- NATALIE'S P.O.V
- It was a silent minute's drive to his house in the limo. I wasn't spoken to through the drive nor did I speak to him. This was the worst nightmare I have had in my life, and I earnestly wished I would wake up from whatever grief or trauma it is that is waiting for me. But that grief is one I know I wouldn't be able to escape since I am already married to Maverick. I had received a text from Taylor, he wanted to see me, but I ended up texting him back with a lie. I couldn't find any courage to tell him I am married to one of the known billionaires in America. How do I even find the courage to tell him? Will I ever see him again? There was no one to give me answers to my questions
- Maverick's house was a beautiful sight, and it gave me this sweet feeling of ease. Looking at the flowers and shrubs planted almost around the compound was something I can stand to look at all day. It was a beautiful and alive environment, a perfect one at that. Especially because I love everything that I see. Did my mother tell him what I love? She was very much capable of such. There was a specific spot that had a shady tree, a comfortable zone to sit in. A very good place to sit and maybe read during the summer periods because I love to read. The sight was so overwhelming that I'd forgotten what I needed to do and that was to get out of the car. Maverick had gone out, ignoring me and acting like I didn't exist or like I wasn't in the car with him. A normal gentleman would help the lady get out of the car, but it was sadly obvious, that the one I married isn't a gentleman after all. I sat still in the limo looking out through the opera window and taking in the feel of the environment.