LOGIN"Your cousin. What the hell Daniel? Reid or what's his name, is your own family. Why would you want to sabotage him like that? If he gets the money, isn’t it the same as you all getting it?"
"It's final. You're going to do it. I'll drop you off." All of this is happening so damn fast, too fast for me to comprehend. "You'll drop me off where? What the hell is going on Daniel?"
"You seem a little too slow for me sometimes. Here is the deal. The business is being finalized tomorrow morning so you need to seduce him tonight. Just keep him locked up till ten am tomorrow. That should not be too hard."
"You did not tell me all of this before. I don't know anything about seduction, what to say or do. Come on Daniel, you can't just push this on me tonight."
"And you can't go back on your words either. You need to do it. You have the dress already, I know you carry around basic makeup in your purse so that should be enough. I think you should do a smoky eyed look, you know, the kind of intense makeup that draws a man's eyes to not only your eyes but to you and your whole body, make them interested."
"Do you even hear yourself Daniel? I should do so much intense makeup that he won't be able to draw his eyes away from my body? Your wife? Me? Where is the respect you had for me? You're..."
"We're here. He's staying here for the night. It's barely even evening yet. You just need to stay here till around nine pm, get prepared. At nine pm, get dressed and go down to the bar. He'll be there tonight, he absolutely will."
"No. I am not doing this anymore." I half yell, anger flaming my eyes.
"You will do it or I will divorce you."
In hindsight, why did that sentence scare me so much? Why did it give me such a fright that I agreed to seduce a man that all I knew about him was his name and his family relationship with my husband?
"I will divorce you and you'll go back to the family you abandoned. Maybe you'd like it better there after they welcome you very warmly.” He was being sarcastic and I knew that, “All you need to do, is keep a man mute for thirteen hours. Who do you think I will shower a trillion dollars on if I should get the deal? Don't be unreasonable Raees. I'll take care of you and no one will ever know what happened tonight."
I had stayed silent for a minute.
"I'll have a driver bring your car over by eleven am tomorrow..."
Divorce. Seeing my family. My worst nightmares in one whole sentence.
"How will I recognize him?" I found myself asking.
Daniel's face bursts into a wide smile, lip to lip, grinning ear to ear, before he pecks me on the cheeks. "Thank you, you're the best wife in the world. As Cook said, wives like you are so rare to find. I have intel that he'll be there by exactly nine thirty pm. He has a meeting down there so you'll just need to keep your eyes on the door for when he comes inside."
Nine thirty.
Just keep him in place for thirteen hours... With no knowledge of seduction, this will be a long night.
"Fine. After this, you owe me."
"Yes, I don't mind baby. Get going before anyone sees me around and recognizes me."
I open the car door and step out, the five star hotel looming largely above me.
Skyline Hotel.
It really is touching the skyline so the name is not an exaggeration.
Behind me, Daniel zooms right off without even the slightest byes.
I take one deep breath before proceeding to the doors. Whatever I choose to do, I'll do it well, for my husband's sake, for my marriage's sake...
For my own sake.
"Room 7702 ma'am. Here's your key."
I accept the key and take the elevator up to the seventh floor where my room is located. It does not take long to find and when I do enter, I collapse on the bed.
All I have with me is my bag, and the shopping bag with the dress.
My shoe would do thankfully and makeup is settled too. I have till nine pm to know what I am doing.
I go online on G****e and search the keywords "How to seduce a man with successful results."
And I spend the next three hours prying the Internet, laughing at some things and noting some things down...
Time passes quite fast and soon enough, it's already eight pm.
I freshen up and having my wits around me, I get dressed, do my makeup and steps into my heels.
I give my hair a little up-do and deciding otherwise, I let it down, falling around my shoulders in its soft curls.
Blonde and blue eyed.
The intense makeup around my eyes certainly make my eyes pop out and the contrast between the black dress and my hair makes quite an impression.
I'm out for blood...
I exit my room and make my way to the elevator down the hall. Then takes the same elevator to the sky bar.
When the door opens, the deep ambience of the place hits me like a brick. It looks so good and just as I step inside, it's nine pm.
Not a minute late.
I smile. I am pretty good at this. I make my way to the bar, not oblivious to the stares I am getting across the room, male and female alike.
"Can you please give me vodka shots, one by one please, not altogether... Just keep them coming."
They call alcohol liquid courage and right now, that's what I need.
As soon as I get the first shot, I down it in one gulp. Eyes on the door, very aware of everyone that's coming in.
My phone vibrates with an incoming message and I dig it out of my purse. It's from Daniel.
At least he remembers me.
"Wish you luck tonight, you've got this, my seductress."
The message does not make me smile. It only makes me grab the second shot of vodka and take it in one gulp as well.
When the third one slides my way, I take it in sips, I can't afford to get drunk or tipsy while on the job.
"What's a pretty woman like you doing alone?"
I shift slightly to see a man standing on my left. "Would you mind if I buy you a drink?"
"I'll mind. My date is on the way so no, thank you." I respond stiffly, hoping that my tone will tell him I am in no mood for chatting.
"That's very ungentlemanly of whoever he is. No one keeps such a beauty waiting, looking alone and bored at a shady place like this. Let me buy you a drink while you wait, maybe you can tell me about yourself." His hands, audaciously, rest on my thighs.
I snap my head his way, deliberately catching him in the nose. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize your head was so close. See? I told you my date is on the way. Please leave me alone."
He steps back furiously, his fingers on his nose, a suspiciously red liquid flowing down from his nostrils. Some people were looking our way and that only made me shift uncomfortably. I don’t want to be a hooker attracting useless attraction here.
I glance askance at my phone only to see nine thirty pm. Exactly.
Reid should be walking in at any time...
The doors open and a man enters, and soon after, another man does.
Two men.
Nine thirty pm.
Who the heck is Reid amongst them both?
That bastard had made me lose my sight on the door and now I don't know who is who anymore. I am so done here.
Just behind me, the man with the cracked nose returns and grabs a glass of wine off the table and tilts his hand my way...
"You slut!" He exclaims as I turn around to see what's coming my way.
Just then, someone grabs him and flips his hand around, pouring the wine down his body instead, twists the hand behind him and pushes him to the ground.
"Ah!" The man yells in obvious pain as I jump off my stool, startled by everything that's happening so damn fast.
"Are you okay ma'am?" The man, with his face down, asks.
"Yes, thank you very much sir."
He looks up and his eyes meet mine. I hold back a breath. He is breathtakingly handsome in an effortless way, with a face that has been sculpted by god himself, the collarbone visible through his shirt, every muscle in every right place and the eyes, the one looking at me.
Then he smiles and my world crumbles.
"Don't call me sir, I am Reid. I could not possibly see a man like this assault you, behind your back. He's a coward."
Reid... He just said his name is Reid.
Oh shit. My prey is my savior...
It is going to be a long, unforgettable night.
The office is dim now, most of the staffs have gone home, and the lunchtime passed ages ago, the blinds up there are half drawn, golden light spilling in faint streaks across the floor, into the office especially as it's facing the setting sun.The chaos of earlier feels like it belongs to another life, like it happened ages ago, with the way they are both so calm and moving like nothing happened, save for the bandage on Reid's hands. The shattered glass has been swept up, the security team dismissed. For the first time in what feels like days, there’s silence.Raees sits at her desk, a file open before her that she hasn’t turned a page of in twenty minutes. Reid’s sitting on the couch nearby, his hand freshly bandaged, his jacket draped carelessly over the armrest. The tension between them, that dense, unspoken weight that’s been there for weeks, finally feels lighter now that they've made up...Well, mostly. Almost fragile too, like it might break if either of them raises their voi
The sun dips low outside, slanting through the half-drawn blinds of the safehouse, painting long golden stripes across the walls. The air smells faintly of something unfamiliar in these regions...Something as simple and stupid as food. Not the canned, stale crap they’ve been surviving on. Real food. Something warm, something alive and worth eating for the first time in a long time.Cecelia looks up from the paperback in her hand, blinking like she’s just realized she’s been pretending to read for the last fifteen minutes. Her focus shifts to the source of the sound, faint clattering, the dull scrape of metal against metal, a low grunt. She tilts her head, and her lips curve up.It’s Abel.And he’s cooking.“Unbelievable,” she mutters under her breath, setting her book aside, peeping at him from under the comforter blanket.She pads barefoot down the short hall, her curiosity piqued. The kitchen light spills out softly into the corridor, golden and warm. Abel’s standing at the coun
The city doesn’t sleep on Friday nights, it purrs like a cat that's filled to the brim.Far below the glass wall of Nathaniel Brooks’s penthouse, Lagos glows like spilled gold. Streetlights bleed into the wet roads, car horns sound like a lazy symphony, and somewhere, music drifts up from a rooftop bar. It’s the kind of night that looks calm from above but is built on chaos underneath, much like Nathaniel himself.He’s half sprawled on a king-sized bed, the silk sheets tangled around his hips, shirt unbuttoned and clinging faintly to skin slick with sweat. The woman beside him, nameless and pretty in the dim light, lies on her side scrolling through her phone. Her perfume hangs thick in the air, something floral and expensive that doesn’t quite hide the scent of sex and smoke.Nathaniel’s cigarette burns low between his fingers, the orange tip a soft pulse in the dark.The phone buzzes on the nightstand.He glances at the screen. Aaron Lawson.A slow grin curves his lips as he sets t
The city doesn’t sleep on Friday nights, it purrs like a cat that's filled to the brim.Far below the glass wall of Nathaniel Brooks’s penthouse, Lagos glows like spilled gold. Streetlights bleed into the wet roads, car horns sound like a lazy symphony, and somewhere, music drifts up from a rooftop bar. It’s the kind of night that looks calm from above but is built on chaos underneath, much like Nathaniel himself.He’s half sprawled on a king-sized bed, the silk sheets tangled around his hips, shirt unbuttoned and clinging faintly to skin slick with sweat. The woman beside him, nameless and pretty in the dim light, lies on her side scrolling through her phone. Her perfume hangs thick in the air, something floral and expensive that doesn’t quite hide the scent of sex and smoke.Nathaniel’s cigarette burns low between his fingers, the orange tip a soft pulse in the dark.The phone buzzes on the nightstand.He glances at the screen. Aaron Lawson.A slow grin curves his lips as he sets t
The building is quieter now.The chaos that had erupted barely half an hour ago has been smoothed over by a crew of cleaners moving fast, sweeping up what’s left of shattered glass and scattered whispers. The lobby smells faintly of lemon polish and dust. The crowd that had gathered, employees, reporters, curious onlookers, has already been, very politely ushered out, though the silence they leave behind feels uneasy, like everyone’s just pretending not to have heard the sound of breaking glass echoing through the marble.Reid stands at the edge of it all, his right hand still bleeding through a rough bandage of gauze someone had found in a first aid kit. There’s blood on his cuff too, a dark smear that refuses to blend into the white fabric.He doesn’t flinch when Raees walks up beside him, only glances sideways once, briefly, then looks back toward the glass doors. They’ve already been replaced, new panes gleaming like nothing ever happened.“Ben,” he calls quietly, ignoring the thr
The café smells like burnt sugar and cheap coffee, the kind of place that pretends to be warm while it’s really an island of strangers with their own problems. Aaron Lawson pushes the door open and the bell chimes a small, polite note that feels obscene against the rawness in his chest. He scans the room and finds Nathaniel Brooks exactly where he expects, by the window where he can always keep his eyes on things outside, and this time, he doesn't mind that, as his hands wrapped around a steaming cup, posture casual enough to make Aaron want to throw the mug through his face.Brooks looks up and, of course, he smiles like the man has all the time in the world. He sets his cup down as though he’s been waiting for Aaron to arrive for a friendly chat. Aaron crosses the café in three hard strides. The world narrows. The coffee steam blooms like a small, useless halo.“You think that was clever?” Aaron asks. His voice is low and even, but it’s a thin line stretched tight, he'd driven the







