I gazed at Victory's sleeping form lying next to me, my eyes roaming over her restful face, the steady rise and fall of her chest and pulled her close. I gave a quick peck on her temples before I lay myself down beside her.
I could get used to this.
Having her next to me, on my bed. Inhaling her scent of lavender and vanilla, basking in the warmth of her body, the softness of her curves moulding perfectly with my larger frame. I watched in adoration at the way her mouth parted when she sleeps, a soft snore escaping those pink plump lips.
My eyes drifted and slowly sleep overtook me.
Two hours later, a huge commotion roughly pulled me away from my slumber. I heard Victory shouting, "No!" at the top of her lungs and my body automatically bolted upright, my heart thumping wildly, my eyes wide as my sluggish brain tried to keep up, trying to piece things together and identify what was happening.
Where is she?
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"You are under arrest for the assault of Mr. Thomas Marshall." A deep male voice announced from behind the doorway. "Excuse me?" Arthur asked calmly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, pale blue eyes gazing steadily at the stranger in front of him. As usual, there was a mask of indifference on his face, his true feelings hidden,reserved only for a select handful,of which I am among one of the privileged. My head whipped up in shock and without me realising, my body had automatically risen from the armchair, moving in autopilot towards the door. My heart palpitated in fear and I can literally feel the blood draining from my face. What on earth did Arthur do last night after I had left the ballroom? "Arthur?" I enquired softly, suddenly finding myself next to him, my arms enclosed around his waist, fear reverberating through my body as I turned to observe the two burly police officers outside the door. "It's okay, honey bun.
Victory waited the whole day for Aaron to update her on Arthur's release. First, she paced around her apartment restlessly. Muttering incoherent words under her breath. Checking her phone every five seconds. Going over all the different scenarios in her head, picturing sordid thoughts of Arthur being tortured by unscrupulous police officers while in custody. Seconds slowly ticked into minutes. She played with Astor, bathed him, fed him, cleaned up his room, tidied his closet and took out all of his newborn clothes and put them in a box, marked for charity. Minutes painfully crawled into hours. She cleaned the apartment, rearranged the kitchen, reorganised the closet, gave out unused clothes to charity and completed everything in her to do list. And hours hauntingly morphed into days. Time seems to crawl agonisingly slow when you are lying in wait. And during that time, Victory was incredibly productive, she co
Arthur was sitting alone in a darkened corner booth, holding a glass of vodka in his hands. He was not garbed in his usual fancy designer suits. Like Victory, tonight Arthur was also on a mission. His thick dark hair was covered by a nondescript brown trucker cap, his face partially hidden in the shadows. He was wearing a navy blue buttoned down shirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. Like a speck of dust, he blended in with his surroundings, unnoticeable and uninteresting by those around him. He was sitting with his shoulders hunched over the table, giving the impression of someone who is drinking their problems away.Hisface was tense and a muscle was ticking impatiently under his jaw. His eyes were glittering with intensity as hequietly observed the scantily-clad crowd dancing in the nightclub, his expression unreadable. The nightclub that he was in had a huge dance floor in the middle and a raised platform with
It was past midnight and Victory was sitting cross-legged on her bed, lookingat her notes. She is closer to figuring out the double agent who's been working secretly with Marshall Media but she needed confirmation from both John and Jane, her private investigators. Until then, her only option is to keep her lips sealed. And besides, Arthur has yet to return so it's not like she has anyone to bounce her ideas with. She is in quite a predicament indeed. Her musings were interrupted by the buzzing of her phone, a familiar face appearing on the screen. Her face broke into a wide grin and she almost jumped with glee. "Hey, stranger." She answered, her voice sounding breathless and husky to her ears. "Where have you been?" "Hi, honey bun." Arthur's deep voice floated from the phone, causing her heart rate to spike up as warm, fuzzy feelings overtook her emotions. "Sorry for not calling sooner." His voice sounded remorseful, pained that h
That afternoon, Arthur was visiting his new apartment, inspecting the changes made by Samantha, his interior decorator. He stepped out of the elevator and was immediately greeted by cerulean walls, the colour that he had chosen for the foyer of the penthouse. Strolling into the living room, he surveyed the decor, his eyes trailing appreciatively over the new furniture, fittings and artwork.Samantha had just completed the finishing touches to the apartment and he wanted to make sure everything was designed according to his specifications. The empty living room is now furnished with caramel leather sofa, arranged artfully to face a feature fireplace which had been painted in white. The walls were painted in a soft buttermilk shade, creating a warm glow to the interior of the apartment. He had requested for the windows to be bare, void of curtains, to allow maximum sunlight to penetrate inside. Besides, the large terrace that encompasses the ex
Thoroughly disgusted and repulsed by Kate's unexpected move, Arthur pushed her away from him and bounded over the sofa, his long legs rushing to meet Victory who was standing shock-still in the foyer. "Honey bun?" He asked cautiously, his eyes roaming over Victory's face, uncertainty shimmering from his pale blue orbs, hesitant over what he should do next. His hands fisted at the sides of his body, he desperately wanted to touch her but was afraid that she would push him away. Victory stared coldly at Kate before her gaze trails to Arthur, her emerald green eyes glacial and filled with disdain. Her facial expression was filled with contempt, disgust reverberating in waves from her body, belying the true feelings that she felt inside. "Hello, Kate. I didn't notice you there." Her voice slithered smoothly, dismissing Kate's presence like a speck of dust, as a mere disturbance while blatantly ignoring the kiss that she had just observed between Kate and Ar
And just like that, the very next day Arthur picked up Astor and Susannah from my apartment and took all their belongings with him. He was so confident that I will follow suit that he cleaned up everything in both their rooms, insisting that they won't be coming to visit me as I will be coming to stay with him soon. He even offered me to let him bring my stuff as well but I was adamant for him to wait until after the third date. No mule is as stubborn as a Victory Sinclair. We were standing at the front door of my apartment, Susannah and Astor had left with Gerald and are waiting for Arthur in the car. I stared at his pale blue eyes while he stares into mine. Neither of us backs down, for we have arrived at an impasse. Which is weird because he wants me in his bed and I also want to be in his bed. No surprises there. The only thing holding me back is my insistence at going for the third date, simply because that is what we had agreed upon.
Red-faced and choking on my saliva, I ran out of the living room to my bedroom, muttering some lame excuse to Faith about not feeling well. My heart was pumping wildly, interlaced with fear and disbelief. Why did I have to say that? Why does my mouth always seem to get me in trouble? Urgh! I feel like punching myself, if that is even possible. I went to lie on my bed, trying to make sense of my thinking. Strange thoughts popped up like bubbles on the beach, one after another. I gave out a frustrated sigh, trying very hard not to pull out all of my hair, thoroughly annoyed at myself. As I was drowning myself in regret, my phone suddenly beeped, a message popping up on the screen. Relieved to have something to divert my attention, I picked up my phone. Arthur: "Do you want me to accompany you tonight, honey bun?" Speak of the devil and here he is. I huffed in annoyance, pursing my lips as I consider on ignoring the