Earlier that day at the Herbal Twist Restaurant.
Wearing a hat over his head and dark sunglasses to cover his eyes, Kaleb Wright smirked at the sight of the woman who, for him, had the most beautiful espresso-colored eyes. Her straight and long dark brown hair cascaded down her back, and her smile easily brightened up his day.
"Hello, Mister Pooh, I see you wearing my favorite character again. What would you like to have?” Said Miss Beauty.
"I’ll have the usual hibiscus tea, please. Tha nk you,” Kaleb replied, and behind his dark-shaded glasses, he winked at her. Too bad she could not see it.
That was all he knew about her… that she was beautiful.
It was weeks ago that he discovered this restaurant and bar, a hidden gem in the heart of Braeton City. They served the best kinds of floral teas, which he had hoped to bring into the Diamond Hotels, the hotel chain belonging to their company.
Back then, When Kaleb first spotted the establishment, he was only wearing a polo shirt, and it rained upon his arrival. He found his bodyguard’s favorite Pooh Bear sweatshirt inside his Maybach and put it to good use. Who knew... it would be his new favorite, too?
That was how Miss Beauty came to know him as Mister Pooh. They never exchanged names. Both of them just minding their businesses, making friendly conversation as a customer and a server. Besides, Kaleb was not interested in finding a relationship, not just yet. Not when he had a son to consider.
Throughout the weeks, however, Kaleb became amazed by Miss Beauty’s kindness. In fact, on his second day of visit, he forgot his wallet in the car and while he promised to return with the payment, Miss Beauty said to him, "Don’t worry about it, Mister Pooh, it’s on the house.”
It wasn’t just him, though. He noticed how Miss Beauty was very kind to children. On one occasion, a mother brought her one-year-old baby to the restaurant, and he puked at Miss Beauty’s uniform, but that did not affect her negatively. Instead, she offered to help clean up the baby first.
Miss Beauty wasn’t only a beauty on the outside, but inside as well.
It was four in the afternoon and Kaleb was taking his afternoon break, an hour away from the company, just to have a sip of the sweet hibiscus tea. As usual, he was admiring the work of Miss Beauty when suddenly, a man called his name, "Mister Wright! Mister Wright!”
He instantly frowned, seeing that it was Boris, his son’s bodyguard. He brought Liam with him, too. He was quick to get up, leaving his tea unfinished. He left five dollars on the table and rushed to where they were standing.
Kaleb did not want anybody to recognize him, especially since he was wearing Boris’ Pooh Bear sweatshirt for crying out loud. This was the same reason he wore a cap over his head and dark sunglasses.
"What are you doing here? You know I have to return to the company. Kyle will call me nonstop after this,” Kaleb said, referring to his older brother.
"Your son does not want to go to the doctor. We are already late,” Boris said. “You know he only listens to you.”
Boris’ eyes wandered behind Kaleb and he said, “You know, Mister Wright. If you like Miss Beauty so much, you should just ask for her name… I really liked that sweatshirt -”
"Unwarranted advice… and I’ll buy you another Pooh Bear sweatshirt. In fact, I’ll buy you sweatshirts of all Winnie the Pooh Bear characters!” Kaleb countered.
"Ah, really, Mister Wright? My wife really likes Piglet and Eeyore too,” Boris, a tall and muscled man, said, his eyes showing a hint of excitement with the idea.
It really was baffling to Kaleb how his bodyguard was fond of the Disney Show. Boris claimed it was a favorite of his wife, but Kaleb doubted that. Still, he was good at what he did. He may be a softy on the inside, but he was all muscles and a black belter in martial arts. He was the best bodyguard for him and for his son, Liam.
He sighed, shaking his head, and ordered, "Go get the car.”
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” Boris said, dashing outside the restaurant.
Seeing Boris flee, Kaleb looked down at Liam. He was exploring the restaurant lobby, studying the teapots and various vases on display. He called, "Liam?”
"Dad? I don’t want to go to the doctor,” his son said before he stood still and crossed his little arms against his chest.
Kaleb sighed. He took off his sunglasses and said, "Liam, you know it’s good for you? It is not the same as when you were in the hospital. I promise.”
Despite his father’s assurance, Liam just groaned and turned to the wall in objection.
He knew the reason Liam was afraid of needles. It was six months ago when he got sick with pneumonia, resulting in the boy staying in the hospital for two full weeks. Since then, Liam hated needles.
Kaleb was about to enumerate the benefits of getting his vaccine when, from the corner of his eye, he saw Miss Beauty come out of the kitchen. For a moment, he swore, she glanced to where he had earlier settled.
A smile formed on his face, wondering if Miss Beauty was eager to find him. Barely a whisper, he muttered, “Maybe it’s time to introduce myself. She might actually like Liam too.”
"Ah, Mister Wright? Ready to go?” He shifted his gaze to the door and found Boris.
"Yes, let’s go. Liam is with you?” Kaleb asked, calmly looking at Boris.
"Ah.” Boris frowned and replied, “I - I just got here, Mister Wright. Wasn’t he with you?”
The words that left Boris’ mouth echoed in Kaleb’s head and it made him turn frantically in every direction. His eyes quickly scanned the insides of the restaurant and when he did not find Liam, he approached the receptionist and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a young boy of this height? He was just with me a moment ago.”
"Um.” The receptionist was uncertain. Her mind was playing tricks on her, considering how many young boys she had seen that afternoon. She answered, "I think… he went outside. Yes, that’s right. He went outside.”
Without giving it much thought, both Boris and Kaleb dashed outside of the streets in search of Liam. Covering nearby buildings, they divided the pursuit. Kaleb also went as far as calling other security from the Wright Diamond Corporation to help look for his son.
After a lengthy effort, Kaleb returned home, hoping, just hoping, Liam found his way to the penthouse.
"Boris! Did you find him? How could you lose sight of him? You know how he is sometimes!” From inside the penthouse of the Third Diamond Hotel, Kaleb was frantically putting the blame on his son’s bodyguard, Boris. His fingers repeatedly dug through his hot-toffee hair, and his chiseled jaws became clenched in despair.
"Me?” Boris was puzzled, pointing a finger at himself. “Wasn’t it you? Because you kept on staring at Miss Beauty?”
"Argghh!” Kaleb groaned, following the sarcasm that rolled off Boris’ tongue. He knew inside, he was at fault. His proud self just could not admit it.
"Let’s call the police. It had been a good two hours! This situation is already scaring me.” Kaleb suggested, his voice intensifying.
"Sir! There is a lady downstairs with Liam. She found him, and she wants to bring him up in person,” another one of his security said, whose ears were on the phone clearly from having been alerted by the hotel staff.
Dead air fell upon them, with everyone in the penthouse absorbing the good news.
Kaleb’s chest was earlier congesting with worry, but hearing the report, he gathered air into his lungs profusely, his eyes closed before he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God! Let them up.”
Heartbeats later, Kaleb’s tall frame was pacing back and forth, right in front of the door. He snapped in the direction of the other member of his aide and asked, "Are you sure they are on their way up?”
"Yes, Mister Wright. The hotel’s head of security is bringing them in,” it was Boris who said in response.
Eventually, the doorbell rang, and Kaleb took a full turn, opening the door excitedly. Much to his surprise, a familiar woman was standing before him, holding his son. She was looking at him, more specifically his sweatshirt, since he no longer had his cap and shades on.
"Mister Pooh?” Beauty asked, and by the look on her face, he could tell she was very bewildered.
"Miss Beauty?” He answered back unwittingly.
Silence engulfed them for a good second before the woman clarified, "You call me Miss Beauty?”
Kaleb could not help but hiss at having been found out. How could he explain it to her now? "Ah, yes, I heard a customer call you Beauty. I assume that’s your name. Are you... Miss Beauty?”
“Liam! You got us all worried, son!” setting aside the presence of one, Miss Beauty, Kaleb leveled with Liam. He pulled him abruptly into his embrace and took pleasure in his arrival. He was feeling him, smelling him until he cupped his face, saying, “Why did you do that, Liam? You could have gotten hurt, or -” Kaleb stopped himself at the thought of Liam being taken. Considering his family’s wealth, that was not too far from possible. He gulped and pleaded, “Please, don’t do that, ever again. Do you understand me? I don’t know what I would do if anything bad happened to you.” Liam’s arms returned his father’s hold. He took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, daddy.” His green eyes wandered to Boris and asked for an apology, “I’m sorry, uncle Boris. I - I did not want to have my injection. I wanted to hide. Don’t worry. I wasn’t hurt. I was with her.” It was as if it took all of him to resume, “I promise not to do it again.” Kaleb was stunned. Liam had the tendency to push whatever
The next day, Kaleb was busy at work, listening to a new investment proposal from inside a conference room at the Wright Diamond Corporation. He noticed his phone vibrating inside the pocket of his trousers, but considering how important the meeting was, he ignored the calls. After some time, however, the trunk line to the conference rang, disturbing the presentation. Kaleb’s eyes narrowed, wondering how important it was for his assistant to forward the call. No one else knew about the meeting, except for his assistant, and of course, the CEO, his brother. One of the managers took the call, and then he turned to Kaleb. "Mister Wright, it’s an emergency from the Third Diamond Hotel.” 'Emergency?’ Kaleb took a second to grab the handset and another moment to scan the team of employees who were equally curious about the emergency. “Hello." "Mister Wright. I’m very sorry to disturb you, but we have a situation.” Kaleb was familiar with the voice of the hotel’s General Manager, Miste
Heading back to the parking lot, Scarlett bit her lip at the sight of the splendid car. She pursed her lips and thought, ‘This may very be… my only chance to get a picture of this baby.’ Turning to Kaleb and Liam, she asked, “Can I possibly get a picture with the car?” She pouted and reasoned, “I really love this car. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this in the past.” Kaleb smirked. He replied, “You love the car? How about...” He coughed, covering his mouth, and faintly resumed, “the owner?” “What?” Out of excitement, Scarlett missed his last word. Liam, however, heard it perfectly. He said to Scarlett, “My beauty, who do you love more, the car or me?” Scarlett just could not help but be amused by the young man. She snorted as she laughed at his cute bluntness. She lowered her gaze and pinched his adorable cheek, saying, “Of course, you are the cute one. I’d choose you over the car on any day!” Liam reflecte
Scarlett’s heart was galloping profoundly. Her breaths were heavy against Kaleb’s frame, and the fluttering feeling in her stomach was going wild. She might have escaped from Luca that evening, but she may very well get a heart attack from this strange excitement she was riding out. As the tip of her nose brushed against Kaleb’s inviting neck, she took a good whiff of his spicy cologne, and that further added to the static that ran through her body. ‘God, I feel so hot,’ she thought silently. ‘How long have I been in his hold? How long did it take for them to leave this hallway? Seriously!’ She sucked in a breath and use everything in her willpower to free herself from what it felt like a spell, binding her toward Kaleb. Faintly, she managed to find the words to say, “They should be gone by now. It’s already been what? Five minutes?” It was as if she heard the man groan, but Kaleb quickly coughed, pulling away. He responded, “Yes, they are gone now. Damn, who walks that slow? That
“So, Mister Wright? Will you allow Liam to be friends with Scarlett, despite what you have learned about her?” Boris asked, his brow raised with curiosity. “With the time I have spent observing her at the restaurant, Boris, I sensed she has a noble character. Maybe she made a mistake. Maybe her mistake was that she tried to fight for her past relationship. We don’t know for sure. Until I get her side of the story, I won’t judge her," Kaleb sighed and suggested. “Still, a single or a few mistakes do not define us. For those who learn from mistakes, it molds them into a better person.” Kaleb’s eyes narrowed, thinking about the words that Scarlett said in the car. She mentioned how Luca and Courtney were part of her past that she wished she had never had. He concluded how she regretted whatever happened or regretted getting involved with them. “I made many mistakes, Boris, but my mother and father never stopped being my parents. If there is some truth, even for a little to the accus
Earlier that evening. “What’s your name, darling? You are beautiful,” said the man who was introduced to Scarlett as Mister Sanders. He was the president of a small enterprise, a group of hardware stores, to be exact. Scarlett had never served the VIP rooms at the Herbal Twists Restaurant. Management only gave the opportunity to the tenured attendants. She had heard that VIP guests gave a lot of tips. On one occasion, her co-worker was rewarded with two thousand dollars. She never understood how one could give such a generous tip. However, Scarlett also heard stories about how customers were a little too demanding. Thus, she never looked forward to getting those extra tips. This time, however, she was forced into the situation. A few days ago, she brought Liam home without the approval of her boss. Now, she had to choose between getting fired and serving VIP guests. “I said! What’s your name?” Mister Sanders repeated, alerting Scarlett completely. “My name is Scarlett,” she cur
“Scarlett, I don’t think it’s wise to go to your house. I heard Mister Sanders sent some people to your address. I have your wallet and your phone. We can meet tomorrow and I can give it to you.” A friend of Scarlett's at work said over the phone. Since she fled the restaurant earlier in a hurry, she left her belongings in her locker. Thankfully, her co-worker was kind enough to take it for her. “Thank you, Dale. I owe you one. I will contact you again when I collect my things,” Scarlett said before bidding goodbye. She handed the phone to Kaleb, saying, “Thank you for letting me use your phone.” “You are welcome, Scarlett,” Kaleb answered. Pointing to the door leading to the bathroom, he suggested, “Take a warm shower so you won’t get sick. I have asked the hotel manager to buy a dress and shoes for you to wear.” “Okay, thank you, Kaleb. I am so grateful,” she said before seeing the man leave the room. *** Two hours later. Wearing a yellow floral sundress, Scarlett scoute
“Right here?” Scarlett said, her slender fingers massaging Kaleb’s sexy back. “Yeah, right there,” Kaleb lazily replied, his back arching in her direction, his slender waist was on display for her. Scarlett swore, Kaleb's voice was equally sinful. Even as he repeatedly groaned with her massage, Scarlett thought of them as sexy moans. She was sitting behind him on the living room sofa, relieving him from the ache of having carried her all the way up to his penthouse. “I think I have a slight headache too. Do you mind massaging my forehead?” Kaleb asked. Who was she to say no? Of course, she agreed, cautiously. “Sure -” Kaleb was quick to lay on his back that Scarlett retreated to the edge of the sofa, his head landing on her lap. Scarlett’s eyes beamed, seeing the fine curves of his chest. Kaleb was not buffed, but he had broad shoulders, a good amount of muscles on his chest, all the way down to the sharp “V” on his abdomen. She wound up huffing and puffing at the sight of