All Chapters of More Than A Business Deal: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was having an amazing time here in Paris and I was determined to let it last as long as I could. I graduated from university three months ago after studying Business administration for four torturous years and I was in my reward phase. My dad had asked me to come back home multiple times in the last two months but I refused. I have slaved my way through university to make sure I graduated with a first class in a course that I hated so I was selfishly taking all the break I needed and obviously deserved. Throughout the three months I have been here, I barely left my hotel room. I went sightseeing and did a lot of shopping the first month but they quickly got boring as fast as they excited me in the first place so now I just stayed in my room most of the time and I was really surprised that I had not gotten bored yet There really is no need to ask me about friends here in because you won’t find any around me here in Paris. A break was a break from everything including friends and fam

“David, could you please drive a bit faster?” I asked for the millionth time since I entered the car from the airport. David may even be getting irritated with me but he was doing an amazing job hiding it from me. “Young mistress I can assure you that I am driving as responsibly fast as I am allowed to” he also replied to me for the millionth time and his tone held no grudge just understanding. I had asked him if Dad was at home and knew I was coming home but he kept avoiding the questions or plainly ignoring it. His silence was doing little to nothing to pacify me but instead made me more nervous. It was like experiencing 12-year-old me again when mom left us after her long struggle with cancer. I had been in school, eager for the torturous day to come to an end so I could go home and sit by mom’s side and read her favourite book from my bookshelf to her, only I didn’t need to wait till the school was over. I was called to the principal’s office and I had gone there thinking abou

I spent an hour reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince to my mom. It had been her favourite book in the series. I didn’t like to read much but only did it because mom loved them and I enjoyed reading to her just like I had just done. I read till I was tired before I closed the book and laid on the well trimmed grass beside her grave. At first, our staff found it creepy that I felt comfortable lying beside a grave but to me it was not just a grave but my mother’s bed. She was there and I never had to feel afraid when it came to her. I would spend hours here and it was always easier to talk to mom about issues I could never talk to Dad about. “Mom, Dad may be coming over to join you soon so you won't be lonely anymore. But I would be. Without the both of you here, it would be very lonely. Who would take care of me then?” I know I should not be so negative about Dad’s recovery but I can't help it. The situation was not looking good and it was better if I prepared myself mentall

“This was my favourite photo of you. You looked like a real angel. I had to take that photo. There was so much love and adoration in Dad’s eyes as we looked at a picture of me when I was seven. I had to admit I was a real beauty as a child. It felt like I was staring at a human-sized Barbie doll. I had on a cute pink gown and my blonde hair was parked into a ponytail and my eyes seemed so blue as they sparkled with mischief. “It was a hassle to get you to stay still that day. You had way too much candy because your mom could never resist your puppy eyes and you knew it. We had to bribe you with a promise of another candy if you stayed still enough to take that photo” he smiled and ran his hands over the picture, taking in every little detail. “That was the best day ever. Mom had finally gotten that catering degree and made us a feast. I didn’t understand what it meant back then but I was happy because she was happy” “I loved her, you know, it killed me when she was taken so quickly

I don’t think I have ever been this nervous in my life. I thought the most nervous I would ever get was when I was waiting for my admission letter but standing here in front of the mirror in my walk-in closet as I examined my outfit for the thousandth time, I could barely breathe. I told myself I didn’t care and I would not bother to try hard at all but when Mariam, one of the maids had told me that Atticus was around and Duke had requested that I make myself present in an hour, my body told a different story altogether. I hated that my body wasn't working with me as I tried to calm my nerves. The sweat in my palms seems to increase with every moment that passes despite the cold room. It was as if the air conditioner was no longer working or my body was rejecting the cold. I know I looked amazing but I had no intention to try and seduce the man just because I wanted him to treat me fairly. Atticus was not a stranger when it came to stunning women. I had seen pictures of him with