MONIQUE
He was tall, his dark hair slightly tousled, and his gray eyes held an intensity that was both unnerving and captivating. It was also quite obvious that he was wealthy, seeing how he was dressed and his aura alone. But his appearance and potential wealth weren't my concerns right now. My priority was figuring out if I was putting myself in danger by following him.I spoke up, my voice laced with skepticism. "Who are you? Why are you helping me?" I asked.The man sighed, his gaze meeting mine. "My name is Gavin Jones," he replied, his voice steady. He reached into his wallet and retrieved a card, holding it out to me. "Here," he says. "Take a look. I mean you no harm."I took the card from him, my eyes scanning the details. It confirmed his name as Gavin Romano, but it doesn't provide me with any further explanation. My mind raced, contemplating the risks of accepting a ride from him. Yet, considering the circumstances and the fact that he had already helped me, I decided to take a chance.Reluctantly, I stepped toward the car. Gavin opened the door for me, his gaze steady and reassuring. I climbed inside, my instincts telling me to remain cautious but also acknowledging the possibility that he may genuinely want to assist me.As the car glides through the night, the silence hangs heavy between us. I could feel Gavin's eyes on me, assessing my state of mind. Finally, I turn to face him, needing answers."Why did you help me back there?" I asked. Gavin's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his voice calm as he replied, "It was clear that you needed help, Monique. And in that moment, I felt compelled to offer it. There is no ulterior motive or hidden agenda, so you have nothing to worry about."“By the way, where do you want to go?” Gavin asked."Anywhere but home," I murmured. "I don't want to be alone with my thoughts." I paused before adding, "I could also use a drink."Gavin's expression softened at my words; there was a hint of understanding in his eyes. He let out a sigh, and with a subtle hand gesture, he signaled his driver to turn the car around. "Where are we going?" I asked.There was a strange familiarity in Gavin's demeanor, as if he knew more about me than he should. It was even a surprise that he already knew my name back at the wedding hall, and it nagged at the back of my mind, but I dismissed the thought, convincing myself that it didn't matter."I'm taking you somewhere you can get a drink," he replied smoothly, his tone gentle. "You said you wanted one, didn't you?"I let out a tired laugh, the sound devoid of genuine amusement. "Yes, I suppose I did," I replied. The need to drown my sorrows seemed almost unbearable, and I found strange comfort in the idea of numbing my pain, at least temporarily.After what seemed like an eternity, the car came to a halt in front of a magnificent hotel named Sky Hotel. Confusion furrowed my brow as I glanced at Gavin, questioning his choice of destination. "Why have you brought me to a hotel?"Gavin chuckled lightly, warmth in his eyes. "No, no. It's not what you're thinking," he assured me. "This hotel is mine, and it has a bar where you can get the drink you want. I just want to make sure you're in a safe environment."As Gavin helped me out of the car, my eyes swept across the grandeur of the hotel's entrance. I took notice of the employees and their respectful bows in Gavin's direction. It becomes apparent that he wasn't lying; he truly does own this place. With a tired sigh, I followed Gavin into the hotel, and he guided me towards the bar.The bartender looked up as we approached, his eyes widening in recognition. "Mr. Romano," he said, his voice a blend of respect and familiarity. "What can I get for you today?"Gavin smiled warmly at the bartender before turning his attention towards me. "What would you like, Monique?" he asked, his voice gentle.I pondered for a moment, contemplating my options. Finally, I responded softly, "A glass of red wine, please." As the red liquid swirled around in my glass, I found myself staring at it angrily. The bitterness of the wine seemed to mirror the bitterness that engulfed my soul, and with each sip, a bitter curse would escape my lips, directed at Whitney and Cole, the scums who had betrayed me and ruined my life. Gavin sat beside me, his own glass held lightly in his hand. He had initially been reluctant to drink, but after some convincing, he decided to join me. I watched as his eyes lingered on me, concern etched on his face."They deserve every curse you throw at them," he said softly, his voice tinged with sympathy. "But I'd rather you not let it dictate your actions." I scoffed, taking another swig of the wine. "Easy for you to say," I grumbled. "You haven't experienced the betrayal or the heartache. So don't tell me how to feel." We sat in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. The more I drank, the louder my curses became, the venom in my words growing with each passing moment.But as the bottle emptied, signs of my intoxication began to surface. My words slurred, and my vision blurred. The room seemed to spin as the alcohol consumed me. With a hazy determination, I reached for the empty bottle, my drunken mind craving more.Gavin's firm grip on my wrist startled me. He gently pried the bottle away, his expression stern. "That's enough, Monique," he said firmly. "You've had too much already."I pouted; my vision blurred as I tried to focus on his face. "I'm fine," I insisted drunkenly, my voice laced with defiance. "I want another bottle."But Gavin wouldn't budge. "No, you've had more than enough," he said firmly, his voice brooking no argument.A wave of fatigue washed over me, overpowering my determination to continue drinking. With a heavy sigh, I relented, realizing that he was right. It was time to call it a night. I allowed myself to be swept up in Gavin's arms as he noticed my stumbling state. My arm wrapped around his neck, seeking support as he carried me out of the bar.Awareness flickered in me, despite the haze of intoxication. I felt us move through the corridors until I felt my head collide with what felt like a pillow. I sat up with a groan, the effects of the alcohol still making me a little hazy. Blinking slowly, I found myself in a comfortable bed, engulfed in warm covers. My eyes were drawn to the figure standing near the door. Gavin turned, his gaze falling on me. Concerned, he took a step towards the bed. "Are you alright, Monique?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.I reached out, my hand grasping his arm, before rational thought could intervene. His warmth provided a strange comfort amidst the chaos in me—the chaos of betrayal, heartbreak, and loneliness. Without thinking, I spoke daringly, my voice barely above a whisper."Stay with me," I murmured, my vulnerability seeping through my words. "I don't want to be alone." Gavin's expression flickered with surprise, his concern shifting to a mix of uncertainty and longing. He met my gaze, his eyes searching for something I couldn't quite decipher. And in that single moment, my instinct took over. I pulled him down, meeting him halfway in a desperate, intoxicated kiss.MONIQUESilent moans escaped my lips from pleasure as Gavin thrust into me. As time went by, he quickened his pace and I moaned out loud from the immense pleasure.That kiss led to a full make-out scene and soon we were tearing each other clothes. I wasn't one to have random sex so I wasn't sure what gave me the courage. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the sexual tension I felt from Gavin's presence but either way, I loved it.The way he touched me made me shiver and when he started to thrust into me, I left planet Earth and into a world where I only saw the stars."Fuck!" I heard him groan as he thrust fast and hard into me.In no time, my legs began to shake from the pleasure I felt. "I'm coming.""I'm coming too," he replied, pounding deep into me, and in no time we came but he came on top of my stomach as he had no condom on. I tried to even my breath while Gavin walked away.He returned shortly with a wet towel and cleaned me up. I gave into darkness.I opened my eyelids from t
Chapter FOUR — The Birth of Monica Jones I stood in front of the mirror, the image of a bride adorned in white gazing back at me. The ivory silk cascaded around my form, alongside the lace detailing that accentuated the curves of my body. I couldn't deny the sheer beauty of the wedding dress, which hugged me snugly. It was a stark contrast to the dress I had worn on my ill-fated wedding day with that bastard Cole—a day that now felt like a distant, painful memory.Nervous energy coiled in me, with unease knotting my stomach as doubt crept into my mind. Was I really doing the right thing? Marrying a man I barely knew, all in the name of revenge? Could I really trust Gavin's words, a man whose real intentions were still a mystery to me?A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I examined my reflection, the uncertainty in my eyes staring back at me. The dress may have been exquisite, but the seriousness of my decision suddenly felt like a heavy burden on my shoulders. The thought of becoming a
MONIQUEAll through the ride to Gavin's place, he and I said no words to one another.I looked out through the window watching the pedestrians on the street walking in the cold night."We are here," I heard Gavin say.I stepped out of the limousine and was met with a big fancy white mansion. There were six guards and six maids all dressed in a corporate outfit waiting at the entrance.Gavin came and stood beside me. He gave me his hand to take and I linked my arms with his."Welcome home wifey," he uttered beside me."Home," I uttered, the word sounded foreign to me. I used to love that word, back when I was in love and happy with Cole but then he shattered my heart and threw me out like nothing. Thinking about it only brought back the pain I had managed to suppress."Let's go." He said.We both walked past the maids and guards and into the white mansion. My eyes lit up in amusement from the interiors of the mansion. It is the most beautiful house I've ever seen. A gold chandelier
Monique Gavin and I were seated in the backseat of the car, and I lazily stared out the window. Earlier this morning, he had suddenly asked me to get dressed in formal attire, mentioning that he had somewhere to take me, but when I asked him where it was, he refused to say anything. According to him, this was going to be his wedding gift to me and a way for him to show how committed he was to proving that he meant it when he said he'd help me get revenge. I was genuinely taken aback when he said that earlier, but instead of dwelling on it, I reminded myself not to be fooled or get carried away. As the driver kept driving without stopping, I became even more restless and impatient. I threw a glance at Gavin, before questioning how long this was going to take. "I know you said it's a surprise, or whatever, but can't you please just tell me where we're headed now? I can't stand not knowing anymore." Gavin chuckled softly, his amusement evident in his eyes. "Ah, Monique, I didn't p
THIRD PERSON POV"Do you have an idea why Mr. Jones called for this urgent meeting?" The shareholders and investors of Cole's company whispered amongst themselves as they waited for Gavin to show up. Last night, Gavin had called for a shareholder meeting wanting to tell them something important.Cole on the other hand was pressed. He had no idea as to why Gavin, the biggest shareholder at his company would request they all assembled. Cole constantly kept looking in the direction of the door while expecting Gavin because he felt nervous in the pit of his stomach. Gavin wasn't one to just call for a meeting and for him to do so, it was serious.The door opened suddenly and Gavin walked in with his assistant behind him."Hello, gentlemen. I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting," Gavin said the minute he stood before the shareholders and investors who were waiting for him.He looked around the room and once his eyes set on Cole he smiled. He had called this meeting because he had somethi
Monique's pov "Did you see the look on that idiot's face?" I laughed as Gavin and I walked out of the company and back to the car. "He looked absolutely mortified." The look on his face earlier had made me so happy because I could tell that Cole was both horrified and pissed off. I'm pretty sure the last thing he was expecting was for me to show up at his workplace and suddenly be announced as his boss, and the fact that Gavin had given me such a perfect wedding gift made my heart leap for joy. "Someone seems ecstatic," Gavin said, opening my side of the door for me. I looked up at his towering figure, and with a smile on my face, I responded. "And it's all thanks to you," I winked before entering the car. For some reason, Gavin seemed to have frozen up, because instead of turning around and getting inside the car, he simply stood frozen by my side of the door. "Aren't you getting in?" I asked with a confused look on my face. Instead of responding directly to me, Gavin wou
MONIQUEAfter he dropped me off, he drove off without saying anything and I’ve been staring at my wristwatch every hour to know what the time was.I hated that I was bothered but I couldn’t help it. As much as I was angry at him, I also had my part to play because I recall clearly what our agreement was but I just didn’t think it was going to be this way. The day soon began to lose its brightness signaling that nighttime was coming and I saw no headlights of Gavin. I wanted to pick up my phone and call him but my pride wouldn’t allow me to. Eight o’clock, nine o’clock, ten o’clock and I gave it up and called him. I dialed his number, it rang but no response. I dialed his number again for the second time and the same response. I gave up and decided to sleep and wasn’t responsible for him but I couldn’t. I tossed and turned on the bed, pleading for my body to listen to me and sleep but it didn’t happen.“Sleep, Monique! Sleep for fuck sake! He’s a grown-ass man and he will be fine so
Monique I was restless. I tried everything I could to stop thinking about the conversation that Gavin and I had earlier today, but no matter how many times I tried, I couldn't help it. To make things worse, I couldn't resume work just yet since it would be strange for me to start working immediately after my wedding to Gavin, so what that meant was that I was stuck in the house for the time being, and so was Gavin. I haven't left my room since our conversation, mostly because I didn't want to run into him and also because I didn't want to end up giving in to him. I already tried considering the idea of going on a honeymoon with him, but no matter how many times I thought it over, it was still a bad idea. Feeling frustrated, I let out a tired sigh, wondering how long I would have to stay cooped up in here. My room was already starting to feel a little bit suffocating. I honestly wanted to take a walk around the house and see for myself how big the place was since I haven't don