Seeing Harper retreating with fear, the young man by her side stepped forward to protect her. He cast a glare at James and puffed his smoke into James's face directly. It was Henry, Harper's first love.
“Who the fuck are you?” He asked, but James ignored his question. He couldn't take his gaze away from Harper.
"Hold on, you look familiar. Are you not James, Harper's Ex-husband? Oh shit! You're him!” he exclaimed and burst into laughter.
“What's up? I'm Henry, Harper's present lover. We're getting married soon, you heard didn't you?" Henry teased, but James didn't feel disturbed by his rants.
Instead, he decided to forget it all and walk away, but as he turned to leave, Henry pulled him back, getting in his path.
“Woo woo woo! Chillax bro. Where do you think you're going? I ain't done with you yet. You know I could ask you to pay for damaging my wife's phone, but I'll only be wasting my time because you can't afford it,” he said, and there was mocking laughter from the crowd behind.
James scoffed and shook his head slowly. “Didn't you just say you two were getting married soon? Which means you're not married yet. How come now she's your wife?" He asked, and Henry's face went blatantly dark.
His expression conveyed disdain and anger directed towards James, but James was so calm.
“If I were you, I would be careful with what I say. Words have consequences you know," Henry whispered in James's ear, and James chuckled.
“Well, doesn't that apply to you too?" He asked, and Henry couldn't hold back his anger this time. He pushed James in the chest, making him stagger backward a little, and the crowd cheered, while James laughed quietly.
“Forget it Henry, let's just go,” Harper jumped in, but Henry was too motivated by the crowd who were already cheering for a fight.
Seeing two security men rushing to the scene, James turned to walk away, but Henry charged at him from behind. This time, he was forced to defend himself.
Henry was very fast with his fist. He struck James with a swift punch, and the crowd went wild, but when he threw another, James was ready to go all in.
James easily avoided his fist, and a left hook knocked him off balance. He tried to balance his feet, but James was too skillful for him. James landed two blows on his face, and he collapsed swiftly and passed out.
“TKO!" A voice screamed from the crowd, and everybody began cheering for James. Harper rushed to Henry and tried to wake him up. With tears in her eyes, she stared at James, and James felt pity for her.
Seeing people mock her and Henry, he felt bad for what he had done. He gulped down the content of his throat and retreated slowly, his gaze still fixated on Harper's teary eyes.
“I'll find you, James! I'll make life unbearable for you, I promise. You fucking asshole!" She yelled, but her voice was cut short following her breakdown.
James scoffed and shook his head, a daring gesture asking her to go ahead and do her worst.
The security men came forward and helped Henry back to consciousness, and he flared up with his fists folded for action, darting his eyes around fearfully.
Harper pulled him back, and the mockery only got worse. Henry was bleeding from his nose.
On seeing James’s retreating figure, he fumed.
“James! I'm coming for you, I swear. You crazy piece of shit. You have no right to hit me. You're a nobody James, nobody!" He yelled, but his yelling only attracted more mockery from the crowd.
“Yo! You just got your ass whooped by nobody!" A lady from the crowd said, and everybody burst into laughter.
At this point, Harper couldn't endure it anymore. She held his hand and dragged him out of the place in embarrassment.
The following evening, James arrived at Emily's apartment at exactly 6:30 pm. They boarded an Uber, and Emily still had zero clue of where they were headed. After a few minutes drive, they drove into Hotel Duncan-Melo, a luxury hotel and one of the most prestigious in the country. As they alighted from the car, Emily froze, her gaze filled with joy and shock as she stared at the beautifully decorated building and luxury cars in the parking space. It was her first time in such a place. She darted her eyes around, and her reaction to the environment gave her away, and anybody would know that it was her first time.James stood by the side, watching her in admiration as she graced the atmosphere with absolute beauty.She stood with poise, her curvy figure elegantly accentuated by her flowing red gown that hugged her magnificent curves. Her skin had a natural, radiant glow, hinting at both vitality and softness. Dark, cascading hair framed her face, highlighting her captivating blue ey
The following morning, Emily woke up on the bed looking haggard. Her eyes were reddish and misted with unshed tears and her whole body was heating up with fever. After James dropped her off last night, she cried herself to sleep, knowing that she had lost her job.It was past 8 a.m. when she glanced at the clock with zero worries about work. There was no point rushing to get to the company after yesterday's event. She picked up her cell phone lying on the bed, and on the screen was an email from the company. It was a dismissal notice. She slid through, without bothering to check it out.“Fuck you, Harper!" She yelled out, expressing her deep pain. Her brows were furrowed deeply, casting a shadow over her anxious eyes that darted around the room as if searching for a way out. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and she occasionally bit her lower lip in a subconscious gesture of distress. The corners of her eyes were creased with lines of concern, and her gaze was distant, lost i
The early morning sun radiated through the curtains, gracing the beautiful luxury room with a superficial ambiance. Emily rose from the bed, darting her eyes around. She groaned and stretched tiredly. It was a new day, and part of her problems were solved. Two days ago, James had stopped her from leaving town. He prepared a luxury apartment in the city for her, an apartment far better than her old one. His actions sparked curiosity in her, and she began to question his status, but James had lied about having a rich friend who had always been supportive. He couldn't open up on his identity just yet. There were still some things he needed to catch up to. Following their newly found relationship, James found out a lot about Emily's background. At a very young age, Emily was already the breadwinner of her family. Her father was late and her mother battling with cancer. Her little brother was in school, and everything bestowed on her shoulders. James was surprised as to how she cou
James arrived at the Turbo Caramel Company in a cab. His sense of dressing qualified his aura. As he entered the building, Harper was the first person he saw. She was heading towards his direction, counting one foot in front of the other. James stood still, admiring the building and pretending not to have noticed her. When she was close enough, she stopped beside him. His dress code and glasses wouldn't let her identify him, but something seemed familiar.“Who're you, and what are you doing standing here? Don't you have a job or something?” She asked, and James shifted his gaze over to her. He scoffed and sighed deeply.He took off his glasses, exposing his face with a slight smile of satisfaction on his lips.“Hey, I'm just here to check how things are going in my company," he said, and Harper scoffed." James? You bastard!" She exclaimed in surprise."You've got balls. You think you can walk in here to see Emily whenever you want huh?” she shouted at him, drawing attention toward
The dazzling morning sunlight radiated through the curtains, as a tall muscular figure with a hassle jawline, and curly hair walked out of the bathroom basking in delight. It was James Crawford.He dashed for the bed, scrubbing his wet hair with a sparkling white towel on his hands. On the bed was a neatly ironed plain pair of trousers and a white T-shirt.He let out a deep sigh and jumped into the black trousers. Immediately, a deafening ringtone from the corner erupted. He sighed and walked over to the phone lying on the bed.“Not again,” he mumbled and picked up the call."What's the matter this time? I'm trying to get myself to work you know,” he stated, his voice expressing his displeasure.“Uhm… I'm sorry about that, boss,” came a feminine voice from the other end.“There's something you should know, and I think I should bring it to your notice as soon as possible," the lady continued. James sighed into the phone and shook his head.“Alright, you have my attention," he said, and
After Harper's speech, James was left standing in delight, as he watched her leave the stage with a round of applause from the congregation.He was excited believing that he was the best person in Harper's life. He was her Hero. He quickly packed up and rushed to the kitchen to clean himself up.As he entered the kitchen, he shut the door behind him and took his phone silently. He couldn't wait to surprise Harper. He dialed Rosalind’s number, and she picked up at the second ring.“Hi boss," she called out, and James cleared his throat. He darted his eyes to the door and moved towards the edge of the wall to avoid being heard.“Listen carefully, I need you to prepare a document for a transfer of shares of the Turbo Caramel Company. Send it over once you're done,” James instructed, and Rosalind exclaimed in shock; “what?!" She couldn't believe it. Turbo Caramel Company Ltd was the largest jewelry production company in the country and one of many of James's industries. "You heard me ri
James sat on the couch, his hands folded together and his jaw rested on the top while he stared into the air deep in thought. It was past 7 a.m., and he had been up the whole night.A squeaking sound from the door announced another party, but James didn't bother to look. The door opened, and Harper walked into the house holding her heels and handbag in her left hand. On seeing James looking haggard in distress, she walked to the couch by the side, and a freshly made burger was sitting on the table before her. She rolled her eyes and snorted angrily. “Are you kidding?” She questioned, casting a glare of disdain at him and scoffed.“How is this supposed to make me feel good? You should be more focused on working on your finances. That's what will make me feel good, not by making breakfasts for me,” she said in a disrespectful tone as she shook her head almost imperceptibly, a gesture that conveyed both resignation and disappointment.“You should step up and make real money, James. Com
Around 8 p.m. the same day, James returned staggering as he plodded towards the house. His face was filled with pain, his mind absent from his surroundings.He had just left the bar where had spent the whole day. Harper's actions dealt great damage to him as he lost hope in ever finding love.He got to the door, and something caught his attention. On the entrance was a blue bag, a traveling bag packed to the brim. He rolled his eyes and forced himself to consciousness. As he tried to confirm the bag, the door opened, revealing Harper and her angry mother. Their glare of disdain hung over their faces as if to shoot him through the eyes. A mere look at Harper, he realized that she had a bruise on her left cheek, that was a result of the slap he gave her. Immediately, he felt bad for his actions. Even though he was in pain for her betrayal, he blamed himself for slapping her so hard. “Hey baby, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you back. Please forgive me,” he said, his voice soothing a