All Chapters of My Rival's Desire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Pops stood up and welcomed Fabiola in a tight hug.She relaxed in the comfort of his arms. He was an old plumbed man with a developing pot belly and overgrown greyish dotted beard covering the line of his mouth, but his handsomeness was still no doubt unable to be concealed.He could kill for his cigar and whiskey or vodka. He had a permanent strong scent that she'd gotten used to already… "I miss you Pops." She wrapped her arms around him and whispered with a cute pout. This was the only place where she could be herself and not have to pretend. She could let go of her pain and break her shell because she knew that she couldn't be any safer anywhere else on the planet except here__in his arms."It's been just a couple of weeks." Pops said with a soft chuckle."A couple of weeks and four days, that's a long time." She complained."We've been apart longer than that," "Yeah, but in different towns or countries, not in the same town." She argued. "You are beginning to sound as if I mea

"So then, why did you come after me that night?" She asked."Because My Boss asked for you, and he's gonna get you whether you like it or not." He gave her a bloody smile, but she remained unfazed."Dom?" She called, " Give us some privacy, would you?" She said without turning to gauge the men in the room."Are you sure?" Dominique asked with worry in his voice."Yes, step out." She ordered."Aight, I'll be around the corner." He said as he backed out, accompanied by the other dudes."Nah, go do ya shit, I'll take care of buddy here." She turned to face Dom.He narrowed his eyes on her."Chill, he'll be alive… I promise." She said guiltily. She had no intention of killing nobody today."Aight, appelle moi si tu me besoin." (Call me if you need me). She nodded."Where can I find him then?" She directed her question to the Cartel scapegoat."You don't find him, he finds you." He stated bluntly in a shallow voice coated with pain."Don't tell me that bullshit! You'd better help me help

**** WARNING **** MATURED CONTENTAnother girl was giving a man dressed in a suit a good blowjob."A beautiful girl is not supposed to be on her own." A voice said beside her. The owner of the voice grabbed her butt and squeezed it.She moaned and bit her lower lip seductively as she turned to look at the face.He was handsome and tall no doubt… and pretty high too. He'd probably been drinking all night.She did not care though, she needed company so as to appear less conspicuous."What do you say you keep me company?" She asked back with a broad sexy smile."A shot for the lady and I." He ordered.He led her to another room, it was sparse and more fancy, holding fewer people.As usual, there were strippers dancing in front of every man."Have a seat." He ushered her to a free table. It was a little bit isolated."Thank you." She flashed him a smile.Why is a beautiful girl like you all alone in a place like this?" He asked.She sipped her whiskey."What is a handsome guy like you d

"One arm to go, next…." She taunted."I fuckin' get it, bitch." Monty yelled through gritted teeth.He held his dangling hand diligently. His face was coated with pain."What did you say about girls?" She gulped down from the bottle again, ignoring the eyes on her."You fuckin' broke my arm!" He yelled."Just one, you requested for broken bones." She said nonchalantly, "Oh, and I only dislocated it," she said proudly."Fuck you," he groaned in pain."I can fix it if you want." She offered proudly."You'll pay for this!" "What insolence!" She clicked her tongue, drinking from the bottle once more. She emptied it, given the fact that some had spilled earlier."Come, let's go." She turned to Frost who was actually looking like frost."Are you ok?" She asked with genuine concern. Monty was still grunting by her feet. Only the music could be heard in the room. For a second there, she had completely forgotten about Brant."Uh-huh, I'm fine." Frost replied absentmindedly, finally closing

If her hunch was right and the driver sitting behind that Audi was actually Randy, the last thing she needed was him knowing that she was actually Fabiola.She went back in, picked a table and enjoyed her drink. It was pretty late and her eyes were heavy with sleep, she needed to get home asap.From her spot, she had a clear view of the outside, clear enough to see Rand walking towards her. He could probably see her too, given the good lighting in the Restau.She waited patiently, exploring all her options to lose him. As if fate heard her cry, a delivery truck pulled up in the driveway, shielding both of them from each other's view. She took the opportunity to dash in the kitchen. Everyone was busy going about his or her own business. She marched to the storage room, grabbed a fresh set of kitchen aprons and its Jacket. She tossed the apron aside and dabbed the black jacket over her gown. She looked around to make sure no one was watching and there were no cameras around. Satisfie