***Xander*** I found myself sitting at a table opposite my boss in the quiet area of the club. He was staring directly at my face, making me nervous, but he wasn’t saying anything. I wondered if he called me here just to look at me or if he had something to give me. I rested my hand on the table, glancing at him. He cleared his throat and finally spoke up. "…Xander, I said I wanted to talk to you." He said. "Yes, what do you want to say? Say it, don’t hesitate." I replied. He pursed his lips and looked at me with pitiful eyes as if the word he had to say would shatter me. "I am sorry to tell you... uh, I promise you this is out of my power; I am helpless, I can’t do anything about it, even if I like you, I can’t do anything to stop this from happening; I’m on the verge of losing my job, please understand…" I cut in. "I don’t quite get you, could you stop speaking in riddles and cut to the chase?" I questioned. He stroked his beard firmly before answering. "You are fired, Mr Carter.
*****Ashley***** I strolled into one of the famous strip clubs owned by my father with Jake. I was told Noah was there, doing shady businesses and getting down with some naughty chicks. My phone beeped in my bag. I pulled out the phone from my bag and signalled Jake to go look for Noah while I read the text I had gotten from Dave. It read: The job is done. I smiled at the text and shoved my phone back into my bag. I had released a huge sum of money to bribe some corrupt government officials so they would get Xander fired, so he would have no option but to come to me. The time I gave him was up, it was one hour until midnight. I would be waiting for his call. I smirked to myself as I heard Jake calling me. "My queen, I found him!" He yelled. I looked around and found him standing behind Noah, who was pouring alcohol on the butt of a stripper that was shaking her big ass as if her life depended on it. The splash of the alcohol was touching Noah’s clothes, but he didn’t care; he just ke
He smirked and pulled me closer to him in the blink of an eye with his hand wrapped around my waist. I could feel his stinky breath on my face as he moved his face closer to mine with his eyes resting on my lips. "That kiss wasn’t enough to convince me…it wasn’t deep enough." He said in hushed tones. "Why don’t we take our relationship to the next level? Spend the night in my arms, and I will believe you," he said. Hearing his nasty thoughts was making my blood boil. Even if he were the last man on earth, I would never have sex with him. "What’s wrong? Don’t you want to be with me anymore?" He asked trying to kiss me, I tried to hide my disgust, flinching at his gestures as he attempted to kiss me, and closed my eyes tightly, expecting another uncomfortable kiss from him when he let me go. "Ashley baby, you may have underestimated me, just because I am drunk doesn’t mean I am dumb." He said stroking his hair backwards. "It doesn’t mean I will fall for your tricks; you have hated me f
I walked over to the crime tape and he started escorting me into the crime scene. All eyes were on us as we were walking in the middle of the road. My damaged car, where the doctor was murdered, was still there with its door wide open and dried blood all over the floor close to it. I slowly went to the car and snooped inside; the seat of the car had a hole made by a bullet, as did the front glass. "Be careful not to touch anything, the doctors said, the doctor died due to the bullet." The cop said I exhaled and placed my hands on my hips, glancing at the road. There were a few surrounding cars, including one that was parked on the other side of the road, facing my car. "Were there any eyewitnesses?" I inquired. "No, Ms Gates," he responded flatly. "That's impossible; my bodyguard told me the road was busy when he was driving the car, which meant there were a lot of people around when it happened," I said. "Yeah, there are, but... the people are refusing to speak, they are acting lik
AUTHOR’S POV "What! Who told him to do that?!?" Ashley asked, her lips trembling. "I have no idea... but I think he has given up on living." The butler replied in a sad tone. "T-Tell him not to think about death, tell him I will not let him die, I will try my best to cure him," Ashley said with her voice hoarse. Tears shone in her eyes, threatening to fall out, but she blinked them back, trying her best to stay strong. "Just take care of him, okay." She said in a low tone. "I will try my best." He assured her before she hung up on him. She dropped the phone, rubbing her forehead with her thumb. "My dad will be okay; I will save him," she muttered to herself, using it to calm herself down. She opened the bottom drawer on the nightstand and took out a rifle before shutting it. She turned off the light in the room, making the room extremely dark because the moonlight couldn’t get in through her thick curtains. She lay on the bed, using the duvet to cover herself, as she placed the rif
Xander made stupid noises as he rummaged through the bottles on the table for the one that still had alcohol in it. He caught one that still had a little bit of alcohol in it, but it was at the bottom. He stuck out his tongue, shaking the bottle in his mouth, but only a drop touched his dried tongue. "Argghh!!" he screamed in frustration and pushed all the bottles on the table to the floor, some of them breaking in the process. He felt dizzy and wasted; his eyes were extremely red, and his head went out of his control and landed on the table with a great thud. He groaned in pain, closing his eyes as he sat there, drifting to sleep. Melody was in a taxi with her boyfriend; the taxi was driving through the streets of one of the major cities in Canada, Toronto. Melody was looking out the window of the taxi. The beautiful but windy atmosphere around her added to the uncanny mood. Melody was extremely happy that she was finally living a dream, she was out of Florida, where she had lived he
Xander dashed into the bathroom, fuming in anger, and took off his shorts. He turned on the shower, standing under it as the cool water started pouring on his body, making all his pores rise. The pain he was feeling inside was intense, and the career he had spent a lot of years planning had been ruined. He took a shampoo and poured it on his hair, washing it with it as what Ashley told him played in his head. "Your sister sold you to me…" "Ahhh!!" He screamed in terror as soap lather ran down his face, forcing him to close his eyes. Ashley was in her dressing room, going through all the clothes. The room was a total mess, with clothes and bags all over the place. She grabbed a bag and searched with panic in her eyes. "No! This can’t be, I am sure I kept it in the bag I carried yesterday." She thought running her hands through her hair as the door of the room was opened by two maids. "I want you guys to search with me, I am looking for a flash drive." She explained to them, tossing th
Dave followed Ashley to her control room and watched as she violently dragged her security guard out of his seat. The security guard flinched and exited the room. Her gaze landed on him. "You can operate a supercomputer, right?" She asked. "Yes, but what is this about? And why did you kick him out?" he inquired. "There is no time to explain, thank goodness you are here. I can’t trust anyone here." She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the seat in front of the supercomputer. She stood behind him, resting her hand on the headrest of the chair, and handed him the flash drive. "I want you to play the video that is on this flash drive." She said. "Okay…" he said, and shoved it into the computer and started operating it. "I think it contains evidence that can prove Chris’s innocence," she said. He pressed the computer button and entered the video. They both focused on the video in the screen, they could only see the front view of the road, indicating that the car was facing forward befor