"Wake up, Sugar. We should go now."
Theo sniffed that intoxicating neckline. Back home, into the room, he found Rose asleep with her back to his current position—on his knees, waiting for her to open her eyes. "Sugar." Theo's subtle attacks were relentless. However, his efforts were not enough to pull Rose back from unconsciousness. With a slight growl Theo stretched Rose's body. The slight movement of the closed eyelids made him frown in surprise. "You're pretending to be asleep, aren't you?" Theo moved away feeling half-angry. His lips thinned as Rose just spluttered, and positioned herself leaning against the headboard. "I just woke up. You're just bothering me," Rose grumbled followed by a glare that lit up the adonis face in front of her. "We should go now. Use your time efficiently. I only have two hours to take you shopping." At that Rose blinked rapidly. What couldMagdalena's haughty stride was focused on passing the few people around her. Her gaze was fixed only on a man, who was busy playing with his cell phone while leaning against the dividing wall of the women's restroom. "You bastard!" Magdalena managed to deliver one slap when she was no longer at a distance. The handsome face was stared at vengefully. All the evidence the opposing lawyer had given to the judge singled Magdalena out as the guilty party. The divorce trial was coming to an end, and she didn't know what to do with her marriage that was in danger of dissolving. "You really have a heart, T! Insisting on divorcing me, why, because of another woman?" Magdalena didn't care how the astonished gazes of some of the mall visitors kept shining on her. She just wanted to vent her unstoppable anger when she found out that another woman was living in the mansion. Should that be the way Theo tormented her?
"What are you looking at?" asked Rose, sitting on the sofa that was stretched across the back of the wall—not far from where Theo was still struggling with some important files. On his desk, Theo flipped through the documents carelessly. Unfocused on examining the contents of the documents, his attention is constantly on Rose's face, which is increasingly smeared with light make-up. A little something she had just bought at the mall. "You won't get any work done if you keep looking at me like a fool," Rose quipped as she applied lipstick to her lips. Such a small activity forced Theo to frown deeply as he watched the touch of Rose's fingers. "I don't understand. Is that lips, or a succulent aglaonema plant, huh? Fiery red like it wants to go to war." A moment's pause. Theo put the hardcopy file in hand into a folder, storing it in a drawer. Then looked back at Rose with a mischievous grin. "What do you want to burn with that lip color,
The corners of the lips curled up, adding a sweet accent to the charming face that highlighted the two small toys in hand with a wistful gaze. The journey had been long, splitting a longing that was never the same. The image of a warm call and some innocent questions kept echoing, permeating the tranquility immersed in silence. Rose's sweat was on the cut of a bead that rounded curiously. How is he doing now? Rose chuckled softly. Rhetorical questions shouldn't reverberate through her head. She knew what kind of answer would so aptly fill in the gaps in her mind. Fine. Nothing could be more perfect than that statement. A mother's warm embrace and a father's protection were more than enough to remind Rose to let go. Even though, she couldn't bear to be stuck with the increasingly suffocating vortex of feelings. The toy that was deliberately bought when Theo let her choose whatever Rose w
Theo let out a long breath. It was not the time to make jokes about an important situation like this. There were several things Theo had to consider. At the end, no matter how-Rose had to walk into the trap that had been planned. It didn't matter if she would ask questions. It didn't matter if they would be rejected. At least the bond of secrecy would ensure that Verasco's wishes would not be realized. Theo turned away, looking at Diego for a moment. Then turned toward the entrance. There, Lion was hurrying toward his master. "He's your lawyer," Theo said, returning the spotlight to Rose's astonished face. Lion's appearance was a far cry from his usual self. A typical casanova outfit with a leather jacket was replaced by a neat suit. The under cut haircut also made his face look younger. Rose had no idea what had just happened. "You mean my lawyer is Lion?" asked Rose, pointing uncertainly. "Yes."
Rose's fingers clenched tightly around the gold trim pen in her hand. The choice ended up being irresistible, making her ink black on paper as a form of formality. Who knows how far it would go, but the one year Theo had promised was enough to give Rose hope of being free of the contracted relationship. Really. Being a sugar baby had never crossed Rose's mind in her entire life. Even having to deal with actions of a legal nature, gave her a periodic sense of caution. What if one day Rose felt out of place and committed an offense? There was no going back. The evidence of the deal has been recorded and archived as an important document. Woe to Rose. Let's hope she doesn't take any actions that will lead her into negative things. It was clear Theo wasn't going to let any of her decisions go easy. Rose snorted. Dropping the pen she was holding onto the table. She got up, pushing the chair she was coincidentally sitting in
'This video has been removed'. Theo also targeted several applications through which the video of him and Magdalena was uploaded. Conduct a DDoS attack, which aims to weaken and overload the system by flooding fake traffic into a server or IP address. All users will lose access to the application within a certain time frame. Which DNS (domain name server) recovery will have no effect on, even if the progammers try to do a fix. They won't be able to do it in a flash. Out of hacking view. Theo reached for his cell phone which rang several times. He found Lion's name on it. "What's wrong?" He asked as he hovered over a different window. Opening his Dor D'Murder program syndicate. [We've found the spreader of the video, sir]. "Good. Where's he now?"
The banquet held by the dark elder and a few other members was respectful. One of them was an invited guest whose presence was greatly appreciated. There was no conversation as long as forks and spoons clinked on plates. Just wary glances, glancing at each other, sometimes focused on their respective meals. Not long after, a final greeting was exchanged with glasses toasting in the air. Mr. Alejandro picked up the handkerchief on his lap and wiped his lips dry. He smiles as the gray highlights and his own come together. The man he wanted to meet was finally in the dining room with him. "How does the icewine that burns your throat taste? Do you like it?" "Of course. You never disappoint me." The two shared a chuckle, followed by the conversation of the rest of the members. Verasco signaled to his interlocutor. Finding another place to talk about more impo
Light strokes kept repeating from the top to the back of the head. A woman's adoring smile never ceased, gazing at the face that so weakened her sanity. A handsome face that could be traced at close range for the first time. What a beautiful man she admired in silence. Could she someday have that man? The tired look was so obvious. The woman who was now dropping her delicate fingers on a jaw that felt rough, did not want to do anything else for the time being. She was afraid of waking up the man who had fallen asleep on the bar table in an uncomfortable position. Had been hiding. The woman witnessed for herself how Theo finished the remaining pieces of fruit in a half-dreamy state. It was to her advantage that Theo did not choose to leave. When should she be able to appear before Theo as someone she so desperately wanted to love? She shook her head uncertainly. There was a consequence to such an expectation. Hold on... she'd better lea
"This many invitations, who will be at our event?" Rose's attention was fixed on Theo and the concorde sheet of paper in his hand. Occasionally she turned back to confirm the existence of a stack of invitations arranged in tiers, some of which were in the trunk of the car with the rest sitting on the passenger seat. The golden color of almost all the invitation paper gave a luxurious impression, especially the embossed writing on the surface added an elegant side. Rose liked it when she was fingering the parts of the letters that popped out. It felt like she had just pampered her fingers. "Is your name right there?" But instead of answering Rose's question, Theo asked her that very thing. "It is." For a moment Rose returned her attention to the invitation paper. O'Douglas. Her eyes searched carefully for the name on the back. Rose had never been allowed to bear the title 'O'Douglas' for the rest of her life, but this time Rose had mad
Mesmerized. That was one of Theo's main reactions the first time Rose stepped out of the dressing room in a creamy white wedding dress like a romantic bride. An interesting conclusion emerged as Theo gazed at Rose as if she were a gentle woman with twists and turns... so beautiful and pure. The woman's sweet smile was something Theo never imagined he would have in full. Rose was absolutely stunning draped in a dress that began its beauty by leaving Rose's neck exposed in a transparent and elegant way. On the chest, the fabric that fit Rose's body was decorated with lace in the shape of spreading flowers and leaves accompanied by a sprinkling of sparkling crystals. From the hip line, the dress was in full bloom, but not beyond the slightest portion that Rose had to lift when stepping slowly. The curve in Rose's lips grew wider as she stared straight ahead. It was in those moments that Rose realized her husband was still silent without saying anything, as if he
After a flurry of activity with several dresses and eye-catching accessories. Rose's decision was then made to meet Theo in the office after parting ways with the woman who introduced herself as Alma as well as the woman's two beautiful secretaries, Evalina and Lindsey. The accidental encounter with Lion, whose fever was much better, was the moment when the man told Rose the whereabouts of Theo—who he said he had accidentally seen when Lion walked around several corners of the mansion just to add to the heat. The man wanted to sweat, but Rose's real business was with Theo. She didn't need to worry about anything else, except that her husband might be busy again. That was also what Lion had said before saying goodbye, which eventually led to Rose standing in front of Theo's study door... wondering if she should knock before entering. She didn't. Rose wouldn't do that once the door had been opened. A dimly lit room showed her husband there. Focused on his laptop, while Esmeralda
Loud howls filled Rose's senses almost all the time. She had locked the room. Her face was buried under the pillow, but Theo deliberately let Esmeralda roam the mansion. Occasionally the baritone's voice even chuckled in her ear. They seemed to be very close and perhaps Rose should have given Theo a warning not to make a single disturbing sound. Rose let out a long sigh letting her footprints rest on the cold marble. Step by step she walked out reaching out and pressing down on the doorframe then pulling the frame inwards, that second at the same time Theo's body fell along with Esmeralda who bit the man's forearm. There was no pain, because what Rose found was that Theo was enjoying Esmeralda's treatment. It actually reminded Rose of the first time she was reunited with a Siberian husky and the first time Theo found out Rose was pregnant. She smiled wryly at the thought of those days. If their baby had been saved, her stomach would have swelled up. "You and your wif
"Sugar, wait!" The baritone voice in the background continued to call out with the occasional large fingers trying to hold on, but Rose continued to resist. There was a price to pay for Theo's dangerous actions, which even though they had been successfully dealt with still didn't put Rose at ease. Rose didn't like how Theo was indifferent to the man's own safety. Her heart was still pounding loudly at the thought that bad things could happen. Rose's steps quickened after entering the mansion building. Soon she would reach the main room. She pressed the door handle no matter Theo was still trying to persuade her. "Sugar." Theo was very close, so Rose was one step away from crossing the threshold. She deliberately hit the frame very hard and just as Theo was about to enter. "Oh!" The man winced like he was in a lot of pain. While Rose was silent for a while. Silent to understand the situation out there. Only once did Theo complain and the rest was wordle
The trigger contained the deadly wires that Theo had to finish with one hour and one minute left. It was all around him, but perhaps the most appropriate place for him to start was the basement. George was trapped and lost there. Then there was the chip in the corner of the wall that had the potential to blow up the mansion and all the things and creatures inside. After five wasted minutes Theo couldn't let his precious seconds go to waste. He returned to the basement in a real hurry. The conditions in the dimness were still the same as the last time he was there. The chip in the body of the wall and the digital analog continued to show that every moment lost was a very important thing to take into account. Theo scurried quickly through each side of the cellar. At a hidden corner he decided to dismantle some of the stacked objects, some of which were difficult to remove—which although successful did not allow Theo to find the whereabouts of the explosive chip triggers. He
Rose buried her face deep in Theo's firm chest. She climbed up her husband's frozen body quickly, inhaling the intoxicating scent to make herself a little calmer. Theo still didn't say anything. It hit Rose that she was so worried Theo would reject her plea. Rose didn't want that, immediately tightening the embrace of the arm that curled perfectly between the line of her husband's shoulders. When Theo would start talking Rose was still waiting while not daring to have high expectations. She was scared ... but suddenly felt a small movement, a light stroke on Rose's back including a slow crunching step leaving the basement. "Tell the others immediately, don't forget to prepare Esme and all her needs." Rose caught a glimpse of Travis nodding quickly, and by the end of the hallway they had split up—Rose with Theo, Travis on the other side of the building. "You changed your mind?" asked Rose, half distancing herself so she could cup that stern jaw. Theo was staring so intensely th
The clatter of feet scrambling to catch up to the basement was halted by the emptiness they found. George Keneddy should still be there, between the iron bars that were covered by other iron bars, but part of the padlock that had been encrypted with certain codes was destroyed as if it had been bombed and disabled—making whoever, the people behind the disappearance of George Keneddy worked easily unnoticed. They were more like trained experts. Meticulous problem-solvers, people who were certainly used to being in the field. "What is it, sir?" Theo's attention was drawn quickly to Travis with a rectangular box, which the man had just picked up while looking down. Theo accepted the gift of the box. It was a small object with a valve attached to it. The translucent part exactly revealed a disk record and immediately tempted Theo to roughly remove the valve. Theo's suspicion of the object was correct, which was a voice recording when a rough grunt was the beginni
Waking up next to a man straddling her body was routine. Rose smiled briefly then pushed her dark brown hair tousled in front of his face. She lifted Theo's arm briefly, tracing the scratch marks for a moment and moving on to the rough fingers with elongated fingernails. No wonder Theo was able to tear his own skin, which meant Rose had to immobilize that part. Rose quickly got up and grabbed the clothes from last night. Rose's body moved to the side of the bed and pulled out the drawer of the nightstand—the last time she put the nail clippers in there—and pulled it out again. One by one Theo's fingernails dulled as the tips of the scissors were pressed together and the other part served to bite. Rose had to act rather than Theo doing the same thing at unexpected times. Rose's work was almost done on the first hand, occasionally glancing at the man who seemed to be fast asleep—no longer so as the gray bead opened slowly, then closed properly. Sometimes things mad