All Chapters of A Plaything For CEO Blackwood: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I woke up in the morning to find Megan sleeping very close to me, her arm was on my body. I gently raised her arm and got off the bed, letting it rest on the bed. Staring at her for a few seconds, I turned around and headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth.My first day in Botswana was not that bad, aside from the stress of the day and the drama of the evening, everything went smoothly. I had met this African lady who worked at one of the bars, she was nice to me. I had learnt that she was of both Nigeria and South African descent, and I think she inherited the best of both sides.Her name was Ugochi and even after several attempts at pronouncing it correctly, I still suck. She wouldn’t stop laughing each time I pronounced it, perhaps something to do with my accent. With them, the pronunciations were just deeper.For some reason, I was glad that MB had left me behind, else I would have never gone down to that bar nor met my new friend. I caused quite a stare last night, I had at lea

“Hi,” the man said with a smile as he turned to face me. “Oh, so sorry. I thought you were someone else,” I apologized immediately. “It is alright, you mistook me for Mr. Blackwood, so I guess you work with him, right?” I squinted my eyes before nodding. “Not quite, it is more like work for him,” I huffed. “Wait, so you know Mr. Blackwood?” I asked curiously. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am part of the reason why he is here. You see I am the GM of the mining site for which he had come to Botswana.” “You mean the gate man?” I asked in genuine confusion He burst into laughter immediately. “No, I am the general manager, my name is Darky.” He introduced himself and offered a handshake. “Oh, I didn’t know there were two General managers,” I smiled and shook his hand. “I had only met the other one on Saturday, which is why I was confused when you said you were the GM.” He huffed and shook his head. “Yeah

** ** Omniscient narrator ** ** There was fear in Megan’s eyes as Mr. Blackwood slowly walked towards her, faced down with his hands dug into his pockets. Maybe she hadn’t thought this through, because what if he feels offended with her actions and chooses to fire her? “Mr. Blackwood, I….” she tried to speak immediately. “No, Megan…” He cut her short, with one finger up signaling her to hush. “I will go first,” he said calmly. Megan paused and swallowed hard. That is it! She was losing her job, she realized she had messed up, she should have been in better control of her emotions. “So… I just wanted to say that I acknowledge my mistakes that led to the unfortunate incident that occurred between us and I apologize for hurting your feelings in that manner, it was never intentional.” Megan’s eyes widened in disbelief. an apology from Mr. Blackwood? That was almost as difficult as putting a cow through a needle, how was th

After reaching an agreement with the locals, Mr. Blackwood had decided that they take the day off. His work in Botswana was already done but he has chosen to stay a few more days for sight-seeing before they depart for New York City. Right now, they were in an open-top vehicle at one of the many wildlife reserves in Botswana. Their Guide parked the car at the edge of the wildlife from where they intended to entertain their eyes. Originally, the plan was to drive through the savannah for a closer look of the wildlife but Megan was too scared to be anywhere close to a wild animal and so she opted to stay outside and fly a drone to capture the animals in their natural habitats. Anna, not wanting to be separated from her, had also decided to stand by the edge, forcing Mr. Blackwood to agree with them. They had spoiled his big plans and there was nothing he could do. As they all alighted from the vehicle, they were handed small binoculars for clearer view o

** Anna’s POV ** ** I was nervous as we walked into the room, the scent of his cologne hit me the moment I walked in. The room was cold and neatly arranged, I thought Mr. Blackwood restricted room service from being inside his room while we lodged, so who exactly did the cleaning? “Give me your hand.” He said softly, a little smile on his face. My heart jumped at the sound of that. “Um… okay…” I said reluctantly and then I put my hand in his own. “Good, now close your eyes.” He whispered. I wanted to refuse that but then I sighed, maybe I should just trust the process. “Fine,” I muttered and closed my eyes. He gently pulled me forward and then I heard his footsteps as he went behind me, I felt his hand on my waist and my body jumped nervously. “Shhh… relax,” he hushed in a comforting voice. I nodded and swallowed hard, he urged me forward to a point and then held me to stop. I felt his hand leave me