CHAPTER TEN* Blind desire*The twin bed creaked beneath his weight as his body sprawled out on the bed. The alarm blared. He grunted as he tossed over the bed to stop the alarm. Time: 11:45 amHe groaned. Yesterday was draining no doubt. They got home pretty late and he slept fitfully throughout the night. Drake sometimes stays at the Jordan's quarters around the wasteland where the stables were located. When he needed some privacy or during his time off, he goes back to his crappy flat downside-the remote area of London.When he's not working for the Jordans, then he's busy with his mechanic work. Occasionally, he does home service for the big guys in London whom he either met at the club or through the recommendation of Janice.He got out of bed, yawning and flexing his muscles. His room was reasonably small for a person or two. The labyrinth of cobwebs clouded his room. He sneezed, almost misty-eyed. The cabin flooring kept squeaking in response as he did a few push-ups wi

CHAPTER TWELVE*The Jordans 1*He could hear faint laughter and voices emanating from the far corner of the enormous house when he gingerly stepped in. He could see the maid, who was unaware of his presence, darting across the dining room where the faint voices and laughter were coming from with trays laden with sumptuous dishes of all sorts. The tantalizing scent of the food wafted through his nose causing his stomach to grumble. He let the door click shut softly behind him so as not to rouse their attention at the earliest second he stepped in. He did a couple of breathing exercises to gather himself. Thinking about his past made him doubt himself a bit and now he's fidgeting. Fuck! He needs to get his acts together! Alright man, act normal you got this!He took a deep breath and exhaled again. His boots stomped the neatly polished marble flooring as he went. He flinched as the faint voices and laughter became louder and abruptly ceased when he came into view. At this point, he

CHAPTER FOURTEEN*Mary Orwell POV*The gloomy clouds were pregnant with rain. Bolts of Lightning flickered in the sky. The heel of her boots made a clacking sound as she walked across the rocky ground of the Prison compound. the October air around her was crispy as she adjusted the shawl around her neck close to her chin.HM Prison Wandsworth is a Category B men's prison at Wandsworth in the London Borough of Wandsworth, South West London, England. It is operated by Her Majesty's Prison Service and is one of the largest prisons in the UK.As she approached the entrance, a stout middle-aged security guard arched his brows at her."May I help you, madam?" He asked."I'm here to see Douglas Orwell.""Are you related to him?""He's my husband. I am Mary Orwell.""Understood. Give me a moment." He said as he dialled the telephone while casting her the once-over look.He spoke inaudibly into the telephone while nodding and then placed the telephone back down."Bags check-in please" he moti

CHAPTER SIXTEEN*Kiss me More*"We sedate the horse and use a pair of pliers to crush one or more of the warts deeply enough to make them bleed,” the veterinarian explained. “This will often give the immune system a signal that an intruder is present, allowing the horse’s body to mount an immune response, to fight the warts, faster than when you simply leave the warts alone. Usually, within a week to 10 days, the warts shrink up and are all gone. In the meantime, we may give the young horse some bute or Banamine to help with the discomfort while recovering.” She proceeded to inject the horse with a syringe.The vet doctor gently petted the horse as it neighs softly.Drake nodded with his muscular arms folded as he aptly observed the vet doctor. Doctor Rose appears to be in her mid-thirties. Her ginger hair was pulled back in a bun. Freckles dotted her cheeks. She casually wore a striped shirt and denim jeans underneath her lab coat with a pair of hiking boots. She was averagely pretty

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN*the Radiant Isabella 1*"Hmmm... Is he that alluring?" Hannah said with a hint of humour in her voice.Janice furrowed her brows in confusion at her friend. "What? You have misgivings about him perhaps?"Hannah shook her head frantically. "No! I'm just teasing. I was wondering what's so special about him.""I don't know too. There's something captivating about him that attracts me to him. I can't get my hands on it.""Does he feel the same way about you?"Janice hesitated. Come to think of it, does Drake really feels the same way? does he at least have feelings for her? Maybe he doesn't. After all, they are just fuck buddies. I mean, that's what they were before but now... Now she's really serious about him.She bit her lower lip nervously. "I don't know for sure. And after he disappeared like that too." She shrugged "maybe to him, I'm just some spoilt twerp that he's working for and sometimes shag" Her face suddenly twisted in disgust as if she eat a bug. That didn