Vivian feels her heart had turned into stone until she met Leslie Luthor. The circumstances surrounding their meeting will either draw her towards him or help solidify her already frozen heart. Leslie feels he is walking on clouds since he met Vivian, he is yet to see her baggage and the people behind it.
As she tiptoed to pick her black skirt, Vivian paused to sneak a peek at the well shaped ass she had grabbed few minutes ago. He was lying on his stomach and Vivian enjoyed the view she was getting. She tucked her now rumpled purple satin top into her skirt. She didn't want to walk pass the reception area of the Howard Hotel looking messy. She sighted her wristwatch by the bedside. Again, she tiptoed, Vivian wasn't one to enjoy the awkward good mornings after a steamy night with a stranger. Leslie wasn't really a stranger. He was just a new investor at her company.
She was done now and was a few inches to the door when she heard his deep velvety voice. "Is this supposed to be a hit and run".
Vivian turned to find Leslie lying face up and his head was not the only part of him that was up. Vivian had to drag her eyes away from his now erect rod, "I think you are misusing the word hit and run. it's usually for motorists", Vivian said her eyes now fixed on his. "After what just happened I would call you a well serviced Benz", Vivian just shook her head, this reminded her of why she snuck out after the deed was done, the awkward small talk after a night of steamy sex was never her thing.
"I haven't had the pleasure of riding a Mercedes, so I can't tell what a well serviced one would be like..." , "take it from my lips and the other Leslie", as he said that he slid his fingers down to it and held it at the head, "we really enjoyed the ride". Leslie was a 6 feet and 3 inches, Vivian guessed he was in his mid forties, his dark olive skin made his muscles and abs look so good. Her sister's upcoming engagement party had had her all tied up and Mr Leslie Luthor had been the perfect distraction.
Vivian dipped into her tool box to find her tried and trusted line. "I just didn't want to wake you... I have to rush home and feed my neighbour's parrot, it gets really noisy when he is not fed. I am looking after him for the weekend, my neighbour is out of town. Since you have my number just call me", and Vivian was out the door. Leslie had just experienced a whirlwind, he had felt her move around in the room. He had to frame up something to tell her, "hit and run" he said to himself, what a stupid thing to say Leslie thought as made his way to the bathroom.
Moments later, Vivian looked at herself one last time. It was going to be an exhausting afternoon. Her twin sister was coming in from London
with her fiancé, being her twin her mother always pitted them against themselves. If Victoria got something her mother expected even more from her. she was always the family screw-up. Vivian looked at her reflection in the mirror, her periwinkle blue silk wrap midi dress accentuated her curves, her raven black hair was piled up in a messy updo. She knew how much Kendra Moore hated messy hair, her mom hated anything messy. Every thing had to be perfect and well aligned, she was always the messy one. Victoria was the prim and prom twin. As she stepped out of her apartment , Vivian knew it was going to be long and emotionally draining lunch. When she drove in through the driveway she knew her mom had cleaned every inch of the place. Vivian couldn't tell
if her mother had a obsessive compulsive disorder or she couldn't move past what happened.
Nobody had suggested therapy to Kendra, everyone just avoided talking what happened.
It was a terrible experience for the whole family and she knew the sight of her served as a constant reminder, a very painful reminder.
Vivian must have sat at her car for about three minutes, she just couldn't bring herself to step down from the car and walk into her parent's home. Being around Kendra her mother was so difficult. Just as she was about to alight from the car, a email notification buzzed. Vivian was torn between disappointing her mother one last time and taking a peak at the email. She knew opening that email would change her plans and she was right.
"Treat as urgent and important", the email read. Vivian turned on the ignition, reversed and drove out. She would rather fill a basket with sand than spend more time than necessary with Regina, her mother. As she was hurrying to the elevator she caught her reflection on the elevator door. She had dressed to impress, Vivian didn't want to meet Veronica's soon to be husband looking like a hot mess. The tendrils from her updo teased her nape showcasing her oval face and beautiful neck . The periwinkle blue slik gown only teased at her sensational figure. It was a midi gown that showed the right amount of legs. Her well shaped legs were manicured and showcased in here Christian Loubiton silver strappy heels. She had a red lip and bluey, smokey eyes. As Vivian strode to the MD's office, she was totally unaware of how ravishing she looked.
"Vivian hold up, hold up," a voice she recognised to be Susan's called out from behind her. she turned to see Susan beckon on her from the break room. Vivian figured the MD could wait for a few minutes. Susan had been her confidant at Reginald and Sons. As the Personal Assistant to the Managing Director she had understood what working under pressure meant.
She had witnessed the company expand from a logistics company to include a transport company. The pressure sometimes has been overwhelming for Vivian but the pay has been rewarding. Reginald Jnr the Managing Director, is an intelligent business man but Reginald Snr was simply cut from a different cloth. He was unscrupulous and very calculating. The two have always been at loggerheads but that has not affected the running of the company so far.
"Vivian , you need to sit down for this", Susan said immediately Vivian walked into the room. She was all sweaty and clearly agitated.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
I pressed my lips against his and stole his sweet, savory taste, not ready to end the sweet moment. I licked my lips seductively and whispered. "Despite your age, I love you." Sarah was obsessed with the man of her dreams, despite knowing that their love was forbidden and would be disapproved by her father and others. She held onto the many beautiful dreams she had of being with him, wishing for them to come true. She found herself in love with her father's best friend, a very handsome man who had been rejected by his wife. Her desire was to show him what true love really meant. When her father received a job transfer,Sarah saw it as a perfect opportunity to be with him. The situation improved even more when she realized they would be living under the same roof.
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...