He Fell In Love Again

“Mr. Radcliffe will see you now,” his secretary, Miss Havilah said to the young lady who had been sitting outside the boss’ office for close to two hours. Tasha was not in her Sunday best but she had managed to get the wrinkles out of her pleated skirt and her shirt was starched till it was as stiff as a snobbish old lady. She had been afraid that the security would not let her in considering how poorly dressed she was. Every now and then, she pushed her thick glasses up her nose, playing with her fingers too out of anxiety. From the newspapers and internet business news, Mr Radcliffe was definitely not an ordinary man. She wondered how her father could have known such a powerful man as Nelson Radcliffe. “Thank you,” she murmured and gradually got on her feet. She clutched her purse close to her chest, looking as petrified as a chick. Her heels were broken from the impact of jumping off the bus and they clacked noisily against the milky tiles. Her embarrassment doubled when necks tur

Chapter 3 On her way home, Tasha reminiscened the events that had taken place in Mr Radcliffe’s office. Prior to entering his office, the notion of marriage had never crossed her mind. Many a young woman would jump at the idea of being a billionaire’s wife but Tasha was old-fashioned when it came to issues of the heart. She believed that a marriage was to be built on love, not on material fantasies. Yet, she had just sold herself to save her family from ruin. It was a sacrifice she could not term selfless because she was totally against it. She was not interested in the trinkets he would give her because the jewelries would not compare to the love he could not give her. “Tell Spencer that the deal is done. You can take a copy of the agreement to him as evidence. His presence is required so that we can discuss the marriage date as soon as possible. Everyone will think that it is an arranged marriage so you are to pretend that we are in love. I believe you should be good at that judg

The weather was perfect, cloudy and humid, just right for an outdoor wedding. It was true that only her immediate family was invited and although she missed her best friend, Virginia, it was partially glad that none of their classmates were present. She had been the brightest in class back then and the student with the highest potential of continuing her education. However, she sat in a wedding chamber, fanning herself nervously though she was not feeling hot. The ivory ribbed dress was fitted to her like a second skin and the diamond teardrops on her ears were worth a fortune. Any woman would be happy, knowing the luxurious life that awaited her, any woman but Mrs Tasha King–Radcliffe. Nelson sat beside her, his fake smile gone from his lips and an indifferent mask on his face. He was a better actor than she could attempt and he had to subtly pinch her at her elbow to remind her to smile whenever a camera passed by. She was sick of the pretence and her cheeks hurt from smiling all

Nelson held the door, sticking his head into the room. Tasha forgot to lock the door. Her entire system tremors as she ruffled her phone under the duvet. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, trying to hide her tears. She bent her head as she look at the floor. Maintaining eye contact with Nelson at this moment will mean trouble and another round of slandering utterances. An awkward moment of silence spurted through the four edges of the room. Nelson walked towards Tasha - eyes fixed on her. He was irritated moments ago when he first walked in, but now the disgruntled look on his face could terrify a lion. He stood a few inches close to her. "You...!" A sinister grin curled on his spherical lips. He leaned close to Tasha - his height same as hers as he spotted beside her. "You hate me?" He screeched. His words sounded more like a statement than a question. Tasha had her heart wafting on her tongue, not knowing what reply to give. It was flagrant that he eavesdropped on her

Tasha huffed at the view in front of her. Her lips formed an orbit. Her hand trembled on the door, as she tightened her grip on it. Nelson scurried to cover himself with the duvet, even though his entire body was covered in sweat. Bella wasn't fully naked - her skirts were flapped upward during the quickie. She ran into the bathroom the moment Tasha stepped into the room, leaving Nelson to deal with the embarrassing situation. "I...I'm sorry" Tasha stuttered, breaking the awkward stillness. Tasha squinted her eyes, not knowing what to do. Either slam the door and walk away or dash toward Nelson and dab his sweaty face with slaps. Nelson let out a sharp breath. He wiped a streak of sweat that trickled down to his eyebrows - unable to utter a word. Tasha gently closed the door - she strode back to her room, her heart boiling in extreme anger. Bella announced earlier that lunch will be ready in ten minutes, and within the next five minutes, she was fucking Nelson. Tasha tried to proc