Denzel's words left me intrigued and surprised. Brandon is quite intelligent and has a deep understanding of his enemies. I now realized that Brandon was right about regarding Denzel as his number one enemy and always warned me to stay away from him even though he was his personal assistant."I want you to take me to the woman," I whispered, fixing my gaze on Denzel's lips as I awaited his response."Sure, I will," Denzel replied. "But let's keep it between us. Don't let her know I arranged this meeting. I'm doing it because, one, we are on a similar mission, and two, I love you, and I can do anything for you," Denzel murmured, looking into my eyes as he tried to convey how much he loved me. "Thank you," I said and looked away. I couldn't wait to meet the woman who harbored such animosity towards Brandon, someone I knew so well.Perhaps it was one of the women he had non-consensual sex with when he got drunk a few years ago. I knew one of them very well because she continued to visi
After some minutes, my heart stopped racing and I suddenly realized we weren't supposed to enter there, and Denzel took off so they wouldn't suspect he set up the meeting."Jumping…"Vera!" I muttered under my breath, trying to stop her from unleashing her usual bewildered scream."I'm sorry," Vera whimpered and quickly clamped her palm over her mouth, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. At nineteen years old, Vera and I were still virgins, so this was probably Vera's first time witnessing this kind of craziness."Vera, where's the phone?" I whispered urgently. Calmly, she handed me the cook's phone she borrowed. While Vera continued peering into the room, I knew what I had to do."Listen, Vera, I gotta record this shit. Denzel wouldn't have sent me here if it wasn't important," I explained, my voice low and full of urgency. Vera quickly set up the camera, discreetly planting it by the window to capture all the action. We both sat on the sofa in the open space, tr
As Denzel pulled over in front of a five-star hotel, we alighted and headed towards the reception. Denzel booked a room for us and we proceeded to the room."Guys, please go through the menu and place your order," Denzel said. Vera quickly took a seat near a table where the menu tablet was kept. As she began to browse the device, Denzel turned his attention back to me and pulled me closer."I'm going to the office. I'll come back in the evening to be with you. Trust me, you're going to enjoy my company," Denzel whispered into my ear."Denzel…" I started to speak, but he moved his lips closer to mine and I instinctively held his face to stop him from getting closer."Emma," he whimpered."We need to eat and rest," I said, and walked away. Denzel remained still, staring at me with a sheepish smile."Done," Vera said and stood up."Emma, I'll see you later in the evening," Denzel said as he headed towards the door."Alright," I responded and turned to Vera."What was the meaning of what
"You imbecile! What are you doing in this state?" Rachel said through gritted teeth. I folded my hands across my chest as I leaned on the door, staring at Rachel with an unhappy expression."Where did you get the video you sent to me?" Rachel asked angrily."Vera, play the full video for her," I said, still looking at the evil that stood before me. Through Bluetooth sharing, Vera connected the video to the television mounted on the wall. Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath."Fine, I have seen it! Would you stop the video?" Rachel said. Vera looked at me, but I didn't give her any command. She remained calm."Are you deaf? I said turn off the video!" Rachel yelled at Vera. As Rachel advanced towards the television, Vera quickly stopped her and pushed her away."Emma, who sent this video to you?" Rachel asked angrily."You have a wedding on Saturday," I said nonchalantly."So I should die of sexual frustration?" Rachel shouted at me."What happened to Brandon? Doesn't he satis
As we strolled down a long and narrow pathway adorned with flowers that guided us towards one of the quarters, I kept scanning my surroundings, hoping to catch sight of Brandon. However, he remained out of sight. The magnificent estate stood in stark contrast to anything I had seen in Malmö."Good day, ma'am," a voice greeted us from behind, and we turned to find a strange woman in her late fifties, dressed in dirty clothes, her hands clasped tightly between her legs and her head bowed. She appeared quite unhappy. I noticed a sudden spark of joy in Rachel's eyes, although she didn't let it show on her face."Just go inside and wait for me," Rachel calmly instructed, pointing towards a cottage that stood in the garden a few feet away. However, the woman stood still, refusing to comply."Susan, please go and wait for me!" Rachel insisted."Are you sure I will see my granddaughter on Sunday morning?" she pleaded in a distraught tone. Rachel glanced at Vera and me before returning her gaz
Brandon Henderson's Narrative. I sat in my office, staring at the statement I wrote last night. This statement would be my address to the nation. On Monday morning, while I was away, the Zenith Incorporation tower was attacked by the Phoenix Brigade, a terrorist organization wreaking havoc across our country. They kidnapped ten workers, including the granddaughter of one of our facility care techs - a five-month-old baby whose parents tragically passed away in a horrific motor accident two months ago, leaving her in the care of her elderly grandmother.My intention was to address the nation, convey my deep concern and share my plans to ensure the safe recovery of the kidnapped workers and their reunion with their families. Furthermore, I wanted to reassure the public that such an incident would never occur again.As I continued to stare at the statement, my mind was consumed by the devastating call I received from Samuel Coleman last night - a call that stole away my sleep, caused m
It was our Bachelorette night, and I found myself sitting on an elevated platform in the ballroom of the estate, surrounded by a few friends. However, my mind was unsettled, and it felt as if my heart was being torn apart. Tomorrow, I will be marrying my kidney donor. An event which should have brought me joy, but it didn't. Instead, I found myself continuously staring at the door and gazing out the window, almost hoping that Emma would emerge from the shadows, even though her presence wouldn't change the fact that I was getting married and would never be with her. As the night deepened, it became clear to me that I was asking shooting stars for a dance in the daylight where wishes shy away from the sun's truth. Like, I was dreaming of snowflakes in the desert of reality where wishes melt before they touch the ground. I couldn't bear the severe pain any longer, so I stood up and decided to head to my mother's estate. Two of my trusted bodyguards followed me, while Colonel Jared
Emma's Narrative It was already Saturday, the day of Brandon and Rachel's civil marriage. As I woke up in the morning, I felt an overwhelming sadness lingering from the dream I had."I told you to stop their civil marriage with the video in our possession, but you refused and claimed the civil marriage is a sham. And now, you're upset because Brandon is marrying Rachel," Vera remarked as she tidied up our room."It's not a real marriage. I don't see the point in wasting my energy on something that holds no value," I insisted."Then why are you feeling sad about the marriage?" Vera questioned, standing with her hands on her hips, staring at me."Last night, I had a dream where Brandon and I were intimate, and it felt amazing. He was quite gentle with me and pampered me like old times. But upon waking up, I realized it was just a dream, and I felt like crying. Now, the dream has left me feeling incredibly horny. My body feels so wet and my vulva is swollen! It's driving me crazy!" I ex