By the time she got back to the office, Linda was not there anymore. Brant had buried himself on his laptop.She went back to her job as a secretary, pretending as if the morning never happened.She knew that Brant was working twice as hard today as a distraction.She chose not to accompany him to his meetings today, he did not force her. He was surprisingly gentle and nicer to her. She'd expected him to be an arse all day because of everything she said, but he was acting on the complete contrary.She just could not hold it back when he brought her lunch."What are you up to Brantley White?" She furrowed her brows at him."Serving my girlfriend lunch?" He said it like it was supposed to be obvious.She raised her brows and narrowed her eyes at him. "Which language do you want me to break down to tell you that I am not your girlfriend?" She was on the verge of yelling.He drew in a deep breath, "My parents are still expecting my girlfriend to show up tonight and I…""Tell them we broke
"Shall we?" Her cheerful voice pulled him out of his thoughts."Sure." He forced a smile, standing up from the couch. It was damn comfortable, by the way.She did her make-up lightly and got her shoes on, canvas of course."I love your shoes." He commented, looking down at her feet.She rolled her eyes, "Dah, I wear them almost every day." She said,"Or assassin boots?" He leaned beside her ears and whispered."Get the fuck away!" She yelled and playfully pushed him out of the door.He chuckled.She buried herself in her phone throughout the ride, texting back and forth with Pops and Carlson.Was she nervous? No!Angry? Definitely yes!But she was more anxious than angry. Why? She had no idea.Maybe because she'd be dining with her enemy, just like Judas and Jesus, except she was not Jesus to forgive the betrayal. She was gonna kill the Judas in her life."You'll be fine." Brant placed his hand on her lap and squeezed it softly. It made her beating heart calm down for a second, she f
As soon as dinner was over, Fabiola quickly excused herself, with the pretext that she was feeling dizzy.Mrs White did comment on the fact that it was only a few minutes past 8pm, probably still too early to be sleepy. But Fabiola insisted that she was tired from working all day.Brant opted to drive her home, she agreed.He thought that her reason for rushing home was because she wanted to get away from his parents.Grandmaster thought the same too, he smiled watching the images slide through the screen…video footage actually.He smiled, at least she was scared…probably, it was good, that way it'll only ignite the burning desire for revenge in her."Do you want me to stick around here a bit?" Brant asked when he pulled up outside her house.She looked at him with a serious look, "I don't need a babysitter, you should go and do that to your sisters." She stated, climbing out of the car without even turning to view the petrified look on Brantley's face."Oh, good night by the way." She
"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