Chloe's pov
All my life, I always wanted to know how it feels to have someone you can call daddy or dad, mummy or mama. Unfortunately, I was denied that when I was five years old.The inevitable lump that always grew on my throat when walking along the aisles of supermarkets, hospitals, bookstores... Let's just say it was too painful.'Mummy I need that toy.' 'Dad, that's not the book that we were told to buy, that's the wrong one.' 'Mama I don't want them to inject me, it's too painful.'Those are some of the things I could hear kids tell their parents along the so mentioned aisles. And I could hear responses like,'Pick whichever toy you want then baby or baby you have way too many toys, why can't you use the ones back at home first.' I'm sorry baby, then which book is it?' 'It is not going to be painful, I'll be holding you the whole time and I'll kiss you better after'You know what made that a tad bit more painful? It's because Mr and Mrs Johnson were never even guardians to me, they were never there for me. They never cared about me, that makes me wonder why they volunteered to take me in.I wanted a mother who could kiss my wounds better like my mother, Isabella used to when I was a kid. I wanted a father who could keep carrying me on his shoulder like how my father used to. A father who could tell me bedtime stories, who could sing me lullabies and more importantly who could scare boys away from me while growing up.Unfortunately, I never got a chance to have a person who could be that for me. Maybe it was meant to be so. For me to suffer, to be haunted by the ghosts of my past, to be reminded of that fate night, when that gigantic man walked into our home, wearing a holster over his shoulder, a holster I believe concealed the gun he used to shoot both of them.It kills me everytime I think about it. It haunts me. Those gore image in my head...I was there, watching them fighting for their lives as that monster in a black mask over his head kept hailing bullets on them.He'd killed my nanny first because she was the one who opened the door for him thinking he was some delivery man.Everything happened so fast while I stood glued behind our coach. Mummy had put a finger over her lips, silencing me before they got shot. In a shudder state, I still stood there even after he left them lying in their cold blood, in our sitting room. I don't know how I found myself in the hospital the following day, they said I was having aftershocks.Mr and Mrs Johnson, used to be close friends to my parents, they volunteered to take me in since we had no close relatives.Three years, three freaking years, that's what it took me to speak again.I never went to school like any normal kids, no. Mr and mrs Johnson got me a tutor at home. That's how I grew up, not going to school but being homeschooled.They told me how Caesar had killed my parents because he wanted to take over their Oil refineries limited company. The company he grew up from, the company he spread it's branches all over the world, making him the remarkable tycoon he really was.It's the only thing they kept reminding me about whenever I faced them.So when I turned twenty years old that's when I was unleashed. That's when I got exposed to the world. That's when I saw those kids along the aisles making me jealous. That's when I started spying on Caesar.I so wanted to know everything about him.I found out that he's just twenty eight making me wonder, I was five years old when my parents got killed, Caesar was eight years older than me. How is that even possible?The man who killed my parents was well built and tall. A thirteen year old boy wouldn't have been that gigantic.I was reminded again that Mrs Johnson had told me that Caesar's parents were the world criminals, so it's possible that Caesar's father was the one who killed my parents.In my research I found out that both his parents died in a road accident, left Caesar at age nineteen and her sister Cherry, who was my age mate, she was eleven when they died.I had to find a way to get into Caesar's personal life. I needed to know more about him. I can't kill, so I wanted to kill him emotionally not physically.Leaving Mr Johnson's mansion, I told them my plan of bringing Caesar down and frankly, I've never seen their big grins weirdly being offered to me. Not once in my life, had they ever smiled at me, let alone talking to me about anything. The only thing they were good at was reminding me of how the Banley killed my parents. Which is good. Not complaining.It's good to be reminded of the person who killed your parents right?I had to find a place to stay at while doing my spying. I had no savings, the little money they had given me, was as good as just fare from Rochester to Bronx.I put on my best smile and asked around for a way to the Banley's estate. Because, let's be honest with each other, there's no point of biting around the bush, I had to conjure up enough courage and face my enemy.The man I hate with all my guts. Given the power, I would kill him without second thoughts. But what would that make me? I had asked myself that question. That will make me no different from him and I didn't want to stain my hands with another man's blood.I was directed to the Banley's estate, walking under the evening sun, trekking. I was only wearing black toms, a white cashmere sweater and faded black jeans. My hair was tied up in a messy pony tail and my face was already covered in sweat. I didn't even try to look good, I was probably not going there for good riddance. But all in all I was going their for riddance, ejection.You will be surprised to see the place where Caesar was coming from. The Johnson mansion was nothing compared to what I was seeing. It was a freaking palace, or can I say some sort of paradise? It was fenced with a white wall that was made up of stones, build up high and topped with barbed electric wires.Being the curious naive girl that I was, I took a peek through the open gate. Oh boy, the house was a three storey building, very monstrous, freaking the shit out of me.I approached the gate man who stood there in all his glory looking as scary as death. I still conjured up all the strength I had and greeted him,"Good evening, sir." I bowed down a little to show him a tad bit of respect rolling my eyes as I did so."Good evening young lady, how may I help you?" His voice was gruffy but all polite unlike his facial expression."Any job available here? I'm hunting for a job sir." Politely, I replied pulling my best puppy look."I'm sorry ma'am." He replied casually dismissing me. " Banley junior doesn't employ people here. He only has one general maid for him. She's the chef and everything here. And there's only one man who does the plumbing stuff, shearing, weeding flowers, cutting grass and such..." He looked apologetic. The stunt look I had pulled really worked.I faked a face fall, tears also gathered up in my eyes at the same time. "I thought I was going to be lucky after a long week of job hunting." I almost cried. Not." I'm really sorry." He replied apologetically. Before I could reply back, I heard a loud honk, looking behind me, there was a red audi .I was going to question Caesar's sanity for driving a red car but my mind went into a turmoil when a very beautiful barbie girl came out. She was blonde with a charismatic smile on her face. She looked sophisticated and for a moment there I regretted standing on their holy grounds.Except not...Tbc..."Hello, are you the lady who was supposed to come help me with some work?" She asked politely walking towards me.Tongue tied, I shook my head and nodded at the same time. Oh Chloe what are you doing?"Well, let's go." She took my free hand and directed me towards her posh car. I looked back to the astonished gateman and winked. He seemed to get it and a small smile creeped on his lips nodding, like saying, 'I got you.'Getting on the posh leather seats on the passenger side I felt light headed from all the coziness in the car."Velma, I'm sorry I stood you here. My classes were a little prolonged." She quipped.So the lady who was supposed to be here is called Velma? Good grief! How am I supposed to act now? I questioned myself."It's... Okay." I stuttered fiddling with my hands.Who is she? She had classes? Oh christ lord. Which work is it that am supposed to help her? Do I know how it's done?I kept asking myself as she drove us to their basement where a parking lot was. Even thoug
Two weeks laterCan a girl dream? Dream like dream dream?Ask me how I got to stay with Cherry in the Banley's mansion for fifteen freaking days and I'll have no clue on how to answer that question. It just happened to be so, we got to be friends with cherry way too faster than for everybody else's liking. Yeah, firstly because I was a complete stranger to her, so I blamed her for trusting so easily.But my question was, our friendship, was it possibly real? I loathed her brother who happened to have stayed at his business trip for an insanely long duration of time thus making me more angrier and impatient. I knew better than to let my cool slip anyway. Life was soft and sweet to be honest. For fifteen days, I lived like any girl or some girls for that matter. I could wake up from my guest bed, the room next to Cherry's, take a slow shower or even enjoy a warm bath in her bathtub when she was at school. Then I will go for breakfast. It wasn't exactly breakfast, it was a combined br
Caesar's POVI had to blink severally for my eyes to believe what I was seeing in front of me. The moment I entered Cherry's room to see the so called friend she forced me into greeting, everything stopped working, except for my eyes which kept magnifying themselves.At first I was mesmerized by her chocolate hair that fell freely on her back, her glistening smooth skin and long legs with an averagely protruding butt.As if that wasn't enough, she surprised me more with her innocence, Cherry must have lied to me when she told me she was twenty, who in her whole twenty years doesn't know what squirting is? She was too innocent even in her soft voice. There was more when she looked up, how can someone be that beautiful and innocent all at once? She was a definition of beautiful to me. But what stood out, was her clear brown eyes with no emotions reading.Her voice was like a caress to me and for the first time I felt like I could talk forever not minding a fucking second wastage of ti
Chloe's POVHe looked down at me, straight into my eyes, his eyes lingered there a little too longer, my eyes never left his too. They were begging him to kiss me. I wanted this kiss more than anything.From my enemy, fuck that notch. I cared less, that never meant I was changing, that never meant I was withdrawing my plans, no I just wanted him to kiss me. After that, I was to carry on with my plans. I was to kill him emotionally too.But at that moment, the naive girl that I was, wanted to feel how other people felt when they kissed, what other girls my age felt.His eyes became darker when he shifted them to my lips, I could feel his breathing, his eyes lingered on my lips again, he was scanning them. He then looked at my eyes and I batted my eyelashes, communicating something.He needed nothing more, he needed no more signal. That was it for us.As if striken, I felt his lips fresh on mine, I was shocked and I felt something like an electric signal being sent down to my nerves. I
Caesar's POVThings were never the same again. Everything changed with just a kiss I can call mere. I wasn't thinking straight anymore, Marvelous Chloe's innocence was unraveling me. She was so not for this world.Who in her almost twenty one years knew nothing about the other gender, she didn't even know she was touching my boner which was reacting sweetly to her.But that's not it. I wanted to know her. More and more. So I decided to conduct a private investigation. Since she had told me she was from Rochester, I decided to go there by myself. I asked for the Johnson's. Cherry had once told me that the girl always had nightmares and she'd heard her mention Mrs Johnson and something to do with begging her in those nightmares. That was an enough clue to lead me.Apparently, I found out that Mrs Johnson was the freaking wife of the man who used to be my dad's best friend. The fake best friend who never even attended his funeral. Fate must have been pulling tricks on me, how the littl
Caesar's pov"What are you doing to me Marvelous Chloe." I whispered pulling away from the heated kiss to look at her.She looked even more innocent with swollen pink lips. She looked at me with hooded amber eyes, sneaked her tongue out and brushed her lower lip lightly before tucking it back in.When she didn't respond. She lifted her hand up and traced it along my jaw to the stubble on my chin. Yet again, I found myself leaning into her soft touch."God you're so beautiful." I inhaled sharply as I watched her run her hand to my cheeks. She was clueless to what she was doing to me."Is it bad to kiss someone who's not your husband?" She asked shocking the daylights out of me."Why?" I asked back."Because we just kissed and you're not my husband or boyfriend for that matter." She dropped her hand and looked down on her fingers."But that doesn't make it wrong because I've no girlfriend or wife, neither do you have a boyfriend or husband.""But I know this is very wrong Caesar." She
It was about time for me to go home and I was really happy because I was going to try cooking something new.On top of that all, it was on a Friday, that meant that my beauty sleep was really waiting for me.On Thursday and Fridays we had practical cooking lessons and so we could cook various types of meals and present them to our instructor. It was no doubt I had became more comfortable with basic cooking techniques. Like making sweet and sour meatballs and I knew how to stirfry plus, I was no longer wondering of what mesclun was, I was even thinking of inviting Cherry's friends over to show off those new culinary skills. Because my friend Nicole from the same class was well aware of my cooking.Part of serving great food was presentation: like the salad nicoise, it was supposed to appeal to your mouth, nose, eyes and thinking senses. Mrs Reyes taught us that you don't have to be a trained chef to learn the basics of plating, which is the art of presenting food in an attractive way.
"Wow, who's that hottie?" Bradley leaned closer to my ear and whispered. All the laughter was cut out and I was looking at the indeed hottie infront of me who was not in his working clothes but jet black ripped jeans and off white t-shirt and black vans. He looked so young and hot. And edible, that's corny!For a moment there, I forgot how to breath. I just sat there looking up at him a smile etching on my lips."Let's go Chloe." Just Chloe? I'm not his marvelous Chloe? I don't know but I'd come to like that nickname and it felt good rolling off his tongue.I turned to look at Bradley who looked as shocked as me. He was still drinking him in but I kicked him slightly on his ribcage to wake him up from stupor and he groaned. I gave him a light one sided hug."See you on Monday Bradley." I waved him off as Caesar took my hand and dragged me into his car.He opened the passenger door for me and tucked me in a seatbelt a little too roughly. He turned around and did the same to himself a