Sean: I followed Sekani, toward our reserved table. It was located in the middle of the restaurant, a very good vantage point for anyone to recognize us both. Being popular had its perks and we were going to utilize it right now. Although I wasn't sure why she wanted us to go public or get married in the first place, I had to admit that it was fun to sit here and watch her stare at the menu, a few creases on her forehead as her eyes ran through the moss green card before her and when she looked up and caught me staring, instead of looking away like she would formerly have done, she stared right back at me with raised brows. "Is there something interesting on my face?" Blinking, I shook my head before picking up my menu card. "Apart from your pretty face, nothing else." "I'd appreciate it if you stopped using those cringe slurs. It makes my skin crawl." She replied tersely before going back to stare at the menu card. Shifting in my seat, I leaned forward. "You know we ha

Sekani: "Ma'am, we have arrived." I was seated at the back of the car, my feet clad in thigh-high boots and a bodycon dress that reached the tip of my boots. Around my body was a navy blue jacket. A pair of sunshades sat on my face, large enough to cover most of my eyes and brows. I knew fully well that this wasn't going to save me from the reporters trying to get information regarding the news that had surfaced on the internet. I hadn't expected it to circulate within a few hours. Hell, I'd expected everything to flood the media the next day or so when they were able to gather information but it seemed like the picture of us both kissing had sufficed for it all. Heaving a deep breath, I looked out of the window, through its tinted glasses and saw how swarmed up the entrance was. Several reporters with their cameras and mics up to pelter me with questions loitered about, creating a nuisance for the people going in and coming out. As much as that greatly annoyed me, I kne

SEKANI: With how things were starting to unfold, it was obvious that the people believed we were madly in love with each other. I'd seen posts on social media talking about us both and fawning over that one awkward picture of us both kissing and while all I wanted to do was take down every of that photo from every internet domain so I could at least, have a breath of fresh air, I knew I had to face the music. Thankfully, I made sure Mya was protected from the media and all that came with it. I'd asked her babysitter and her teachers at school to keep the news from her. I didn't want anyone asking her questions, knowing how popular I was amongst the mothers at school. It was one reason why I had desisted from attending their PTA meeting. It was obvious that at this point, I and Sean needed to appear before reporters in a press conference to talk about our relationship and where it was leading. Sheila had made that suggestion as she believed it was going to be faster to wrap

SEKANI: If anyone told me I'd be getting engaged today, I would have laughed at them and called them a fool whilst reminding them that men are nothing but scumbags. What are their use if I can get whatever I want? If I can be the woman I want to be? "Ma'am, I'd need you to close your eyes." The woman in charge of my makeup requests and I do so immediately, wishing I can die from here and cease to exist. But when I remember my precious Mya and the only reason living even makes sense, I know I have to sit tight and do this no matter how it makes me feel. To ruin Sean doesn't come as easy as I thought it would. Sitting here, all I can think of is how to bring him down. Raze him to the fucking ground and have him crawling and begging with the last ounce of his pride. So I sit tight, letting out a bright smile which I am sure the makeup artist would believe as me being happy to be engaged to the love of my life. Love of my life, my foot. As soon as she is done, the fashio

SEAN. Sekani remained stiff for most of this dance, not even maintaining eye contact with me. I literally had to beg her to look into my eyes so as not to pass the wrong message to people. Anyone could see this and conclude she was being forced into this. And when she did, it didn't even get to her eyes. I knew that it was best to give up so I did just that, beaming at her and trying to make up for her fake smile. As soon as the dance was over, her smile disappeared and she walked away from me, past the columns before disappearing into the dim halls. Thankfully, people were too busy doing other things to notice so I followed after her. "Sean!" I skidded to a halt and turned in the direction of whoever had called me to see a woman whom I didn't even recognize. Frowning slightly, I drew close enough to see it was someone I didn't recognize. A woman dressed in a black dinner gown and adorned with gold jewelry. "Do I by any chance know you?" I asked with raised brows as I