The Billionaire Seal

Timeless Lounge,3:amThe night air filled Brent's lungs and he found himself shivering underneath his heavy clothing. He was standing under the tree shade close to the lounge, puffing on a cigarette. Every smoke inhaled sent warmth to his chest but not to his heart. As he stood, scanning the streets that seemed as cold dead and still as a mortuary, safe for the sound of music blasting into the night from the stuffy lounge; he noticed a small figure at a distance walking up in his direction.From the Shadow, he could tell it was a lady. She had taken the bend that would bring her straight to the lounge. She looked damn too hot for a night hawker. Her curves stood out beneath her sweatshirts and leather pants. Her blonde hair glowed in resonance with the moonlight. She was such a beauty. She walked up to him and muttered a greeting and walked past her into the lounge. Brent held her wrist slightly to draw her attention."Hey_______" Brent called out with the most awkward voice, whisked

"Stay down lady! I will put a few bullets through your brains if you do not stay the hell down"! The man was fuming. Sweat trickled down his burrows. Amanda was resistant and would not allow herself to be held hostage in the vehicle. She kept pushing and tossing herself over and again, twisting and twirling. "Let me go! I don't know you. I have no business with you". Hot tears trickled down her swollen cheeks. The men holding her in the car had smacked her face countless times and it was swollen and reddish. She was dealing with pain. "Stuff a cloth into her mouth "one of the men suggested. "I need to tie her hands first. She is such a trouble breed"the one holding her down replied. Amanda squeezed her hands and wrists while they tried to put a cord around them. "Stop! Stop it! She yelled. "Who do you work for"? She asked with a panic-stricken voice. The man on the wheels looked at her through the rear mirror. She could recognize him. He was Wolf's driver. At that moment, she

The air smelt of dust and rain. The clouds above were dense with moisture and lightning flashed in the sky now and then. People rushed up and down the busy streets, trying to find ways to get themselves into the comfort of their homes before the rains poured down. In one corner of the road, Amanda stood with numerous bags and cartons. Her mother squatted by a corner, close to a shop wrapped up in a duvet, shielding herself from the shivering cold that came with the winds. "We have to get a place to pass the night momma", Amanda dished out with frustration written all over her face. "I thought you had plans already"? Her mother asked with her eyes widened with shock. "Didn't you make headway with Wolf today"? Amanda turned to her mother and shook her head grudgingly. Tears gathered in her eyes as she tried to get their bags under a store shed, hoping to shield them from the drizzles gradually coming down. "Amanda, didn't Wolf do anything about his promise"? Her mother persisted.

Real time"Why am I being investigated for the murder of my fiance "? Brent asked with frustration in his voice.Whitney cleared her throat and responded:"Because each loved one is a natural suspect in murder crimes; in addition to that, you too had it rocky towards her last days, right?"Brent relaxed on the couch and rested his head on it."Rocky isn't the word, we just had a few fights".Can"Mind telling me what about"? Whitney asked expectantly."Nothing I did like to talk about, Whitney. Am I still currently being investigated"?Whitney smiled mischievously and then stretched out on the mattress."Not in the actual sense of investigation. I am just doing my job, the difference is you are in the comfort of my hotel room and you have the privilege of seeing me in my underclothing" Her eyes reflected her sarcastic expressions. "Quit the games, Whitney ", Brent warned. "I am not that playful. I don't find you as attractive as you think yourself to be". His words were supposed to m

It's past midnight and my daughter is not here yet" Estella bemoaned. The receptionist raised her shoulder in a nonchalant shrug, rolling her eyes insolently. "Did she leave a message for me"? "I have no idea, Ma'am. I was not here at the time" the receptionist answered. Estella let out a sigh of anxiety, deeply worried about her daughter's uncanny disappearance. She knew Amanda was engaged with this Gang and every day, she blames her dead husband for it. But she could not fathom this unannounced disappearance. Her heart beat with anxiety and fear. She wondered if her daughter was safe. "Is your bar active"? A male voice asked from the receptionist's position. Estella looked up and caught sight of a man standing by the counter. He looked like someone she had seen previously. She strained her mind to try to remember where and when they met. "If by active you mean do we sell drinks and have customers who come to buy, then yes"the receptionist rudely responded. "Are you rude or