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A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER SIXTY SIX
JEMIMA’S POV "Can you just quit it, Arrow." I shouted at him, my voice desperate, and the sound waves carrying some of my vexation back to me through the walls. Desire consumed me, a fiery inferno of hunger raging through my being, arousal tingling all over my skin. "I was building my case," I admitted, my words spilling out in a rush as I put my hands down on my wet thighs. Juice was trickling down from there, sweet and sticky evidence for my reasoning. I licked my finger, letting my tongue graze the wetness of my arousal as the salty sweetness burst on my tongue. "Can we just have sex, please?" I begged, my voice thick with need. "No one is watching," I added, looking deep into his eyes, feeling the heat of my stare and the dilation of my pupils with desire. I squatted slowly down on the floor, deliberately bringing my hands to pull down his pants. My fingers brushed lightly over his skin, sending shivers running down my spine. Arrow, however, would have none of this. Imme
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JEMIMA’S POV Arrow lay beside me, sweet and tender after all, sorely consumed with lust, his body languid across mine, as he slipped into dreams, the look of serenity etched on his sleeping visage, his eyelids fluttering slightly, almost as though chasing something with his subconscious. Later that evening, I woke fully tired and fatigued from the untouched spell of sweet lovemaking. Sore muscles, sensitivity of skin, and an ever-racing heart were still alive with excitement when I thought about our marriage. I turned my eyes and found Arrow lying peacefully in front of me, so calm; with every breath of his, tranquility filled the room, all on account of him. Arrow continued and sounded being, completely unaware of my gaze fixed on his forehead. With love and adoration in my heart, I leaned over him, moving with the emotions that filled my soul, kissed him on his forehead, brushing my lips lightly against his skin, so still and gently at peace, with a light kiss soft and tender. Su
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KALMIA’S POV I stood there, tears streaming down my face as I became angry seeing my darling old photo. I hated him. Every word made me feel guilt, accusation, and condemnation. It was cutting me, a knife stabbing through my lungs, releasing the rage inside of me whenever I got close to someone. "Oh!" I screamed at Arrow. "You can't say anything right!" It echoed off the walls down the length of the aisle. I was a mass of banshee wails across the cityscape, heart-broken, for nothing could justify how Arrow could betray me. Nothing could replicate the liveliness and bruises of reality, wrapping its arm around me, constricting my lungs, and pricking that infernal tear at the corners of my eyes. It was like sun deep in the clouds, all of them dark, beckoning. "Arrow," he said, trying to sound low and soothing, but he couldn't convince me. I wouldn't let him. I cut him off with fury in my voice. "Shut your f****** mouth, Arrow!" I spat with venom. I was stepping closer to him, fir
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JEMIMA’S POV Why do you speak like that, Arrow that I stood there with my lock of eyes to Arrow's voice an inch above whisper? The words were suspended in the following silence that accompanied my wait for his answer, pounding in my ears with anticipation. "I'm listening to myself," Arrow said confusedly. "I know what I've said," he said with narrowed eyes as he landed heavy gazes on me. He continued, "I'll be expecting a child soon." Those words hit like a bomb in my system. I felt my eyes widen, with my breath caught in my throat and staring at Arrow, and my mind whirling with their implications. "What child are you talking about, Arrow?" I asked her with a slight tremble in my voice as my heart raced with expectation. Arrow's eyes switched to mine, a note of curiosity in his voice as he asked, "So we had sex, right?" The words hung in the air because of the shared intimacy, passion that burned between us in time past. "And sex leads to fertilisation," Arrow continued, voice
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ARROW’S POV There I stood paralyzed into surprise, then the words poured out of my mouth, "But I'm apologizing," where my voice had a shock between confusion and concern. I could not believe what was going on. There she was, blazing with rage, the anger between us so thick it could almost be felt as an entity of its own. Her burning gaze seared into me as she hissed at me with poisonous words. Of course she was angry, boiling angry, deep down. Tension radiated from her like waves crashing at the seashore. Breath should not break this silence; on that principle, I went out of the kitchen, leaving her all alone with her anger and resolved not to ignite that fire further. My walk to the room is greatly embarrassed by the knot formed at the bottom of my stomach. It feels like I am losing my wife; she is sneaking away from me, and I have no clue how to prevent that situation. This thought gave me the feeling of having something sharp twisted in my heart. I sat down on the edge of the be
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ARROW’S POV My injuries were heavy to carry so I sunk into my chair as betrayal and treachery found a fit description for my musing. The happenings of the morning were on replay, rehearsing each excruciating scene with pain that refused to be soothed. My mind could not think straight at all; all I had was this jumbled mass, a confused wreck, as I was desperately trying to find some rationale in the midst of this whirlwind that had so completely disrupted my life. Reality fractured; either I was literally insane or abstractly bombed, for the ground beneath me lay in complete anarchy. Kindness on her part must have compelled my PA to somehow intrude into my thoughts; he was still speaking when I could not summon sufficient energy to give a verbal response. "Good day, sir," he voice flowed like a soft breeze that danced in summer. "A meeting is scheduled with Enzo Company Ltd." I barely lifted my head to consider him; my eyes were fixed on an invisible point below the floor. Others wo
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ARROW’S POV The melodic tune of my phone, breaking the silence of dawn, pulled me from my sleep and out into the sunshine, calling for a new day to begin. Somehow this sleep I had last night felt different, more restful, and I attributed that to the fact that I had finally made some sort of peace with myself. "Surely, this must be the result of the fabricated peace I've managed to keep busy with myself," so I whispered faintly under my breath. Lethargically, I got up, pushing myself away from the bed because it seemed to want to enjoy the reminiscences of a long and calm night. I neared Kalmia by the bed, overwhelmed by the beauty of her sleeping visage. How peaceful and calm it looked in the deep realm of slumber! I bent down and kissed her forehead. She stirred slightly, but the beautiful world she belonged to was untouched by me. I stood there for a second in awe of her sleeping beauty, drinking her in with my eyes. Her eyelids fluttered again, almost as if in pursuit of some
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ARROW’S POV I drove to where all the beautiful employees were-the company-as if a race were being run in my head with all kinds of thoughts and feelings; even the words of my pretty wife continued to replay in my mind, her idea like a tempting dream. The drive was more of a blur at that moment. The heart picked up with excitement and expectation; all I could think of was the work at hand. Reaching the company, I made my way to the HR office, each step deliberate and determined. Hands reached out to knock on the door. I knocked; a voice from inside called, "Come in.” I cracked it open, the creak of the hinges being a gentle accompaniment to the movements, and stepped into the inside. The office was warm, welcoming, with air and polished wood scent filling my sensory reception. Mr. Dayemi looked up from his desk with a smile as he greeted me. "Oh, good morning, sir," he said, with a friendly and courteous tone of voice and crinkled eyes as he got up. I responded to his greeting w
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KALMIA’S POV "Aha, indeed, I will say it because I was the one who put your so-called planned career into action after it brought you down," she spat, maliciously. Visha's eyes flashed with defiance and she sneered at me. The fury surged, and my hands clenched into tight fists. But Visha wasn't done yet. "I framed everything up," she continued in a rising level of triumph tracing her voice. "I turned Jemima against you and shouted toward me, throwing her eyes like the evil beacon on top. It was like getting hit in the gut; breath taken out. "No, oooo," I screamed, throat raw and voice trembling with emotion. "Nothing could separate the things about it. Then out into the air came the loudest cry I made. Tears were rolling down in continuance because each stroke of the event hit down hard at that instant. I couldn't bear the sharpness of pain and betrayal. I couldn't take the sound of another angry word flown in my direction again, as Visha had cut me too deep. I felt as if I was losi
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KALMIA’S POV Her words seemed to slice through the air like a knife, and her voice dripped with venom voicing all her discontent. "I never liked you, Kalmia," she said, looking at me with flashing eyes of fury and disdain. There was this sensation of hurt, surprise mixed with confusion as I furrowed my brows to understand the depth of her emotions. "What do you mean?" I queried in a whipser, scanning her countenance for signs of weakness. The bitterness on that face twisted into a smile that shone malignant hues in her eyes. "So you said I hurt you, and I'm apologizing now, this?" My voice had incredulity and frustration laced into it. How could she even think that I would accept that as compensation for all the damage she had done? Memories of past confrontations and betrayals rushed into my consciousness, replete with a sudden surge of fury and spite against her. Visha was a semblance of what one could have guessed-trapped deeply in her emotions, longing and thirsting for an uni
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KALMIA’S POV I wait outside the cell, anxiously glancing at Mr. Isah with a pleading face while panting in anticipation, tinged with a bit of nervousness. "I'm looking forward to seeing my lost sister, Visha," I say, voice almost inaudible, spilling from my mouth like a confession. Mr. Isah inclined his head in deep understanding; his very look was sympathetic, and turned to lead me through the station, his long strides chewing up the distance into nothingness. Strong cold fluorescent light above the hub flickered and hummed, casting a glaring light on those forms. A heavy, cloying scent of disinfectant hovered in the stagnant air, mixed with a cursed faint tang of despair. My footsteps echoed down the walls as I walked with Mr. Isah into the depths of the station. When we arrived at the cell, Mr. Isah grasped the handle and pushed it open in a slow creak before stepping inside, leaving a dim light casting long shadows across the little room. "Visha", I called, my voice so sweet, l
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MR ISAH’S POV I sat at the station in the dark. The soft fluorescent light above cast an eerie glow on the empty chairs and faded floor. Anticipation held my heart in its place, echoing like the drumbeat in my chest throughout my entire being. "Just wai for me, sir," I mumbled to myself with eyes turned toward the phone, where a text from Kalmia said: "I'm on my way", flashing on the screen like a light at the end of a tunnel. "Okay then," I said to myself, slumping back in the chair, a wave of relief washing through my being with the straightening of my spine on the worn-out issue. Time moved forward, and in this losing dusky space, each second was a drag for eternity. I checked my watch what would seem like a million times but felt like the hundredth. My eyes scanned the entire empty station that was growing more impatient with each passing second. The silence clamped down hard, occasionally punctuated with the creaks in the old building and traffic buzzing outside. I shifted in
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MR ISAH’S POV Between walls of thickest warm air, bound by oppressive scents of sweat mingled with fear, I could hardly draw breath, and every breath that I drew seemed to carry some foreign weight crushing into my chest. Visha sat all hunched over in the wooden bench; shoulders barely perceptibly shook; her eyes looked down, refusing to meet mine, locked in mute insubordination to the unasked questions between us. A stubborn silence, thick and impenetrable, stretched between us and with every passing moment added that still very coiled tension within me. "Visha, I'm not answering any of your questions," she finally whispered, so softly it was hard to hear, like a thin thread in an oppressive hush. Although soft, the words smote me with the force of a corporeal blow, burning up the sparks of fury that had been at hand ever so low. "Then okay," I replied in said low, almost dangerous tone, "you are going to do that pen now." It was just a matter-of-fact statement, in the air of an
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MR ISAH’S POV The officer was swift in his movements as he quickly went to handcuff himself and brought out the cold, cruel metal that condemned even the eye of authority under fluorescent light. He moved with practiced ease as he snapped the iron restraints for the inevitable fate into place around Visha's wrists, the cliched sound like that of a prison door shutting. A clang like that of metal sounded ominously echoed around the cell. "No, ooooo," she screamed, her voice raising up in a desperate crescendo, trying to free herself from the steel cage. With her contorted body, she twisted and thrashed to no avail, digging deep the cruel bite of the cuffs into her skin. That metal sparkled like it was catching the light with a sinister radiance, almost seeming to taunt her with the cold, unyielding grip of reality. Her wrists seemed to have strained against the bindings, tendons standing out clearly as she struggled. As she fought against the handcuffs and began gasping more and mor
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VISHA’S POV About halfway through scaling the fence and reaching the top of the pole with my hands, I strained to boost myself up when I heard behind me the crunch of gravel footsteps. That sudden noise sent a bolt of dread surging through me, and I froze, fretting beneath the pumped rush of my heart. It left my mind blank with a complete psychological paralysis that made it difficult for me to think or even move. "I arrest you," he declared, his voice reverberating through the night, sounding almost like a funeral bell. This revitalized my stupor like splashes of cold water. Officer's words put in the air the formality of that situation. "Come down," they commanded him, sounding strenuous and authoritative in tone. There was that swell of reluctance, the unwillingness of my body to listen, but I knew I had no choice. I began easing myself down and letting the hands slip from the fence as I fell to the ground. Every footfall driving into the ground became deafeningly loud like som
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VISHA’S POV I was sitting in my office, lit only by the computer screen glimmering on my face as I awaited the emergence of this very message on my desktop. A rush of anxious happiness surged through me; my heart raced with expectancy. With a purpose that was near to mania, my fingers began to type as I opened the message that contained the address for the person we had chased for so long. I felt like an electrifying spark coursing through my body: it was time. Without hesitation, I activated working mode; execution took over—just like one hundred thousand times before. "Men!" I yelled to my team, sturdy and decisive, like a thunderclap in the office. My boys, all junior in rank to me, came flocking to my side in a state of excitement and anticipation. "Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" they said in chorus, almost kneeling before me. Expectation filled their eyes. I instructed them articulately and brief, my tone steady and calm. "Get the van ready, we need to arrest a suspect," I uttered. T
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ARROW’S POV I dialed Mr. Isah's line, my fingers seemingly having a mission of their own, as I anticipated his pick-up. I had known Mr. Isah since I was a boy and now a cop; I could always count on him for something: a source of counsel and support. The ringing gave me a major sense of relief. I was calling someone who might help. "Is he on yet?" Kalmia asked me, curious and worried. I nodded and kept my eyes glued to that phone, waiting for Mr. Isah to pick up. "Yes, my love; do not worry," I tried reassuring her that everything would work out. When Mr. Isah finally picked up, I cheerfully said, "Good day, Mr. Isah." "Good day, Arrow; how have you been?" came the deep and authoritative reply from the other end. I smiled; it had been a comforting voice through time. "Very well, sir," I answered, almost overacting in my calmness and composure. "Ah, that's good to hear; what do you need from me today?" was his cordial tone. I inhaled deeply to compose myself and start the reason for
