"There's no need to be uptight, Charlotte," Detective Randall Harrington said. He managed a smile. "We're on the same page here."Charlotte appeared to be thinking. On second thoughts, she said, "I'll have some tea.""Of course."He disappeared to the dining room across from the sitting room and returned a moment later with a glass of tea. He handed her the cup of sweet tea and tried not to stare at her full sensual lips as she sipped from the steaming glass.Beautiful was the wrong word for this petite brunette. She was sexy. Painfully sexy. She was creamy skin and velvet softness and quivering vulnerable femininity, every inch of a lady.The only incongruous note about her was her attitude. Beneath her four-hundred-dollar coat, this woman was cocky to the bone.She reminded him of his wife, Amelia. Like him, she came from stinking wealth and her advantage in life rubbed off hugely on her personality. It was her cockiness and his inability to stick with her alone that had caused his
Rayne Parker stood before the counter and gazed out the window. It was a beautiful spring morning at California Avenue with omens of summer everywhere. On each side of the road running from California Avenue down to Lincoln Drive, bright pink blossoms were already bursting forth over the whitewashed walls of the houses. Rayne had often been struck by those whitewashed walls. It seemed incongruous to have such humble exteriors surrounding such lavish mansions, each one stuffed full of every luxury money could buy.Rayne worked at one of such mansions. It was a shopping mall, albeit not an ordinary one. They sold things ranging from groceries to superficial things like cosmetics and every manner of luxury clothing.She'd started working here about a year before and there was only one regular set of customers that she was accustomed to. She recognized them when she saw them. They always had that same look of unbothered regret on their faces. They regretted what they did but they were n
Edmund opened his diary, a padded red-cover book with his name written on it and wrote;"Dear diary,I have no idea what this feeling is but I do hope it's not love. It feels stupid to be so vulnerable because of a single human. It feels horrible to start being affectionate towards a mere mortal. Whenever I see someone so much as look at her, whether man or woman, I want to kill them. It's crazy what she does to me! If this is love, then, I just want somebody to shoot me in the head and end it all."He slammed the diary shut and buried his head in his palms, his mind wrapped in confusion. He was thinking of everything and nothing in particular. The mundane things of life. That was what he called them.Just this morning, he'd received a message from his mother. She was asking him how things were going along with 'Laura'. He'd told her that the relationship was moving smoothly and had hoped that it would end there. But of course, it didn't. She'd gone ahead to make him fix a dinner date
Edmund stared at Dre for a long time, or rather, he stared into space for a long time. Dre's genial hopeful face just happened to be in the way. A few minutes ago, he'd arrived at Sibley Memorial hospital where he'd learnt that Emily had been admitted a few minutes ago. The text message he'd received on his phone was supposedly typed by Dre who had now introduced herself as Emily's friend. There was something familiar about her heavily made-up face but he could not quite place his hand on it yet. All he knew, for now, was that Dre was nice and down to earth and willing to sacrifice anything for her friend and…. The doctor walked in. She wore a bleached white laboratory coat over the shirt and trousers that she had on. Edmund and Dre cleared the way for her to pass through. She went straight to Emily and placed the stethoscope on her body. Her face bore a grim look. "Will she be alright?" Dre asked, her voice filled with despair. Dr. Mia Sanders shook her head. A small, hopeful s
Charlotte Baker prepared a smile on her face as she raced towards the door. She'd gotten the distress call from her sister over an hour ago and due to the severity of the issue, she'd insisted that she came over to the house so they could talk. Edmund wasn't home after all. She held the door opened and wrapped a frosty grin on her face. The woman that stood before her was a young lady in her early twenties. She was an attractive lady with a slender figure, fine bone structure and sparkling emerald eyes. Charlotte wondered how many heads she must have turned on her way here. Not that it was anything new anyway. Lucy had always had that charm since when they were little girls and apparently, she'd only gotten more attractive when she transformed into an adult. In the early years of her parent's marriage, it had just been her and Lucy. Naturally, everyone believed that all of her father's possessions would be passed on to her as his first child when he died and for well over fifteen y
Emily hurried past the winding doors of the hospital and stepped into the blinding sunlight outside the premises. A car circled around to her side at once. She stopped, dazed. She glanced quickly over her shoulders and found Dre walking behind her. Then, she relaxed her shoulders and heaved a slow breath. It's showtime. She thought.Jason jumped out of the car in a frenzy and advanced towards her. He had a questioning look on his face."Are you okay?" He asked, on reaching her."Yes, I am," Emily said, her face solid.Jason looked uncertain."I called you severally and you didn't answer. Your location was on, so I decided to track you down. When I noticed that you'd been static at the hospital for over an hour, I got scared. I thought something was wrong."Emily blushed."I'm perfectly fine, babe."He studied her for a long moment, his eyes hovering over her body, like a man looking for a fault in his car.Dre reached her side and flashed him a genial smile."Hey, Jason. Long time, n
Emily stepped out of the hotel into the open, feeling as nervous as a teenager on her first date. Edmund trotted behind him, clutching a briefcase in one hand while the other hand buttoned his suit.They were at the heart of the city of Paris where Emily was going to help Edmund decide the fate of his company. This was no ordinary meeting. She'd figured out that much. The French took their holiday and weekends seriously and as such, prohibited any work to be done within those time limits.But against all odds, Edmund had dragged her to Paris on a weekend to talk business with prospective clients, business that would determine whether they would still have a deal by Monday morning or not.A limousine was waiting outside when she sauntered out of the winding doors of the hotel they'd lodged at. She jumped into it and Edmund followed suit. They sat apart from each other inside the limousine. As the vehicle tore past the streets of Paris, Emily found herself feeling like she'd strayed i
ll through the flight home, Emily could not stop thinking of one thing; how she was going to face Jason after everything that had just happened. She was so immersed in her thoughts about him that she unconsciously forgot about how Edmund had lowered his pride and done the most unexpected thing earlier that morning.He'd begged her to stay! Edmund had begged her to stay! She knew Fache contributed to a very great extent to his decision to let her stay after everything that had happened already, but she didn't mind. All that mattered was that she was no longer leaving. The plan to save SkyNet was still on.A limousine was waiting for both Edmund and herself at the airport and as soon as they landed, it took her home first. Then, it took Edmund back to his house. Thankfully, Edmund had given her the day off.He'd done that with a long face, a reminder that he wasn't happy to do what he'd just done but must have been compelled by something beyond him to do so. Emily knew that there was no