Courtney slowly approached Bob who wore a solemn expression and just stood without saying anything. She drooped her jacket on the floor behind her and slid the sleeves of her gown down her shoulders, revealing the wine red brassieres that cupped her D-cup sized boobs tightly. “ Whoever gives in first wins, Bob!” she said in a sultry tone as she placed a finger on Bobs Adam's apple. She easily unbuttoned his shirt as she traced the finger down to his abdomen.At this point, her gown was barely hanging on her wide and curvy hips, the matching red g-strings were already peeking at Bob. Bob stood unfazed and just let Courtney do whatever she liked. He didn’t move an inch at all as he was being as calculative as he could be. He didn’t know if it was fine or not that she was doing this considering they were in trial for a divorce. But even then, if in any case, he thought to let her take the reigns. Only this way was he certain he wasn't really falling into any trick she was playing at.
Val scrolled through her phone as she read a blog about the young multi-billionaire, Bob Richardson and his wife's divorce trial. With as much confidentiality intended by both parties, news about the divorce still got out. Val, however, thought it couldn't be the deed of anyone else but Courtney. It's either one of her schemes or possibly Bob's opponents in the business sector pulling strings to ruin his repute.Nonetheless, it became the talk of town as Bob's identity as the owner of several companies came out to be known. Even Valerie was surprised as to just how industrious and especially rich Bob was.It wasn't a surprise that not many people knew who Bob was, he was more of a reserved person who liked to keep a low profile. Yes he owned a lot of prominent companies all through the states, but most people only cared about the brand names. However, with all that was going on now all over the internet and on all social platforms regarding the divorce trial, Val felt his past fame
Citadel's was as bubbly as ever. The clients went in with indifference but came out with a confident and an accomplished smile on their proud faces. Margarette observed and made certain that business was running smoothly in all sectors of the company. With a satisfied nod, she headed back to her office. Once she got there, she reviewed the data on the sales and progress of Citadel's with a small smile on her usually cold but pretty face. She was proud and dedicated to her job, knowing at least she wouldn't be getting scorned by her mistress when she returned.She'd do anything just so the nightmare never becomes a reality!Margarette was a distinguished and talented lady. To be the Chief Operations officer of a top-tier company at such a young age isn't a small feat to achieve. Plus, the CEO was her lover... as she liked to think. But...Of course, she would be proud! Margarette felt her life couldn't be any better at the moment.However, she frowned when a knock came from the door
The dim and shallow street lights in Shenandoah Drive E illuminated a hollow shadow of the dark figure that stood in the driveway of a Victorian bungalow. With heavy drapes, simple windows, and dark hues, the bungalow had a hint of modernity. Bob tucked his hand in the pocket of his black hoodie that merged perfectly with the night and pulled out his phone. He verified that the image he had with him was the same as the house before him. Having confirmed, Bob clicked something on his phone and put it back in his pocket. He looked around warily as if scoping out the area and adjusted his hood to cover his face as he proceeded to the porch of the house. Since the lights were still on inside, Bob had no reason to believe Adam Mash wasn’t home. Bob rang the doorbell and waited, feeling a bit antsy.' Mr Adam should be a reasonable man and should be agreeable with my request. After all, he's Charlotte's biological father. Whether he wants the child or not is another problem however...'
With his imposing physique and sharp blue eyes, Detective Taylor Vaughn stared at the man in his mid 30s sitting in the interrogation room with his head lowered on the table. His black unkempt hair spread about every direction as he laid his head on the iron table. The detective couldn't fathom why a man of his status would kill a stranger who had little to no connection with him. Detective Taylor had checked into all of his data which he had access to but he couldn't find anything regarding the relationship between Bob and the victim- Adam Mash.That conflicts the fact of the case at hand as there was no means to explain why this man was at the crime scene. No one else was there, and it was a typical murder case where the man had killed the victim with the nearest weapon- a kitchen knife, in a fight.' it's kinda giving a fight breakout from an argument...' Detective Taylor through his years of experience speculated. He wasn't sure what could have caused an argument between this man
" It's quite a shame that you'd fuck your way up to this point" Mark stopped smiling and pressed with a straight face. He straightened his back as he looked condescendingly over Val. He was truly hurt, envious and felt betrayed. The previous feelings he had towards Val that he thought had apparently ceased to exist resurfaced again, and ever since Maggie made mention of Val being with Bob, Mark had been furious.Val had somewhat struck a big dent on his ego. Val didn't say anything as she just watched him with creased gaze and rapped a finger on the table." All for what... This?" He spread his arms to his side to point at everything around." Revenge?" Mark shook his head in disbelief, his face bitter and sour from how much he hurt. Mark paused and just stared at Val, he just shot his head forward and spread his arms as if inquiring a response. For the longest of while, he was met with nothing but silence." Hahaha" Val burst into a fit of laughter.Mark visibly trembled in spot,
" So... Mr Richardson is it?... I reckon it'd be best for me and you if you would just be a good rich person that you are, and own up to your deeds. No games, we can all go our separate ways" Inspector Roosen stated in an indignant just as she the door to the interrogation room shut close behind her. She walked towards the sit on the other end of the sturdy iron table in the middle of the room.Bob who had raised his head to see who had entered the room silently watched as the lady with dark short brown hair of average height propped herself into the seat on the other end of the table between them." You killed that man didn't you?" Bob's heart sank!He realized a little too late that what had happened was a trap that was all setup by Courtney, just as the incident between himself and that strange lady back then in their house.' Damn that bitch!... This is all her doing. B-but how am I to tell this to the police without sounding like I'm trying to push the blame on someone else and
“ Nice place you got here, must be some big shot yourself, attorney” Walking past the foyer into the living room, Val praised as she looked around the magnificent luxury before her." I'm only a humble citizen" The attorney chuckled and combed a finger through his neat blonde hair. The "humble" living room of attorney Chris' apartment looked more like an office with several files neatly stacked about. It was spacious enough to be a master bedroom, but instead of a closet and an actual bed, what took most of the space was a bookshelf filed with several yellow-back folders and old books. Black cushions formed a semi rectangular shape, facing the TV set with a luxurious glass coffee table sitting in the middle. To the right of the room is a mini-bar to which Attorney Chris headed.Attorney Chris had recently returned from Washington, and when Val called up to meet up with him, he could only suggest that she come to his place at Harrison street since it was only few minutes away from C