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Her Amazonian figure sits well on her wafer thin-body. She sways her sculpted hips with every move. Her Christian Louboutin heels clicking on the floor with each step she takes. Heads turn to look at her. She's always modest in her dressing. Never showing any cleavage or dresses going beyond her mid-thighs. So today i am surprised with her Chanel Hollow V-Plunged Bandage Dress that exposes her cleavage.She pushes the door to the ladies bathroom. "Out! " She snaps her fingers to the two girls inside. They scram away frightened.Like a supermodel on a runway, she magically turns to face me. This is the closest I have been to Courtney Emerson, an heiress to a multinational empire. I can't deny, she is beautiful and she knows it and owns it. Her pair of arched eyebrows incline slightly as she assesses me. I also do the same, one feature I find myself obsessing over is her button nose, too cute. She folds her red lips and sticks her tongue out and speaks, "Stay away from Quinn." She's

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Ryan's Mercedes Benz slows down and he enters a code at the gate. I recall what transpired after Nimo realised I remembered her. The raw shock and shame on her face. And the innocent look of smitten Oliver. He had no idea. Poor guy! As I left I told her to end it with Oliver or I will. "Here we are," Ryan says joyously. His house bleeds opulence. It is humongous like the term itself. A castle to call it. Well trimmed garden. A grand driveway and a statue of Mary, mother of Jesus. A religious family, I may say. He takes my hand in his. A familiar wave of electricity travels down to my spine. I tug my Prada bag closer to me. I look down at my simple white dress that goes beyond my knees and my brown doll shoes. It looks the part. He pulls me with him towards the porch. A man meets us by the door. "Welcome master Ryan." He says taking my coat and bag. Ryan flashes him a significant smile, "Thank you, Will."His mother appears wearing a bright smile. "Welcome, dear." She gives me a m

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I stare at the image. It is my mother on her wedding day. Her lips are curved in the most beautiful smile. Sophie is standing beside her, as a maid of honour."You look so much alike." Sophie speaks. I can't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the photo. A million emotions are boiling Inside me. "Do you know her?" My voice breaks as I ask. "She was my best friend since college." She puts her tea aside. It comes as a shock because my mother never told me about Sophie. I knew Andre's mother as her best friend."Do you know her?" Sophie repeats my question.Am tempted to lie but I nod instead, "She was my mother."I just feel this strong motherly connection with Sophie. I can trust her. "Figured that at the Gala, that's why I asked Ryan to invite you over."I get agitated. "This wasn't a get to know you dinner but a manipulation to interrogate me!" I remember Ryan telling me his parents can be nosy. I immediately regret admitting that the woman on the photo is my mother.In a bl

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"I feel like i am in those Global TV shows," Andre says looking through his binoculars."As a detective or a criminal?" I ask and stare outside."Both." He turns to face me. "What dirt did you find on Mr Marcelo?" I ask. "None, just imagine. He is a Clean Slate, no criminal record not even for drunk driving or a parking ticket.""Too good to be true." I turn again to stare outside. I can feel his stare as I gaze the Emerson Hotel. A large banner is suspended above it written; Varsity Congress and workshop. It is going to be a one week workshop and I wonder if this is one of the reasons Mr Marcelo wanted we meet here."What do you think he's going to ask me to steal?" I ask Andre. "I don't know but money is what I would bid on." I look down at my attire, the short, tight dress. It isn't the kind one would wear to go on heist but a seduction mission."I doubt that," I answer."Enough with the worry, I will be here listening" He points at his headphones. "Just do as we have agreed o

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I cling to Quinn like my life depends on him. He guides me in the opposite direction I earlier came in. At the furthest end, there's is a private elevator that takes us to the basement where his car is parked.I break the silence even though I know he won't answer me. "How did you find me? Are you stalking me?" "Stalking you?....please" He snorts. "I was with my... Courtney when I saw you. You had fear written all over your face so I followed you." He answers to my surprise. His red Lamborghini comes to sight. He unlocks it and turns to face me. "Get in!" He orders. "You seriously need to stop ordering me around," I say. "I can't help it am a Nickel." He grins and opens the door for me.I try to hide my smile by biting my lip. Quinn releases an involuntarily moan. He bends until we are on the same level. His soft lips are inches apart, I can smell his aftershave. "Stop doing that if you don't want me to take you here like a caveman." He hisses and shuts the door.I watch him wa

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We stay in comfortable silence for a while. My eyes taking the decor in his apartment. And my mind recalling how tactical Quinn beat Mr Marcelo like it is something he does. I remember the many times I saw bruises on his knuckles and face. And the time he showed up at my apartment stabbed. "Where did you learn to fight like that?""I trained myself.""Impressive." I utter."I will order pizza is that okay with you?" Quinn asks suddenly untangling from me. Trying to change the subject. Probably there's something he's hiding. There's never anything straightforward or conclusive with him. My voice is raspy from the stretched silence, so I shake my head and cough. "Pizza is too overrated, do you have any groceries I prefer real food," I answer and my stomach grumbles announcing its starvation."No, I don't live here." He says. "Then whos apartment is this?" I ask worry sipping in. "Mine. I just don't like living here."And here I thought I was special for bringing me to his place. Pr

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My hair is perfectly curled against my face, i finish by pushing two booby pin on each sides. I ran my hand over the red strapless dress Quinn picked for me, the fabric is so smooth and soothing.My eyes land on the bookshelf. I luckily managed to slip the photo back before Quinn found me.The buzz of my phone on the bed steals my attention. I pick it and unlock it and read Andre's text, was hoping is my brother. I haven't heard from him since yesterday night.Andre: Where are you @?Me: @ Quinn's penthouse.Andre: Seriously?! I was worried sickMe: Sorry... I will make it up to you.Andre: By bringing down the Nickel's?I smile thoughtful.Me: It is a promise.I take my bag of makeup. A black pencil, mascara and lipgloss. I draw the thinnest line round my eyes, and a layer of mascara. I finish with the lipgloss. Satisfied i slip into black stilettos. I love anything with an inch, figuratively and literally."Took you long." Quinn says once am in the living room. He's already dressed.

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Once Quinn's honey-glazed lamb chops are placed on the table. I regret my choice of meal."The weather is nice..." Quinn catches me off guard.I tear my gaze away from the tantalizing meal and find his stare trained on me. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment. I don't respond immediately. So Quinn perceives it otherwise. "I suck in this, small talk isn't my strongest skill." He waves his phone. "I had to google icebreakers." Miriam returns with my fries, she places them in front of me. Her eyes glinting with mischief and never leaving mine."Where is the Ketchup?" Quinn asks. "She doesn't take her fries without ketchup." He demands.Am shocked he noticed.I expect Miriam to be offended by his tone. But instead, she smiles at me knowingly. "Ya' got him where ya' need him to be." She whispers to me and turns to Quinn. "I will bring it shortly." She marches away."Why did you bring me here?" I ask."You wanted to know me, so tonight I will take you to the two places I love the most." He

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"An Airport?" my squeaky voice comes out as a disappointment.Quinn casts me a quick look and picks up a six-pack of beer before getting out of the car. I follow his action, pick my frozen yoghurt, which he bought begrudgingly and get out. I look around the deserted area with dirt and the fence that separates the airport and us. Can't deny we have a great view of the runway. But I can't picture Quinn enjoying plane spotting.He sits on the hood of the car and I do the same. "What is so great about this?" I ask. "I just love seeing a big powerful machine float in the air. " He sighs. I give an inward groan, "Men and Machines." "That should be on a T-shirt, M&M.," He says.I give him a toothy grin.He opens a beer. He hands it to me and picks up another one. I watch him take a gulp. I swing mine and take a sip too. "What is your dream destination?" He all over sudden asks. Some noise hinders my immediate response. I turn to its origin. It is a 747 taking off. I watch how it i

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It's drizzling as Quinn stops outside my apartment building. I watch a drop stream down the windshield.I prepare myself to welcome him inside but he is quick to speak, "You should get going." His eyes are set on three guys that are walking towards his car. The trip from his penthouse he spends most of it on his phone. I remember he ended the call assuring the caller he will be there. Now seeing the muscular and tattooed guys striding towards us I connect the dots and conclude, Quinn was talking to one of them. He moves and reaches for the shotgun door and opens it ushering me outside. I step out and the rain mercilessly pounds on me. "Just go, please," Quinn begs as his eyes hold a queer emotion. The fact he said please is enough to for me to know there's more to this. I take some steps forward before turning to give Quinn a last glance. The three guys are already boarding his Lamborghini, but not before the one at the shotgun shoots me a long glare. He has dreadlocks and an eyeb

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