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.
Amanda tried to shrug off her mother's questions but it was paramount that she answered.
"No Momma_______he did nothing about the rent; instead, he took from me the little I gathered ". Her voice shook with anger and she struggled to make out her words.
Estella(her mother) rained curses on Wolf, speaking vehemently.
"Take it easy mum_____ you know your health issues are getting worse. Just calm down ".
"Look at what you are going through, child______It weakens me, Amanda." A lump rose in her throat and she swallowed hard, sniffing so hard to force back the tears that gathered in her eyes.
Amanda lifted the last set of bags and set them next to the others, then she sat on the curb, next to her mother. She snuggled up to her now sobbing mother and put her arms around her.
"It's okay momma. I know we will eventually be fine. I ain't complaining. Or am I"? She tried to force a smile on her face, to make her mother relieved.
Estella let out a sigh of relief and whispered: "you're doing way more than you should be doing. I wish Wolf's case could be dealt with once and for all. I wish he'd die or be caught by the law. He is human. Why does he act like a god"? Anger swelled up in her belly. She was very devastated by the conditions Wolf was putting her daughter through.
Amanda looked away for a few minutes and her eyes caught a signpost that showed a motel was around the street bend.
"Let it go mum. I have it figured out. You are my priority and I will see that I do all I can to give you the life you deserve, momma".
Estella hugged her tightly and Amanda planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Come on ma_____ I have an idea about where we could spend a few nights till I come up with a more permanent solution".
"Where is that"?
"Over there ", she replied, pointing towards the signpost.
Estella looks ahead and her eyes catch a glimpse of the message on the post and she shakes her head slightly in disapproval.
"A motel is not a good place to be, Mandy", she muttered.
"We do not have a lot of choices, Mother. It is just for a few nights till I figure out what we could do about this whole situation ".
Estella put her head down in between her arms and lamented.
"Mum______mummy"!You have to snap out of that mood. We are going to be alright. I'd just have to flag down a taxi that would get us there before this rain comes down heavy upon us and our pieces of luggage".
She gently pulled up her mum from the curb and nudged her towards the road lane where they could be seen by a taxi.
A cab pulled up in front of them and a young man highlighted from it and paid the cab man with so many notes. The cab man yelled out to him and kept thanking him.
The man walked briskly past Amanda and her mother but not before Amanda caught a view of his face. Her head rang with recognition of the man; he was the same guy who had embarrassed her that night, a week ago.
She stood, lost in thoughts as she recalled the events of that night. Then another thought struck her, he was her next assignment; as designated by Wolf.
She had to catch up with him and know where he was headed before proceeding to lodge her mother into the motel.
She was so engaged in her thoughts that she didn't hear her mother calling out to her, asking her how much she would be willing to pay the cab driver.
A loud yelling of her name jolted her awake.
"Where did your mind travel to"?Estella asked with a quizzical look.
"I am sorry Momma. I was putting some thoughts together".
"Hmmm________you are getting me very worried sick. I do not want to lose you too, Amanda".
Amanda got closer to the cab man, "has she told you how close we are to our destination"?
He gestured towards the signpost and nodded.
"So, how much?"
"Twenty bucks," he said without hesitation "I am doing it for the culture", he added with a smile.
Amanda helped her mother get seated in the back seat before gathering their backs and piling them up in the trunk.
As they drove the short distance to the motel, Amanda wondered where her experiment disappeared to. She hoped to bump into him again before it became too late for her.
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"Good evening Sir. You're welcome to the Aston Martin Villa".
Brent scanned the receptionist from head to toe and concluded that she looked slightly attractive.
"How may we be of help, sir"? She asked slightly embarrassed by his gaze.
"I am here to see Whitney", he answered nonchalantly.
"O___kay" the receptionist stuttered while fixing her gaze on the computer In Front of her. "Whitney _______who, please?"
"Brighton"? He replied with a bit of confusion, hoping he was right.
"Yes______ I have Whitney Brighton here. That would be room 213. The second-floor sir".
"Thank you" Brent muttered and walked down the hallway.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening sir" she chuckled behind him.
Brent got to the door and tapped gently on it. Whitney's voice came from inside, beckoning for him to come in.
He walked in and found her lying in bed cuddled in her pillows.
"You invited me over for a talk, and you are still in bed"?
She sat up and stretched out, yawning as well. Her hair was let down and her silky nightwear did little job of covering her body frame. Her nipples stood out in the nightwear. Her full lips caught his gaze.
She stared at him quizzically "Do you like what you see"?
Brent put his eyes down and looked away and with the most condescending voice he said:
"Get dressed Miss. I don't mix business with pleasure".
Love is the sound that breaks all silence. Love is the medicine that heals all wounds. Love is the force that brings all barriers down. Love is me.... Love is you. I hope you enjoy this romantic tale of a contractual union that eventually found love. Have fun reading
A few months ago Los Angeles FDI(Federal Department of Intelligence)Office complex. "Miss Brighton ______Miss Brighton…" Eddie tapped her to call her attention, "I have been calling you". "I am sorry, I had music playing so loudly ". ''Have you started working on the murder case? And how far have you gone"? Whitney took a long, deep breath before replying. "Sir, the only clues I have are the fact that she had some involvement with a particular gang but I cannot say for sure what her role is". "What else"? He asked expectantly "The next would be her fiance________she was engaged to the heir of Kenilworth Corporation ". Eddie's eyes widened with shock at her words and he exclaimed loudly "What"? "Sir. I did react the same way too. Apparently, the Billionaire kid has a private life; finding out this information cost me a fortune". "Wow! Interesting. How was the relationship"? " I am not too sure but I know the night she was murdered, they were together. We may just have to ge
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
Los Altos Hills, California, a beautiful cityscape with an alluring view; is home to not just the high and mighty families of the United States of America but also to dangerous men such as Andrew Tate aka Wolf. He runs the streets of Los Altos Hills and dominates the darkest hours of the night, even bringing this darkness into daylight.Amanda stood in front of the most feared man in California, her legs shaking beneath her. Her body was soaked in her sweat. He was roasting her with his core male chauvinistic attributes and gangsterism. "I demand an answer, Amanda! Why did you hold back from carrying out my orders"? He asked coercively." I _____I_____her so_____" She could not say anything coherently; panic was choking her.Wolf pounded his palm on the desk and yelled out vehemently "Answer me, bitch"! Before she rushed to speak, shaking visibly from fear and anxiety."I____was bothered about the child's health… he is ill."She twisted her fingers while she struggled to address him.
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
A sizzling sound woke Bradley Kenilworth. His bed was soaked with perspiration…another night of feats. His body hurt like he was beaten up with some heavy object. He pulled the sheets down and staggered out of bed. Getting out of bed was beginning a difficult daily task. The aroma of fried chicken and chips filled his nostrils. "Ohh___it is Saturday", he muttered. On Saturdays, he and his wife and son have breakfast together. He quickly dashed into the bathroom and freshened up before going down the stairs into his large kitchen where his wife was busy preparing breakfast. "Hey …babe", she said, smiling up at him. "Hey____", he responded, planting a kiss on her cheeks and running his tongue over her ear. She cringed and nudged him with her shoulder. "You are calling for trouble, Bradley", she said with a mischievous smile. "I don't mind that kinda trouble…it keeps me alive for you". Phoebe stared at him with admiration and love and locked her lips with his in a deeply passionat
Brent stood, frozen with agony. The words he heard his father spew over his situation with Judy broke his heart. Grief choked his heart, and hot tears trickled down his cheeks."Son…I don't mean no harm__________""Hold on Dad… so, you have held this in your heart against me? So, I am the villain in my story "? He asked, his eyes wide with shock."But you were harsh with Judy____ I watched you cause her pain, a lot of times. She always reported to m,e and your mother". "_____but we got better with each other, father…we did. She too had her misdemeanors that I taught myself to accept and was ready to live with"."Judy was not perfect…yes. But you weren't either. You constructively exerted your narcissistic personality on her and I always warned you about that behavior of yours"."Stop it! Bradley, you're hurting our son. Let him be", Phoebe chided in with anger etched on her face. Bradley was breathing heavily, his heart racing with anxiety and stress."Phoebe, you don't love him more
Whitney jolted awake to the persistent buzzing of her phone.Her eyes were heavy with sleep and she felt drowsy. She hissed heavily because the call was hindering her precious sleep.She managed to drag herself up and pick up her phone. She sleepily took her call, without looking at the caller."I am at your door______", came a husky male voice at the other end. Her eyes flew wide open with surprise as she recognized the voice to be Brent's. "What? At this time"? She responded with heartfelt concern."I am so sorry____I__ just needed your company. Being alone is such an uphill task right now"."Hold on for me; I don't look my best", she muttered before sighing from the exhaustion she felt about his visit.She hesitantly dragged her nude body, wrapped in her king-size duvet out of her mattress, and walked up to the door to unlock it.Behind the door, she truly found Brent, leaning on the hinge; his eyes swollen as though he had been sobbing."I ___I am truly sorry for this inconvenien
Now, I am stuck"! "Stuck where"? Brent asked with a sarcastic smile. "With you"? She had a beatific smile etched on her face. Brent moved away from her and lay down beside her. "Can I share your bed tonight with you "? "Hell yeah", Whitney heartily exclaimed, dragging up her duvet to keep the two of them warm. She moved closer to his body and cuddled up to him. Brent held her close and kissed her forehead while casually muttering a "thank you for the relieving sex". "How do you feel now"? "Not excited but much relieved". "Why did you choose to visit me"? Brent adjusted and cleared his throat before saying, with a leer in his eyes: "please… Whitney, do not flatter yourself. I just came here because I needed a company that was not my parents'." "What about the sex"? "What about it"? "Does it not mean anything "? Whitney asked feeling a bit edgy. Brent was slightly uncomfortable by her hasty attachment to him, yet, he could not tell her to her face, not at that moment. He