Author's POV They both came out of the office and started to go to the ground floor with Nora's hands in his. He had given her another cross-bag to put the pistols inside. Nora was almost tempted to stop at Amanda's office as they passed but didn't when she saw the expression on Alvin's face. They got to the elevator, and as they waited Nora wondered where they were going. “Nice of you to have kept your guns in your office. It seems you really trusted that guy.“ “I did,” Alvin responded. “And this is how he repays me—by fucking my secretary on my desk. I'm so going to fry him when I'm finally settled.“ “What about Amanda?“ asked Nora. “What about her?“ “What are you going to do with her?“ “Fire her of course,” Alvin replied with a smile. “I can't believe my father had actually wanted me to marry someone like that. Now I have enough reasons to not marry her.“ Nora wanted to speak but shut up as a result of the fact that he mentioned his father. The elevator stopped and op
(Last chapter's continuation) Alvin lowered his height as he came out of the car. He wasn't wearing a mask again and his heart beat faster than usual out of fear. He really didn't have a plan—didn't know how the Scorpions or whoever attacked them was successful when Darkie and the Mamba Soldiers were behind. He was thinking to walk to the back of the car and start shooting then wait for Darkie and the two soldiers to join him. There was silence all around except from the occassional passing of other cars. Alvin balanced himself and looked to his right, just realising that they were well off the mainroad. He suddenly rose to his full height to attack the masked guys who had hijacked them when he felt the barrel of a gun on his head from behind. Alvin planned to surprise the person behind him and shoot him dead but froze when he heard a voice. “Don't even think about it. Drop the guns.“ Alvin turned slowly and gasped when he saw the voice owner was indeed Darkie. Before he coul
Raven walked towards them with a gun in his hands while pushing Catherine forward. He had a look of bloodlust in his eyes as he stopped and spat just a few feets away from Alvin and Nora who were still on the ground. Catherine's eyes were half-closed from tiredness and fatigue and it seemed she hadn't realised that it was Nora in front of her. She finally did when Raven pushed her with force to the ground. Catherine groaned as her body landed on the ground and she looked up at Nora who looked equally shocked and confused to see her. Catherine's mouth was quivering as she stared at Nora, so guilty and distracted by her presence that she didn't see Alvin near her. “N-nora…” she stammered. “I thought you were… gone. I'm sorry for—” She had wanted to get up as she spoke but Raven kicked her back to the ground. “R-raven… don't!“ Nora screamed. “It's me you want, right? Take me and let her be.“ Raven laughed. “I've waited for this moment for a long time… ever since the will was rea
Alvin Miller woke up to the sounds of a snoring person. He jumped out of the bed and saw the naked woman lying on it. Her hands were pressed over the pillow and her left breast were exposed; she'll have to be a real slut to sleep that way. Tying a towel over his naked manhood, Alvin walked to the bathroom with a hazy recollection of what happened the night before. He had picked her up from a dark night club and brought her to his house to fuck her shitless. He got into the bathroom and flung the towel from his body with self-distaste; only God knows if the woman on the bed had some sort of STD he didn't know about. His head jerked back as he let the warm shower water pour on his body. He wanted this moment to last forever but knew it wouldn't; he would be going back to his usual boring life in a few hours. Alvin turned off the shower and tied the towel before he got out of the bathroom. There wasn't time to brush; he didn't want that woman to wake up and see his face. Thank Go
Alvin had a bored expression on his face as he looked at the files on his table. He had indeed left his comforting life and come back to reality once again. He felt like spanking himself because he had broken his vow of never going out to any public place except for his company and maybe go private shopping. Now he had frightened an innocent slut who he picked up from a bar he had gone to—and it wasn't fun. His father, Mr Andrew Miller, would surely deprive him of his company and life if he ever found out. Alvin dropped the files on the table before him in anger and flung the water-bottle beside him. “I really hate my life! Why did all this ever start? It wasn't like this when I was still a teen!“ His mother's voice was starting to ring in his ears once again; and he knew he'd cause a disaster in the office if he didn't go out soon. The next second, his door was barged in by his childhood friend and secretary, Amanda. “Alv…” said Amanda before she stopped in her tracks. “I
It was a tiring and boring day. The sun hung hidden in the sky and sent a dull ray of sunshine to the earth. It was quite cool for an early september. Nora was outside her apartment, taking a nap on a rocking chair. Her hair was being blown by the wind; and she had sunglasses on even when it wasn't that sunny. She was wearing a tight baby shirt that brought out the shape of her elegantly curved boobs and bum shorts that screamed sex. It was her free time—the small time she can spend at home before going to work again that evening. Nora was scrolling through her phone a minute later, looking for possible jobs because she was sick and tired of the so-called “club” where she worked. A notification popped into her phone. She swiped down the screen and saw a subject-heading email that read: “Watch your back”. Nora jumped off the chair and stilled herself before she opened the email. It read: “I know where you are; and I'll come get you”. “Oh my gosh,” she muttered to herself. “He has
Alvin drove into his father's banana penthouse. He came out of the car with a grunt and watched as the security men ran over to greet him. “Good day, young boss,” one of the guards said. Alvin recognised him as one of the many men his father had picked up from the streets and made them work for him. “Good day,” muttered Alvin, even though he wasn't really in the mood. “We've been—” another guard started to say before Alvin cut him off: “Does my father have any visitors?“ The guard looked hurt by the interruption; but he replied anyway. “He's with some of his boys.“ Alvin gritted his teeth when he heard the guard and matched into the penthouse. It was one of Mr Miller's thousand properties. Alvin remembered that his father wasn't very rich when he was five but suddenly bloomed into a real estate tycoon after he turned ten. This particular penthouse was bought a year ago. Alvin sighed as he remembered that he almost fainted when he learnt that the penthouse was bought for eighty
Alvin couldn't feel himself. He was looking at his father with a shocked look on his face. Disbelief clouded his features; and his fists were tightened on top of his lap. “W-what does marrying Amanda have to do with this?“ “Don't ask unnecessary questions. We both know that you won't be able to live a good life…” Mr Muller said. “…with another woman,” he added as an afterthought. Alvin suddenly hit his fists on the chair and stood up to attack his father in anger but the scar-faced guy blocked me. “What do you want to do? Fight me?“ Mr Miller asked, his voice sounding amused. “I'll do more than fighting you, old man! I'll kill you here and now!“ “Watch your words, boy!“ Mr Miller exclaimed, standing up too. Alvin noticed for the first time that his eyes were red; he had probably been doing drugs before he came. “You even told her what mother said. Why in the fucking world did you do that?“ Alvin yelled, trying really hard to stop his tears. “It's not my fault that I was born