"One arm to go, next…." She taunted."I fuckin' get it, bitch." Monty yelled through gritted teeth.He held his dangling hand diligently. His face was coated with pain."What did you say about girls?" She gulped down from the bottle again, ignoring the eyes on her."You fuckin' broke my arm!" He yelled."Just one, you requested for broken bones." She said nonchalantly, "Oh, and I only dislocated it," she said proudly."Fuck you," he groaned in pain."I can fix it if you want." She offered proudly."You'll pay for this!" "What insolence!" She clicked her tongue, drinking from the bottle once more. She emptied it, given the fact that some had spilled earlier."Come, let's go." She turned to Frost who was actually looking like frost."Are you ok?" She asked with genuine concern. Monty was still grunting by her feet. Only the music could be heard in the room. For a second there, she had completely forgotten about Brant."Uh-huh, I'm fine." Frost replied absentmindedly, finally closing
**MATURED CONTENT***He licked her cunt dry of her juices, brought her to the edge of the clift, but before she could jump off, he stopped everything he was doing.She sighed in disappointment. He smiled at her reaction."I'd love for you to blow me but right now, this guy would definitely explode in less than a couple of seconds if that mouth of yours touches it." Frost stated as he crawled his way to her mouth."Another time it is." She smiled, at least he had plans for next time. It was not just a one 'night of pleasure' thing.She needed to keep him at all costs. Even if Pops stated that she and Carl were not to compete, they both knew that it is always a competition with Pops. He'll definitely reward whoever gets to the bottom of it first.Her thoughts were interrupted by the preying of her mouth open by Frost's tongue.She gave in to her desire, opening her mouth for him to explore.She could taste herself on his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the
If her hunch was right and the driver sitting behind that Audi was actually Randy, the last thing she needed was him knowing that she was actually Fabiola.She went back in, picked a table and enjoyed her drink. It was pretty late and her eyes were heavy with sleep, she needed to get home asap.From her spot, she had a clear view of the outside, clear enough to see Rand walking towards her. He could probably see her too, given the good lighting in the Restau.She waited patiently, exploring all her options to lose him. As if fate heard her cry, a delivery truck pulled up in the driveway, shielding both of them from each other's view. She took the opportunity to dash in the kitchen. Everyone was busy going about his or her own business. She marched to the storage room, grabbed a fresh set of kitchen aprons and its Jacket. She tossed the apron aside and dabbed the black jacket over her gown. She looked around to make sure no one was watching and there were no cameras around. Satisfie
"Hey!" He called after her."Hey, I did not intend to sound offensive." He said when he got to his outer office, she was arranging files on her desk."I know," she replied dryly, without sparing him a glance.He took a deep breath. "Look at me," he held her hand and turned her to face him.She did not protest."I am sorry." His voice was shallow."You are not directly responsible for my pain, so you have to stop apologizing everytime. You need to understand that everything I set my eyes on or my ears hear reminds me of them." Surprisingly, she explained it calmly."I know that, can you just let me in, just at the door, let me hold your hand in my own way." He said softly."Maybe I should remind you why I am here after all, you need to stop being nice to me because trust me, I will take advantage of you whenever I get the least chance to do so." She spat, maybe not aggressively, but definitely in a serious tone.Her mean words no longer had an effect on him… maybe just a little. He un
"They would, my parents clearly would." He stated confidently."Would you be happy to see the person you killed come back to life?" She fired."What are you talking about?" He took a step forward, tilting his to the side as he squinted his brows questioningly."Heeh, nothing, just saying." Mila shrugged.He clearly was not buying any of it because when she stood up and grabbed her handbag to leave, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, causing her body to crash on his.Her breath hitched up, she stared at him, hoping that what she felt was mutual, but unfortunately, his usual apologetic or jovial look was gone, he wore a dead serious expression."You are still my secretary and you don't get to leave during working hours unless I say so." He said sternly, pulling an aura.She scoffed, "Aight boss! Whatever you say." She replied sarcastically, shaking her arm off his grip."Answer my question!" He scolded. "What were you insinuating by that statement?" He rephrased, tightening his g
"Mila Rivers?" Both of them froze…"Miss McGraw?" Mila was the first to break the silence, Brant remained frozen. His subconscious mind knew that Mila would definitely blame him for this because she'd warned him to avoid voicing that name…he blew it."What are you doing here, Linda?" Brant cleared his throat and asked, taking a step to stand in between both women, afterall he was the man here. He had to put his shit together and man up."Are you really Mila?" Linda's voice cracked, she ignored Brant and tilted her head to the side, directing her question to Mila."Does it change anything?" Mila asked."I said it, you looked familiar, oh My God, Mila!" She pushed past Brant, dropped her bag on the floor as she engulfed Mila in her arms.Mila rolled her eyes and frowned at Brant at the same time."You are alive?" Linda teared up, tightening her arms around Mila. That was definitely not the reaction she'd expected from Linda, given how arrogant she was towards her just a few weeks ago
New Lead."Your father killed the Rivers?" Linda asked in disbelief, gasping in shock.Mila looked unfazed."Seriously, is that the only thing you could grab from all that I just voiced?" Brant asked.Linda was still dumbfounded."Which part of it all do you not understand, or are you just in denial?" Mila fired."Did he kill him because of their argument?" Linda asked, seemingly lost in her thoughts."What argument?" Mila asked with a frown, curiosity picked her."Uncle Melo and Mr White were arguing over something…" Linda started."Where?" Mila cut in.Brant looked from one woman to another. He could see the eagerness on Mila's face and the bamboozlement on Linda's.He too was itchy to get Linda's story. He had not yet accepted the fact that his father was a murderer and all in just less than an hour, more evidence was being shed on the case, clearly not in his favour.'Could it be true?'"At my father's Resort, I was going to find my father when I saw them in one of the private boo
"You want me to waste him?" Dom asked in a serious tone."Holy Fuck! Dominique!" Fabiola yelled. "What is wrong with you and violence? For Christ sake, be human for once!" She scolded him as if he were a kid.Dom was in charge of doing Pop's dirty work, he was good at it and left no trails behind. But one thing she came to discover about him was that he was good with electronics. He once confessed to her that his dream was to join NASA someday, all that went down the drain when he got entangled in this lifestyle…a lifestyle he could never escape from."What did I say wrong?" He feigned ignorance.She clicked her tongue in annoyance, "Just shut up and listen. I need to know what both men talked about." She said,"Where did it take place?" He asked."The McGraw Resort uphill." She replied."I bet they should have been cameras somewhere, anything…do what you gotta do." She said,"You mentioned that Mr McGraw might have a clue on it, right?" Dom asked."Yeah, why?" She asked suspiciously.