"You're eating well," Ursula said taking her gaze away from the plate to glance at her father."Yeah, I am. I can't starve while waiting for my death." Governor Ricardo answered. He seemed to have given up on asking for help from her."That's a nice thing to say. Still, you should be scared I might poison you and make your death come quicker." She mentioned."Then you risk getting your marriage----""No, you're wrong." She cut in immediately. "You do not know my husband than I, do you? He really wants you dead, so he can get your betrayal out of his head. So be careful each time I serve you personally." She warned with a sly smile that her father found creepy.She was just like him, feeding on others despair. "I'm not here for any of that by the way. I'm here for a good cause." Ursula began pulling the wooden chair, as she had her seat on it, her eyes meeting with her father, who was seated at the foot of the bed."What's it? Did Blake ask you to get something from me? I already sold
Scarlett placed the bag on the bed, letting her gaze wander around her new apartment, or rather, her new bedroom. She was about to start living under Mr. Rizzo's roof, supposedly for her own safety, as Abigail had claimed."Hello," the bodyguard, she assumed, called, entering the room."You could learn how to knock you know," Scarlett said to him, and he nodded as if in an apologetic manner."Mr. Rizzo asked of you. He would like to meet with you." He informed her."Can you tell him I haven't arrived?" She asked."He knew you were here already." The man answered and Scarlett puffed out a breath angrily."Then just come up with something. Anything!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. Wait, was she shouting? she wondered, noticing how calm the man remained.It wasn't his fault that she was acting that way after all. He was only following an order which is to bring her to meet her so-called father, whom she had already literally disowned, but he still wanted to play the father's part in e
"Here are the hottest and most expensive actors we think you'd love." The feminine man walked in with a couple of guys following him into the office."These guys?" Abigail asked, running her eyes on each of the actors."Yeah, ladies would die to be with them." The man responded with a wide smile."Not me," Abigail said coldly rolling her eyes at the man before taking a glimpse at the men.If anything, real women wouldn't be dating any of these guys, teenagers are surely who would die for them."You don't like them?" Jose asked as if reading from her expression."Not my type," Abigail answered taking her purse as she stood up."This is the third industry we're coming to and you haven't liked any of the actors we're being shown... I had no idea you have a type." Jose whispered only to her hearing as he stood up as well."Yeah, we strippers do have a type sometimes. You could be my type but I wouldn't date you nor wish to fuck you." She said harshly, and Jose breathed out, knowing he did
"You should get Jose the same too." Abigail pointed out and the waitress nodded."I'd be right back.""Thank you," She mouthed and the waitress walked away.Abigail glanced around the restaurant, noting how incredibly spacious it was. She could barely spot any other guests, as if each booth were a private VIP section. One thing was certain: the wealthy ones valued their privacy, even in public settings."Abigail?" A lady called, and she raised her head away from the menu, seeing Ursula standing before her with her husband, Blake Knight.Oh fucking no! Is this why Jose had made them visit here? For what reason? This isn't good... Abigail thought as she managed to force out a smile.Hell, Blake seemed to notice her fake smile, but he wasn't showing any signs that he cared, nor did they know each other from somewhere. He stood beside his wife, their hands tangled with each other just like a perfect couple she knew they were certainly not."Hello, Mrs. Ursula." Abigail stood up. "Such a c
"Whatever..." Jose ended the call with his boss tucking his phone into his pocket."Hey..." He heard Abigail call."I thought you might still be mad at me," Jose said turning to her."I'm still mad." Abigail corrected. "Letty asked me to apologize for what I know I did not do wrong. So, I'm sorry. I hope we're cool now. And still going on a tour around New York?" Abigail asked with a look that she was trying to conceal not to look like her pleading."Get dressed while I do the same," Jose mentioned, and Abigail winked at him, hurrying to her bedroom.Jose scoffed as he exited the kitchen, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. He entered his bedroom, heading straight for the closet. After a brief scan, he selected a more modest shirt from his collection. Some of his pricier outfits had drawn Abigail's attention before; she had an uncanny knack for spotting the ones that were, obviously, with hefty prices.Jose closed the closet as he took off his shirt, changing into the T-shirt tha
"Abigail!" Scarlett called but Abigail already left the room, her phone on the bed."No one told me this was going to happen while I'm here!" Abigail said as soon as she stormed out of her bedroom.Jose turned to her with a worried look.He pushed the food down his throat as he tried to come up with a word. "What's up? What happened?" He asked."Is that why Mr. Rizzo isn't maybe getting rid of Scarlett yet? Cause Blake Knight is going to?" She inquired, still frozen on her spot, not ready to move away from where she stood."I still don't get you, Abigail."Abigail sighed walking towards him. She couldn't even control herself when she heard from Scarlett that someone had come to approach her over there; what if something bad had happened to her? Would she be able to keep on living knowing she would be the one at fault?"It happens that Blake Knight might have sent someone to run a background check on me, or so it seems..." She paused, calm already."Well... That was expected to happen,