All Chapters of His woman, his addiction: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I puffed out air abruptly feeling frazzled, but I did a good job composing myself. I traipse forward, dragged the chair backwards, and sat on it. I handed over my credentials to him without reluctance when he asked for them while he watched my movement like he was tracking down another way to slur me. I did not give him the prospect as I kept an emotionless face combined with a grim smile trying not to convey a rude self. I noticed a smirk plastered on his face from the side of my eye. It made my heart swell in anger. I dislike the way he makes me feel like he knows what is going through my mind. I have no reason to be mad at him but I felt entitled to that emotion after he ditched me all alone in that huge house. Maybe I was overreacting. I adjusted the waistband of my skirt even though it was unwarranted. I was becoming nervous with the way he was taking a long time to ask questions. He cleared his voice bracing up to begin his queries after he had satisfied his urges to go thro

Allie's POV Silence. We were all peacefully throwing gazes at each other as if waiting for the torpedo among us to clarify the situation. I racked my brain for the best retort to give Aaron who kept gaping from my legs to his chauffeur whose head is now bowed and hands folded like a kid caught at the moment he was about to steal meat from the pot of soup. "You can leave and be back tomorrow morning" Aaron dismissed, referring to his palpitating driver, Richard scampered out without hesitation or utterance. Aaron gave me an intense knowing stare before spinning around to leave. I clasped his arm not feeling settled regarding the fact that he did not say a phrase. He googled at my hand on his arm and I left it like it burnt me. I cleared my throat and voiced out what was on my mind, especially because Richard had told me what was reckoned to be a secret and I had spurred it out and now this, I wouldn't like to be the source of his misery. "I was the one that invited him to dinner.

My sleepy eyes flew wide open at the message. I firmly held the phone, in agitation and read it word by word and yet it was correctly typed. No typography error. My heart beat out of rhyme a few times, eyebrows tucked and a finger on my lips internally deliberating on those scribbled words, until I reasoned on the best rejoinder to resolve my dazed state of mind " He must have messaged the wrong person". I sighed with ease, put it in silent mode and pressed the off button. I stretched my hand to slot my phone on the couch horizontally positioned beside the low mattress but it vibrated before my hand could make contact with the divan. I grumbled irritatedly and forcefully swiped to read the message. I was already angry, as I fumed like he was here. "We are going on a date tomorrow. Come back earlier""On a date? Why me? What's my business with you, Mr Aaron? you have numerous women at the tip of your fingers." I scoffed, unbelievably, hunching my back to smoothen my top that had sq

It felt like my feet were glued on the spot, as I stood there, contemplating whether to glance or find my way to my room. My feet automatically swivel around and my body does the same. Curiosity kills the cat. It won't kill me if I sneak a peek right? The man who was holding the single microphone seemed to be the M.C. He eventually stopped talking, probably reigning praises on the other one in a suit who had finally sat on a high director chair with a standing microphone opposite him. I whetted my eyes at Aaron and realized the pompous fella was already sitting on a recliner, legs crossed on the other. His knuckles folded and positioned under his chin. He was watching the event with keen interest. I pointed my gaze back to the television when I silently heard, "the diamonds". It was at that moment, my ears stretched wide open and my appeal was poked. My core thud once, when I detected the feature of the man was familiar, the man sitting. Where? how? Austin?! realization dawned

Allie's POV Tuesday went by faster than I had deemed. I concealed my time and made myself gaudy with formulating slopes and satisfying sites for our next project. My next project. I also ensured to make an effort with our marketer on our marketing strategy. I have no idea when I will be appointed though, but I know sooner or later I wil. I need to prepare ahead. Recently, while I was going through some modeling documentaries. I longed to come across those that were employed on the same day as me. I hadn't set my eyes on them since then. I would love to know how they are fitting in. I grab my non-branded but favourite bag. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it, neatly hung on the marketer's rack. I straightened my skirt which had squeezed from seating for hours and grabbed my jacket. Thankfully I wasn't feeling exhausted like the previous day. Lydia darted her attention at me from her sitting position. She still has some work to deal with," Just some more minutes, pleas