"Here I thought I was supposed to be the one running late." Brant said as soon as Linda walked in. He'd arrived earlier and booked a private lounge for them to talk."Sorry but I came on foot." Linda defended.She made herself comfortable opposite him, picking up an already filled glass of red champagne."Ok, so where do we start?" Brant asked."Ok, it might not be much, but I think that it is something." She adjusted herself on her seat. " I managed to talk to my dad right? Since technically, I used his interest in partnering with you to raise the topic about Uncle Melo and during the discussion, he talked about how Uncle Melo had good business ideas that never materialized in time because a bunch of people did not stand with him…" she narrated.Brant leaned back in his seat, sipping his champagne. He was in no hurry, he let the captivating taste roll along his tongue and down to his palate, all the while paying one hundred percent attention to Linda.".... and so I asked about any o
"Do you have any idea how much you drive me crazy? I just could not stop thinking about you throughout the day." He whispered, crashing his lips on hers without any warning.Ignoring her surroundings, she reciprocated his kiss.He grabbed her butt and squeezed it, bringing her body closer to his as he deepened the kiss.They stood there, leaning on the bar rails and kissed for about a minute before she placed her hand on his hard chest and gently pushed him back, creating some distance between their bodies."I gotta go." She whispered breathlessly.He nodded, held her hand and guided her to where Monty was."Good evening boss, reporting for duty, sorry that I am late." She put on a serious face as she spoke to Monty.Frost made himself comfortable on the long couch. She remained standing.Monty was staring at her with undisguised disgust."Come with me," he ordered in a deep voice, standing up on his feet.She glanced at Frost for a second, he nodded, "I'll wait for you here." She ta
"Ok, you would train my women, but in the meantime, you would be my personal bodyguard." He announced.Her eyes shot up, if the room had just a little bit more lighting, her beam would have definitely been unconcealed."You would be stationed outside that door and make sure no one comes in unless I ask you to let them in." He said;' That's it? I'm a stationary bodyguard?' she yelled mentally in disbelief, ' What does he take me for, a royal palace guard or something?' she frowned."You'll report here every weekend at 8:30pm." He added.Only on weekends?" She asked, concealing her disappointment. She was hoping that he'll ask her to hang out with him on his expeditions, that way, even if she does not know his face or identity, staying that close to him would give her a window to pick up something unique and substantial about him."Yes Phoebe, If you want to work on weekdays you can…." He started."No need, I'm fine with weekends." She cut him off."Monty would tell you about the stru
** WARNING **MATURED CONTENTFabiola guilty waved her hands through her disheveled hair, straightening the rumpled strands."Good evening Mrs Peabody." Frost greeted the elderly woman who joined them in the elevator."Oh, Gerald, how was your day?" She asked with a smile. "It was cool Mrs Peabody," He replied politely."Greetings ma'am." Fabiola greeted politely. She stole a glance at Frost. 'So his name is Gerald huh?' she asked herself, smiling mischievously.He narrowed his eyes down at her."How are you, child?" Mrs Peabody was Frost's flat mate."I'm doing fine ma'am, and you?" Fabiola asked in return.They both stood behind Mrs Peabody, that way, Mr Frost's hard-on was not noticeable to the old Lady."Oh, I'm doing perfectly ok, I came downstairs to meet Gaëlle, she gave me a manicure for free." The old lady announced with glee, showing her freshly painted nails to the couple."It is so beautiful, wow!" Fabiola was the one to compliment her, while leaning down to inspect her
"Hmm, I love mysteries, but give me something." He pressed;"Ok…" she tapped her chin, pretending to be in deep thought, "I'll tell you my birth name, and you'll figure out the name I go with now." She said;He raised his brows. "Ok, bring it on."My birth name was Phoebe Guantaloup, well, that is what I was told. But I don't remember myself ever being addressed by that name. And I tried to find anything about me, you know? But it is like that person never existed. The only version I know about myself is the version I remember living, nothing more nothing less." She dropped her face and narrated sorrowfully.She was versed with men always wanting to see a woman as weak and pitiful, she knew just the right buttons to press."Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Who revealed your birth name to you?" He asked, raising himself on one arm resting on the soft pillow.Her story piqued his interest.She could easily detect the curiosity on his face, she smiled internally."Oh, it was the sister suprem
"Where the hell are you coming from at this time of the night?" Brant raised himself from the wall he was leaning on, almost invisible on her porch. He stepped into the light.She halted abruptly, she was not expecting anyone to be by her doorstep waiting for her at this time of the night."Jeez Brantley, what the fuck are you doing here?" She took a deep breath and asked, as though he did not scare the dead devil out of her ass."I came to see you, isn't it obvious?" He asked, taking a step forward towards her. She could see a shallow frown on his forehead."Where are you coming from this late?" He asked again."You are not my father or husband that I have to answer to you how I spend my time, and you have no damn right to show up at my house any fuck'in time." She ground her teeth, pushed past him and proceeded to open her door.He stayed silent, observing her with a frown. She smelled different, masculine maybe."Whatever it was that carried you here today, it can still wait till
She quickly opened her closet, pulling a particular silver cloth hanger, revealing another wall packed with ammunition. Unfortunately, the wall was pretty narrow to serve as a hideout.She knew that Brant would probably have an agape look right now, but she did not care. She could not carry much either, she got her favorite automatic rifle and a smart watch.She grabbed her pistol and knife from under her pillow and quickly stuck it in her waist band."Who are those people?" Brant asked.She ignored his question.She pulled a little wood carved porcupine resting on her bedside cupboard, the bed automatically raised itself to reveal a shining five step ladder."Holy shit! Who are you?" Brant asked in disbelief."Get in, quick!" She hurried him. She could get the steady stamping of heavy boots gradually approaching the door.Good thing Brant did not argue.There was a hard push at the door, he heard it too, because he hastened his pace. She followed suit. She literally jumped down, t
"Grenade!" She heard one guy announce, that was the second voice she was getting, and it certainly wasn't Monty's.She was right, there were more than just two of them.She waited for it to explode, but instead, she heard something drop a few centimeters from her feet…Her eyes bulged open, her life flashed before her eyes, adrenaline overtook her."Fuccckkkk!!!" She cursed, it was as though time slowed down.She took one moment again to look at what dropped, making sure she actually saw it right, fuck yeah! It was the damn grenade, her own grenade.The tables turned, adrenaline kicked in, she knew that there was no way she could outrun it, so she did what anyone in her situation would do, dive.She dived through the narrow opening she and Brant had created, flinging her gun in the air. It did not matter where a landed. About the same time, the grenade exploded. The impact from the explosion threw her further. She landed on a body… Brantley's.It was as though she were seeing the sta