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All that power…It was hers to have, but Pierce thought he could mess her life up. The servants knew not to stare at her haphazard appearance and led her to Mrs. Elizabeth’s personal lounge, before leaving to inform her of Tami’s presence. “My darling, what a surprise!” Mrs. Blackwood gushed as she breezed into the room. Dressed immaculately in a navy blue dress and magnificent pearls. She stretched her hands out to hug Tami: “You should’ve told me you were coming today, I would have forced Malcolm back home early.” Tami sniffled and rose from the chair.

I cautioned myself and I ordered my thoughts to return back to order. Since I could not fall asleep, I decided to play with my phone. I got tired of playing games with my phone; I decided to take some pictures of Mr Black.I finally fell asleep. **** I got discharged from the hospital this morning. Left with no other choice, I was taken to Mr Black's house. I grumbled all the way to his house. But when we got there,I was amazed by the mansion. It was a mansion. It had a table tennis court, swimming pool and garden. The compound is so spacious and it was surrounded by big beautiful trees. From the gate of the compound to the main building was a long walk. It was a very large compound.

He says while making his way toward the table and chair in my room. "I am thank you Mr Black." i reply as i take a seat opposite him. "You can call me Tyler. I know everything is new to you here but I hear you are a natural Tess and Matt said good things about the training and it's been your first day. I have a mission for you in a month there's a guy that's a regular at the strip club who owes me money all you have to do is get him to a VIP area and slip something in his drink so my men can grab him." he says this in such a calm voice and I wonder how many times has he had someone do this for him.

I patched myself on the wall and slowly stuck out my head to get a peek and confirm that indeed the action I was suspecting was taking place was the cause of all this noise. Much to my horror, I was right. I should have looked away the second I laid eyes on the unholy scene, but I couldn't. Mr Blackwood had a tall brunette bent over the couch and he was plowing into her like an animal from behind. I couldn't get over the rapid thrusts and the way his butt clenched as he jerked his hips. The woman's moans were only getting louder and she was desperately clawing at the couch's body like she was nearing a mind- numbing, toe curling orgasm. I wondered how her slender frame was able to handle suc

He said, making Michael get off the couch and follow Ernest. "What happened?" He asked. Ernest closed and locked his door. "Dude, I almost died, literally." Michael's eyes widened. "What? How?" He asked. "I slipped on Deadmans bridge and fell into the water.' "Holy shit, well, how'd you get out?" He asked knowing Ernest couldn't swim. "A girl jumped into the water and helped me. A Black girl." Ernest added, making Michael stare at him in confusion. "Liar, Black people don't like getting their hair wet." Ernest glared at him.

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung