"Vanessa? What has Vanessa got to do with anything?" Armand asked.Carla, with a sly smile, leaned in and asked, "Armand, tell me honestly, was it because of your representative that you rejected me? Does she fulfill your desires better than I ever could?"Armand, taken aback by the audacity of her question, couldn't help but chuckle softly. He looked directly into her eyes, his gaze unwavering. "No, Carla," he replied firmly. "It had nothing to do with my representative."Carla's expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Then why, Armand? Why did you turn away from me when I tried to seduce you just now? Was it because I didn't treat you well during our marriage?"Armand sighed, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and frustration. "I'm surprised you're even asking me that question, but yes, Carla, it was precisely that. The way you treated me when we were married, the constant belittling and disrespect, made me realize how toxic our relationshi
"Carla, can I call you back?" Armand asked and without waiting for a reply, he hung up."Vanessa, you want me to go to the Charles Smith company? The last time I was there, I caught my wife with another man. My father in-law humiliated me in front of his cheating daughter and her lover. Also, Carla's secretary insulted me." Armand said."Yes Armand, I want you to go back there. Things have changed. They need your help now." Vanessa explained."If you say so." Picking up the phone, Armand called Carla again. "Carla," Armand's voice quivered with a mixture of fake regret and determination. "I owe you an apology. I'm sorry for abruptly ending our conversation earlier."There was a pause on the other end, a hesitant silence that seemed to stretch into eternity. Finally, Carla's voice emerged, "I appreciate your apology."Armand took a moment to gather his thoughts, aware that his next words held the power to shape the course of their interaction."Carla, I've been thinking about
Monday arrived soon. As the morning sun kissed the horizon, casting its warm, golden glow upon the world, Armand stood in front of his home, a sense of contentment and nostalgia washing over him. Dressed in his neatly pressed work attire, he couldn't help but smile as he reminisced about the beautiful weekend he had spent with Vanessa.The weekend had been a blissful escape from the hectic demands of their daily lives.With a dreamy look in his eyes, he absently grabbed his car keys and began to stroll towards the garage. Armand's heart swelled with affection as he replayed the moments they had spent exchanging playful banter as they discovered hidden nooks and crannies.His steps grew lighter as he recalled the joyous moments they had shared around. Armand marveled at the way Vanessa's eyes sparkled like the brightest constellations in the night sky, a reflection of the love and happiness they both felt.Reaching the garage, he paused to lean against the doorframe, his m
It was the start of a new day. The sun appeared as a radiant orb. As it rose higher, it brought a sense of renewal and energy to the start of the day.Armand stood at his garage's doorway. He smelled the familiar, intoxicating blend of rich, earthy undertones, mingling with notes of leather, fuel, and a hint of polished metal. But today felt strange. He felt both excited and worried.He hadn't driven himself in a long while. King, who had turned out to be his ever-reliable driver, had been the one behind the wheel for countless journeys. King's expert hands guided the car on the roads with such accuracy that Armand was used to it. When King drove, the car felt like a part of him, smoothly moving through traffic like a well-practiced dance.But today was the day of the interview and Armand had granted King the day off. Armand knew this was his chance to reclaim the driver's seat, to rekindle the sensation of control that had slowly faded in his absence.With a deep breath, Ar
"Tomorrow will arrive soon." Those were Vanessa's words the previous day after Armand had gotten off the phone with Charles.Indeed, tomorrow did arrive soon. Armand decided to arrive at the first loan company, Gifted hands, before Charles and Carla.He was waiting at the gate for them when they both arrived, looking at Carla, he could clearly tell she had dressed to impress him.She had on a well-fitted, tailored blazer and pencil skirt in a deep, rich red color.The blazer had a slightly low-cut V-neckline, revealing just a hint of skin, while maintaining a sophisticated silhouette. She paired it with tasteful heels, minimalistic jewelry, and subtle makeup. As they got closer, Armand broke into a fake smile."Armand, we can't thank you enough," Carla said, her voice a mixture of gratitude and amazement. She extended her arms for a hug, instead of reciprocating, Armand shook her hand instead.Charles's eyes shimmered with appreciation as he shook Armand's hand firmly. "Arm
Lily's eyes widened, caught off guard by the outburst. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she stammered an apology, her voice trembling. "I-I'm so sorry, ma'am."Unmoved by the apology, Carla's annoyance only seemed to deepen. She hissed under her breath, shooting a disdainful glance towards the still flustered Lily. Without another word, she pivoted on her heels, her designer shoes clicking against the floor, and strode away.Armand couldn't help but be amazed by the scene which had just unfolded, it looked like Carla was never going to change, she still looked down on those not on the social status as her, soon, she would have a taste of her own medicine.As Armand watched her walk toward him, he could bet that the dress she had on wasn't the same one she had worn to work in the morning.Crafted from a fabric that shimmers with an iridescent grace, the dress molded itself to the contours of Carla's body, leaving just enough to the imagination.Its neckline was a careful
Extending a hand, Armand helped King get back on his feet. Thankfully, not many people witnessed what had happened."I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you." Celine said."It's fine, Celine. I'm sorry for bumping into you too." King replied."Pardon me, but, what exactly are you doing here?" She asked.King was hesitant to answer, so Vanessa spoke on his behalf."He works for Armand.""Interesting." Celine replied, one eyebrow raised. "What exactly do you do for him?" She asked.""I... uh, I'm actually his driver." King answered, his voice softened and his shoulders slumped slightly. His gaze seemed to drop, and he avoided making direct eye contact with Celine."Oh my! What a shame. I heard about it, but I refused to believe it was true." She replied.She then leaned forward, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "King," she began, her tone cutting through the air, "I just can't understand how you've let yourself end up like this. Your father's company
However, their moment was interrupted by a voice from behind."What's going on here?" Carla asked.Both men untangled themselves from each other and turned to look at her."Nothing." Armand replied."That didn't look like nothing to me." Carla commented."It was just a hug." King said."A hug? Since when did drivers hug their bosses?" She inquired."King and I are more than boss and driver. We're friends." Armand answered.King's heart warmed as he heard Armand's words. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his eyes lit up with genuine happiness."I wasn't aware that the both of you are now friends." Carla said."You're not aware of a lot of things, Carla" Changing the topic, he asked "Do you need something?""Actually, I do. I need you." She answered in a flirtatious tone.With one last knowing look and nod in King's direction, Armand asked Carla to lead the way. Carla spurned in her heels and walked back into the party with Armand behind her.Carla's voice carr