I was 18 with my ex-boyfriend, Hary. But being with Ronald is something else entirely. He fulfills a craving deep within me. "Good morning, baby. How are you feeling today?" Ronald asks, and I can't help but giggle as I rest my head on top of his chest. "Morning, daddy. I'm good, thanks for asking," I reply, feeling a rush of affection towards him. Ronald's smile lights up his face, and it warms my heart. "I love it when you call me daddy. It gives me the courage to find myself!" Ronald expresses, leaning closer to me. He playfully gives me a love bite on my neck, and I moan with delight while he lets out a gratifying groan. I notice a shift in Ronald's expression, and concern fills me. "What's wrong?" I ask, worried about the change in his demeanor. "It's not you, love. I would love to keep this going
It's been five incredible months since Ronald and I embarked on this journey together. Our love has grown, blossoming like a vibrant garden in full bloom. Ronald has welcomed me into his world, introducing me to his closest friends, and allowing me to witness the depth of his character. Our relationship thrives, and together, we are an unstoppable force, weaving our dreams into a tapestry of shared goals and aspirations. Ever since Ronald handed me the reins of his company, my professional life has taken flight. Working independently has opened doors I never imagined. Clients flock to me, seeking the touch of my artistic vision, and I am humbled by the influx of opportunities that come my way. From different corners of the globe, people travel to South Africa, drawn by the chance to have their dreams transformed into architectural marvels by my hands. The sheer joy that fills my heart is palpable when I speak of my work; it radiates from my face, lighting up every room I enter. I have
Ronald's POV. I've been searching for a chef for several months now, and it hasn't been easy. I can't go on with my normal life without worrying about Divine's safety. I need to find the chef as soon as possible before they can reach Divine. She's like family to me, and I can't bear the thought of anything happening to her. I know she won't be pleased when she discovers what I've been doing behind her back. I promised her that I would never lie, but here I am, breaking that promise, doing things I swore not to do. It's not by choice. I have to take these actions to protect her. I hope that one day she'll understand. "Sir, if this person had intentions towards Divine, they would have made a move by now. Don't stress yourself out. Jack is searching for them in the field, and we'll find them and resolve all of this. Just make sure Divine doesn't find out anything about it. It'll keep us on the safe side," KG says, and I agree with him. "Would you like a drink?" I offer, and KG accepts.
For most people, the beginning of a new relationship is magical, filled with romance and excitement. It could be a storybook-worthy meet-cute or a modern-day serendipitous encounter. Regardless, there's a sense of possibility and a glimpse of a promising future. However, amidst all the positive vibes and the honeymoon phase, it's easy to overlook important conversations. In my case, Divine, and Ronald, we didn't discuss what's truly important and what we both want from this relationship. We jumped straight into intimacy without considering the deeper aspects. ... I arrived home to change for my lunch meeting with my long-time friend Tola, only to find my so-called boyfriend, Ronald, unexpectedly at home. This was unusual since he's always busy with work, and I honestly didn't care much for his presence at the moment, as I had plans unrelated to him. "Oh, babe, you're home. How are you?" I greet him with a passionate kiss on his lips. "Mmm, I've missed passionate kisses like that.
Tola and I had agreed to meet at the restaurant, and as I walked towards the table, my mind was filled with a flurry of thoughts. It had been such a long time since we had sat down together and had those carefree conversations we used to have. We would forget about the world, talk about our days after school, share stories about our families, and joke about everything that bothered us. I missed those moments dearly. Tola had left South Africa a few years ago to return home to Nigeria and take care of her sick father. Now she was back, and I was excited to catch up with her and share the news of my children's birth. However, I never expected to see the changes in my friend. She used to be a good girl, someone who followed her mother's guidance, focused on her studies to secure a good job, and never relied on anyone else. But now, it seemed like she was dependent on a wealthy older man, living under his rules, and doing everything he told her to do, well, to some extent. "Hello, Sam. I