Surprisingly, Fabiola showed up to work the next day, she was not limping, but she also could not conceal the pain painted on her face.Brant was in sunglasses, he had purple eyes. Randy had spent the greater part of the night pressing ice packs on his face to reduce the swellings. It worked like magic, but there was nothing they could do about his purple eye.He had dismissed Fabiola, asking her to come back when she was fine.She'd insisted that she could work and she could not pile up work that would backfire on her when she takes over the company.He'd laughed it off, he'd insisted that at least she gets the rest of the week off. She'd agreed to that.Pops had insisted that she stayed at home and not go out, but she still had her bodyguard job on Saturday, and she could not miss it.She lost her blonde wig in the fire, 'I'll just get another one,' she told herself.Dominique had told her that they succeeded in capturing two of the Glacier guys, she had not yet been down there
"What is the name of the club that….? Carl asked."If you men are capable as you say, then find out by yourself." She barked, turned around and stormed out.It might sound stupid of her to spill out too much information like that, but she knew the man who raised her… he made no mistakes or left no trails behind.The only way to get him was to play his own game.He'll probably think that she knew more than what she said and whatever it was that went down between him and the Glacier Cartel, he'd try to prevent her from knowing, in the course of that, he'll expose himself.She cannot live all her life looking over her shoulder or jumping out of exploding buildings.She lay in her bed making a mental list of the things she had to do.She still needed to break into the police archives.Now that she just shook the beehive, she knew that Pops would be at her neck.Her phone rang, "huh, who can this be?" She looked at the unregistered number on the phone.Even though she was skeptical, she st
"Fine, what do you want?" She gave up and asked, staring daggers at him."Have lunch with me."he stated, with his signature nerve wrecking grin.She rolled her eyes. "Fine, pick the day and time, and I'll be there. Now, my keys!" She stretched forth her hand.She did not have the energy and time to go back and forth with him."Oh, I already did." He grabbed her hand and literally pulled her to the other side of the car."Hey, let go of me, I'm not a kid! What the hell are you trying to do?" He opened the passenger's seat and shoved her in.She could not beat his ass because it'll only draw unwanted attention They were in public for fuck's sake.He closed the door, leaned on the window and whispered, "I already picked the day and place, the day is today, allow me to drive you to the place." He smiled, before she could say anything, he was already circling the car.She looked at her outfit, she still had her pajama trousers on."He is kidding," she chuckled nervously alone in the ca
Linda spun on her heels, looking from Brant who just walked out the door to Mila who was silently shedding tears.She was confused whether or not she should ask Mila what happened. The girl was in no state of engaging in a dialogue right now.Mila lowered her head and sobbed silently."Hey, it's gonna be fine." Linda engulfed her arms around Mila, hugging her as poor Mila sobbed."What happened between you two?" Linda asked.Mila stayed silent, sobbing some more."Ok, I'm here girl, anytime you want to talk about it, I'll be right here ok?" Linda tapped Mila's back.Mila buried her face in Linda's neck.Linda held her and let her sob. When she was certain that Mila had cried enough, she led Mila to the couch."Tell me about it." Linda held Mila's hand, prompting Mila to open up about what actually went down between her and Brant."I said some things I should not have said, really mean things." Mila finally confessed, her sobbing her subsidedLinda offered her tissues."What did he do
"How… how, manage?" She asked with a dry chuckle."Phoebe Rogers?" Brant raised his brow. "You gave me the hint, I did the research." He stated confidently.She stared at him, this man was unbelievable. She wasn't scared with what he'd found out. Afterall, he already knew that she was capable of anything."Read the documents." He encouraged her.She pulled out sheet after sheet and scanned them over quickly."How did you do it?" She asked.Honestly, she mentally applauded him, perhaps he wasn't that dumb as she'd thought."Isn't it simple, you said you were the mastermind behind the person or people acquiring shares in the company. I did my assignment like a good boy and I discovered that three particular men all reported back to the same person, Phoebe Rogers. She's blonde no doubt, and we could not get a clear angle of her face, but that's all I was looking for…a woman." He explained confidently.Linda was in her own world. Her parents would never allow her to eat this much calories
"Do you want to know why?" He asked softly, respecting her wish by giving some distance between them.She stared at him, silently begging him to tell her and at the same time, not utter a word."Because I love you, Mila." He whispered.Linda spat out the wine in her mouth. Her eyes almost fell off the sockets of her eyes.This was not what they'd talked about.Mila froze, her spirit literally jumped out of her body."I know how crazy I sound right now, but that's the truth." He professed. "Putting my feelings aside, were you really thinking that I'll hate you when you've been nothing but a victim your entire life?" He twisted his brows."And you can not deny that you do not feel anything for me?" He challenged.True, her heart beats for him every single time, but….there was a huge but."You are crazy," she whispered in a barely audible whisper, accompanied by a dry nervous chuckle."You always put up this aggressive attitude against me, you say the meanest things anyone has ever said
The spark"Try to be romantic for once." He whispered in between kisses."You don't always have to be on the defensive. It is ok to be kind, it does not make you weak."I hate you." She licked her lips, tasting their kiss.He smiled. "I know,"She closed her eyes, drowning in her feelings, listening to the drumming of her heart beat."You are killing me, honestly." She confessed."Isn't it a good thing?" He rested his temple in hers."No it's not, I hate it and hate you for that." She whispered back."I know, all I ask from you is that you embrace it ok?" She nodded.He pulled her in for another kiss, this time, longer than the previous, deeper and more passionate than the previous.She allowed herself to get engulfed by the desires of her heart…her rival's desire, totally forgetting about the fact that her car was packed outside with weapons, licensed though__ but a weapon is a weapon.This was the first time since her parents that she'd let her guard down, and that too, because of t
Brantley's Revelation"They were not following him, they were protecting him from you, the P.I …." She paused, realization dawned on her. The puzzle pieces began to fall in place. She needed to find the private investigator."How secure is your mansion?" She asked."Very secure? Why ask?" He still could not understand anything she said."Go home and stay there, get your men, all of them." She instructed."Why? what is wrong?" He held her hand back when she turned to walk. away."Is Randy around?" She asked."Yeah, why? Jeez, can you atleast fill me in. All this tension and suspense is killing me." He grumbled, but he was genuinely concerned and worried.She shook her head in denial, "if what I think is correct, then I swear that I'll raise hell on this earth today." She swore through gritted teeth.He could see the hollowness and lifelessness in her when she spoke, it was as though she was about to go up in flames.He took a step back. He had never seen her this terrifying before, if