Deceit??

Sarah arrived the address Paul had sent her. Before her stood a mighty mansion. She couldn’t help but wonder why Paul had sent her this address or did he make a mistake with the address. She was about calling him when the gate opened. She came face to face with a huge man wearing a suit and dark shades. He stood erect like a professional bodyguard. 

“My boss; Paul Pierre await your presence in the house. Allow me lead you in”. He asked sounding like he needed her permission.

Sarah stared at him for a while, what if this man was here to harm her. Even if he kidnapped her there was no way she could fight him because he stood twice her height. One thing she was grateful for was that she had her pepper spray. In case of any emergency.

As the bodyguard led her inside the house, all her former thoughts became clouded by new ones. Who on earth owned this beautiful house. Everything in the house from door designs portraits and furnitures screamed money and style. It’s impossible for Paul to own this much. It’s just impossible.

“Have your seat ma’am. My boss will be down in a minute”. The bodyguard said bringing her out from her thoughts. 

Few minutes later. She heard footsteps coming from the staircase. She stood quickly and turned to the direction of the sound. “Paul”? She called questioningly

“My love”. Paul ran the remaining stair, immediately he got in front of her he scoped her in his arms, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.

She didn’t respond to the kiss immediately which made Paul worried. “What’s wrong babe”.

She eyes roamed the area and landed on the two guy standing behind them. 

“They are twin brothers and also my best friends, Ethan and Nathan”. Paul explained but Sarah was not interested. 

“Can I have a word with you privately”? She requested.

 He led her up the stairs into his bedroom and when they got in she wasted no time in throwing questions at him. “How much are you hiding from me Paul”?

“What do you mean”?

Her voice came out slowly, almost in a whisper but loud enough for Paul to hear. “I trusted you Paul. But you didn’t trust me enough to even show me where you live or to tell me shit about yourself”. Her voice trailed off at the end.

“Baby. I can explain”.

“No Paul, wait.. We dated for four years and you didn’t dim it fit to let me know that you are probably one of the richest people in Vegas . Why then didn’t you let me introduce you to my parents earlier”? Maybe if we had done that earlier, all this shit with wouldn’t have happened”.

Paul stood looking at her speechless; he was at a loss for word. Of course he didn’t give two dime what she felt but he had to pretend like he cared at least until he completes his father’s mission. “Baby… I didn’t want you to see me as a regular rich boy looking for a slut to warm his bed. I wanted to be different I wanted you to see me as honest”.

“Yeah…you were different but not completely honest”. A brief silence followed before she continued “May be Adon was right after all”. She turned to leave and as she held the door knob. Paul spoke.

“Adon”? He scoffed “Adon? You let him give you advice about our relationship? You do remember that he is against us right, he never supported us. He was never happy for us and now you listen to what he has to say about us”

He faced the window in anger and counted his head 3…2..1. Immediately, he felt her warn tender hands around his torso and a victorious smirk found its way onto his face.

 “Sorry”. She apologized. “I didn’t mean to, I just feel betrayed that’s all, there no need ruining the mood”.

Paul smirked at first, he loved how he had many women wrapped around his pinky finger including Sarah and his mamacita. Remembering her, he made a mental note to check up on her because he hadn’t really seen her after their last encounter but right now he had to focus on Sarah.

“I have some important business to attend to in London. I promise I’ll be back in two week time. And when I’m back I’m coming for you.. I don’t care if you’re still married to that dickhead or not.

“Don’t call him that”. Sarah said lowly but defensively.

“What was that”? Paul asked unsure if she spoke to him or not.

“Nothing.. I just said I can’t wait”.

“You’re staying the night right”?

Sarah gave him an apologetic look. “I can’t, I didn’t tell anyone that I won’t  be home for the night.

“You’re with me, nothing will ever go wrong”.

“Okay”. She said and snuggled into his arm for a warm hug.

Paul’s heart jumped with excitement, he couldn’t wait to be back from London. Her staying with him tonight will be a huge advantage for him.. The Lancaster’s will never know what’s coming for them.

Charlotte had been unconscious for many days now. James head told him the night he left that something bad was wrong with Charlotte that everything wasn’t alright with her. He turned back in the direction of the house. When he reached he stood a distance away, then he saw Paul come out of the house agitated looking left to right. He knew Paul had done something bad to Charlotte again. He watched as Paul disappeared into the thick darkness before he slowly crept into the house.  “Charlotte, Charlotte”.  James whispered.  “Where are you”?.

He looked around the room with his eyes searching for her when something hanging from the ceiling caught his attention. He looked up to see Charlotte almost lifeless, blood filled body hanging from the ceiling. “Shit”.

Currently she laid in his bed at his apartment . “How is she doctor. “Will she be fine”?

“She’s in a bad state”.  The doctor stated truthfully.

“But she’s been unconscious for many days, when will she be up”?.

“Personally Mr. James, I suggest that we leave the young lady to rest for as long as she can. She’s suffering from many things; Malnutrition, depression, all forms of abuse, fractures. Truth be told she a strong lady. Many people who have gone through this much are already in their grave”.

James mouthed a sad ohh.

The doctor brought out some injections from his bag. “Inject her with this if she’s struggling to do things she isn’t strong to do yet”.

“Thank you doctor”.

As soon as he left, Charlotte turned uncomfortable on the bed. Later she began to murmur some words.

“Paul,,, Paul. I’m sorry Paul”.