All Chapters of Beneath the Sheets : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: I HAVE NO CHOICEDesmond“You are really stone cold you know that Desmond?” I turned to Graham and raised a brow at him, in all honesty, I really could not stand that look that he was giving me… like me and him were on the same page of something when I had no fucking idea what he was on about.“You need to quit the parables and speak English to me Graham” I said.He gestured to the hotel “you brought Kennedie here yeah, like you were showing her all about the progress of the hotel, when she does not even know that you are not on her side” he said.“What the fuck are you on about?”Graham heaved a sigh “what I am saying is that she is probably delusional thinking that you really want to help her meanwhile she has no fucking idea what is going on beneath the hotel?”I shrugged “our personal business has nothing to do with Kennedie” I said.And I meat that, she has no business meddling in the things of the supernatural besides ignorance they say is bliss. It was bett

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: A FREAK FOR PUNISHMENTDesmondImmediately Kennedie got into my office door, I locked the door behind me, and the click sound resounded throughout the whole office.I was fuming.But the thing is that I had been like this for a couple of days now and I had no idea what the exact reason was and how to stop it.I mean she was nothing to me, I needed to protect her because I promised her father. I also needed that hotel of hers, for however long necessary. None of that would not possible if I did not keep close to me and out of danger.But what I do know was that the minute that she felt like the car was less comfortable than walking under the hot sun just so that she could get in her fucking hee-hee-ha-ha with bucking Marvin, that… that was what just broke the camel’s back.And I just, snapped!The beast inside of me threatened to just come out and maul that fucking idiot for daring to touch her like they were an item or something… what gave him the right?I mean s

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: I WILL TAKE CARE OF IT Kennedie“What?”I snapped at the unknown caller immediately I picked up the phone. I had been jumpy all week and the cause of my problems started with a man whose name starts with a D and ends with a D as well.“Oh so she does answer”I rolled my eyes “Andrew I thought that I blocked you from calling me… and also sign those damn papers and get out of my life” I said.“Oh please baby I know that you miss what we had… you can’t forget about me that soon. Just forgive me and things will go back to how they used to be”I scoffed “you are actually so fucking delusional Andrew it is honestly so sad” I spat.“Come on princess-”“Don’t call me that!”It was giving me shivers…. It sounded nothing like when he says it. “What do you want from me Andrew?” I asked.I knew him, he was a snake… waiting low in the grass for the right moment to cause damage and I would be damned if I let myself be fooled by him again.“I need more money” he said.“Are yo

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: WHAT DID YOU DO, DESMOND?Kennedie“Here ma’am a package for you” I looked confused as Graham handed over a brown envelope to me. I took it from his hands “thanks but what is this?”“Why don’t you open it?”I rolled my eyes “I don’t know how long you have been working for Desmond but it has got to be a hell of a long time” I said.He flooded his arms, eyebrows arched at me. He looked like he had lost a little of those strict formalities and stiffness that he had taken on after that incident which I admit, I was wrong… but still I digress.“Why is that if I may ask?” he asked.I shrugged “what?”“Why did you make that statement?” he looked at me like I was some dumb eight grader in art class who didn’t know how to color in a picture of a cup.Was it normal for butlers to have such condescending looks?I mean Desmond was an asshole but kudos to him for giving freedom to his staff I guess but damn, Graham did have pretty insulting glare.“I don’t know, I just that

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE: I CARE ABOUT YOUKennedieIt was eleven pm and one third bowl of strawberry ice cream later, I was officially losing my mind.I did not even know why I fucking cared so much.I mean Desmond was a fucking asshole, and he never listened to anything that anyone had to say so why did I feel like this time it was my fault?Contrary to what he thought, I did not give a shit about Andrew. In fact I would rather he be blasted off into oblivion so that he could never bother me again, but we can’t all have what we want right?But at least I did get the divorce papers, signed…. No matter how Desmond did it and it should not be any of my business. And that would have been all in and good if I was not so worried about him.There I said it. No matter the kind of person that Desmond was, I would never be able to forgive myself if Desmond di something that would etch so deep into his conscience or even worse, if he got himself into some kind of trouble and it would all be becaus