KNOX POV
"There she is." Fawaz pointed.
Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow!
Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks.
He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice.
(DOVE)
"Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."
She scoffed. "Oh permit me brother, I'm now old enough legally to do what I want."
"What's your definition of legal?"
"When you look at someone and they blow your mind that all you can think of is fucking with 'em."
Knox rolled his eyes. "Just say sex, it won't burn your tongue, besides she's my business."
A man of fifty- seven years wearing a grey tuxedo, walked past the siblings without feeling his seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars wrist watch being removed.
"Tada." she flaunted the wrist watch in her brother's face.
"In the next few minutes, Mr.
Phillippe will notice his expensive wrist watch is missing and that will cause a little pandemonium in my casino, do well to take care of that or get rid of it." He ordered.
"Go do your business, while I take care of mine." She said and hugged him briefly.
Knox placed a kissed on her forehead and went over to the gambling table.
"To what honor do we owe to have our own great gambler in our midst?" A man asked with a playful smile.
“Hello Robert.” He bowed curtly to which his friend did the same. Robert playfully smacked his shoulder.
“Ow!” Knox feigned a pained face.
"Oh Knox baby!" A lady threw herself on him from behind. He quickly untangled her hands away from his neck.
He smiled graciously at everyone and poured himself a glass of Jagermeister wine.
His eyes finally met hers. He scrunched his face and cleared his throat.
"I haven't seen this face..."
"Lot of people come here so you don't expect to know everybody." She cut him off rather sharply. "I'm Makayla." She introduced.
He didn't take his eyes off her. "Knox Argento."
"Yeah I know. Do you mind if I play a game with only you?" He chuckled softly and nodded his head in agreement.
"Only if..."
"I got my condition big guy." She interrupted, snickering.
"Stack the deck with cards and let the blackjack begin."
He knew deep down that whatever the condition was, she would let herself lose so she could play her game. She was smart.
What if he let her win? He thought but this was his casino. Winning is never his thing when it comes to gambling because either way, he knows the maths and the odds.
Whatever it is she was up to for, he would have to play along.
MAKAYLA POV
As soon as he entered the casino, all eyes were on him and whispers of how sexy he was flew around the air. Some women even said they wished he'd have a one night stand with them.
"How pathetic they must be." She thought.
His eyes roamed her body for some seconds before the Blondie came and switched his attention.
She must credit her, she was smart and quick to have taken the man's watch without him noticing.
"He's here right in front of me."
Her body shook lightly. She was nervous but thank heavens she wore gloves. No one would notice how wet her palms are.
He told her he hasn't seen her face before and she was quick to give him a reply. Now that she has gotten him to play a game with her, all she has to do is lose.
The waitress arrange the cards and place a glass of white wine besides each of them.
"Shall I say what the condition is? Privately."
A brunette hissed and Makayla sent a glare her way. She excused herself.
"Or after the game we will talk about it." she smiled.
Soon the "blackjack" started and bets were placed.
The other gamblers sat around the table and watched as the two players began playing. On a normal ground, it was supposed to be everybody around the table to play and not just two people. A rule in the casino game.
The bet went up from $10 to a hundred until Makayla got nothing more to bet with, meaning that she lost the game.
"My man won!" Robert cheered.
Makayla smiled inwardly and scoffed outwardly. Her plan worked.
"We shall now leave to hear your condition."
As she stood up to follow him, the brunette that hissed at her grabbed her waist with force, "If you fuck my man, I'd stab you." She threatened.
Pathetic.
"How about joining us for a threesome. I heard he fucks good." She left the brunette standing with a scowl on her face.
Knox smiled, she didn't know he heard her. She followed him until the elevator dinged to symbolize that they've gotten to the top floor. They walked through the hallway till he halted in front of a door that held his name. 'Knox Argento Khatib'
"He's an Arabian like me." she thought. Interesting.
"As-Salaamu Alaikum."
"Va-alaikum, Salaam."
"I didn't think you'd understand that." She said and entered his office, more like a suite.
"My mother is an Arabian." He flatly responded, with a tinge of bitterness.
"I figured out from your name, Khatib."
"A glass of wine?" He asked.
"Yeah sure!" She agreed.
"The condition?" He asked with a seep of impatience.
"Are you that in a hurry to find out?" She teased, hot lips curved into a sly smile.
"It's now or never." His tone held some dark, a bit mysterious kind of authority.
She opened her bag and brought out the file, in it was a paper. His brow raised.
'I, Makayla Adamson Ameerat vowed to spend thirty days with Knox Argento as his woman if he beats me in the game of Black Jack.
Nevertheless, if I win against him, I vow to still stay thirty days with Knox Argento in his home.' He read through and held his pen.
"Why this type of contract?"
"What happened to your eagerness?"
He sighed and signed.
"Shall we baby?" He stood up abruptly and winked at her.
"We move."
MAKAYLA POVAs they descended down the stairs, holding hands, all heads veered to their direction.The brunette from earlier sneered, jealousy written boldly on her forehead but invisible to all eyes. Except that it showed on her face as her frowns deepened."If you keep staring at them like that, you'll grow old like my aunt Imogen. Whenever she stares at people like that she wishes them bad and as a result, she never got anyone to love her.""Shut up Roberts." She hissed, rolling her eyes.He chuckled mockingly."Douche bag." She sneered."Waqiha."She gave him a stern, threatening glare for calling her a slut which he returned. Her black lined eyes with kajal made the glare more terrifying that it made Robert turned his attention else where.He couldn't wait for Knox and him to be alone so he could tell him what was happening.The angry voice of Mr. Phillipe boomed everywhere in the casino. "Who stole my wrist watch?!"
AL-AMIN QURAISHI ABBADIIt was almost four in the afternoon which meant it was about time for Asri prayers. He entered his praying room with his "Tashbih" in his hand."BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,AL HAMDU LILLAHI RABBIL 'AALAMEEN, AR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,MAALIKI YAWMID DEEN,EYYAAKA NA'BUDU, WA EYYAAKA NASTA'EEN,EH'DENAS SIRAATAL MUSTAQEEM, SIRAATAL LAZINA AN'AMTA 'ALAYHIM; GHAYRILMAGHDOOBI 'ALAYHIM WALADDAALEEN" AMIN.He said a short prayer: BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEMQul huwa Allahu ahadAllahu assamadLam yalid wa lam yooladWa lam yakul-lahu kufuwan ahad. Amin.When he was done praying, he called for one of his servants' to serve him some fruits including his favorite, water melon.Taking a seat by the oval- like egg shaped pool, he silently listened to the bubbling water that coordinate
The clubhouse was booming with some good Rock ‘n’ Roll music. His statue was slim, with numerous tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. He had tinted green hair that stood upright at exactly the middle of his hair. His lower eyes were lined darkly with 'Kajal'.He looked extremely tough as his jawline was set straight. A stripper passed by him and he unabashedly spanked her ass. She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties.Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission.“Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very.His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.AL-Amin, h
Knox"Good morning." Low pitched, a little groggy yet soft came a woman's voice.His eyes remained closed and partly, he was still asleep."Knox, wake up c'mon."He shifted and a low rumble escaped his lips."Ayesha." He murmured, sleepily. "Ayesha...""Ayesha? Who is Ayesha? Knox, open your eyes." And slowly, he did."Ayesha..." A little drowsily but yet awake, he met her eyes. It was exactly the same."Who is Ayesha, Knox?"It wasn't her. It couldn't be her. His chin gutted.Makayla was who appeared before his eyes. She was kneeling with hands on his shoulders."Get your hands off me." He lowly growled."Excuse me?""Right this second Makayla.""Why the sudden attitude?" She wasn't budging. Stubborn, and j
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!Spike yelled as he punched the wall. The impact didn’t bring him any pain...not at the moment. How could he have possibly missed the shot?With rage brewing in his blood, he picked up a bottle of whiskey, drank from it before smashing the bottle against the wall.Never in his life of being an assassin had he ever missed a shot. He plopped himself down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his mind vividly going back to how this life he was in began. Spike Aryan Farooqi was just seven years old when he was forcefully taken away from his father. To this day, he never knew why. His mother was brutally raped to death in his presence.Before her death, his mother had begged for his sister not to be raped but even after she was done with, his sister followed suit. The young girl was just thirteen. Ever since, they’ve been separated and he was taught to kill.
Al-AminIt was two in the morning, he couldn't sleep, not after what happened last night. The whore he had brought home was a spy, if he hadn't came out of the bathroom sooner, she would have planted the camera. Fuck her!But she was so trained, he had to admit. She had been in the torture room since the last eighteen hours and still she hadn't given up the name of who she works for.How dare that slut!Al-Amin poured himself another glass of champagne. He picked up the glass and took the long hallway past the hall then took the elevator down to the library.The torture room was soundproof and situated in the library. He entered a code on the wall and the shelves separated while he strolled in."Did she talk yet?" He asked."No boss." Zach answered.Al-amin took from the tools laid out on the table. Maria's eyes followed it. The scalpel, hamme
MakaylaWith delight in her heart, she picked up her phone once she saw the caller."Hello papa" She sing-sang."My dearest Makayla." Al-Amin greeted on the other end of the line."Papa, are you well?" Makayla, worried by the distress in his voice."Oh I am, just a little trouble here."Makayla shot up from her seat. "What trouble? Tell me you're okay? Do you need me to come home?"Al-Amin chuckled. "Stay where you are? It's nothing serious.""What happened though?" Makayla asked, a bit calmer."I went for a party and brought a beautiful girl home. She turned out to be a spy from Khalil.""Oh my God! Papa." Makayla gasped."Yeah, she's in my custody.""Is it still on the matter of you being a shareholder in his network and security company?" Makayla aske
SPIKEAryan got to Mr. Dhanial's house and without further ado, he was ushered in. He stepped into the luxuriously decorated living room that was well festooned with gold embroidery that befitted the settees and white color paintings.On the center marble table that was situated in the middle of the living room, was a lion head sculptured with gold, its eyes glittering with diamond.Mr. Dhanial was sitting on the arm chair, tigers beside his feet, real tigers to be precise and body guards behind him. They stood on their full heights, hands clasped either in front of their torso or behind their backs all wearing dark tinted glasses.“Sir.” Spike called while standing in front of him with his hands behind him.Mr. Dhanial took a drag of the tobacco and spoke, smoke coming out of his nostrils and mouth.“Spike,