Timeless Lounge,
3:am
The 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 away by the cold he felt.
"Hey,_____. Have we met"?
The look in her eyes as she spoke sent shock waves and amusement to his spine. He could not let this one go. She would be good company for the night.
"Nope. I am sorry, I am Brent. Are you here with anyone"?
He lets her hand go believing he has gained her attention.
She smiled with a leer and looked up at him.
"How many hours of my cookies would you like to have"?
Her question caused Brent to choke on the smoke he had just inhaled and he coughed out loudly while trying to hold down laughter. She was something beyond description.
"Why are you choking? Am I wrong to assume you are already booked in a hotel nearby and you just came out to find some company"?
"How can you possibly know that"?
"Why else would your eyes follow me the distance it did, obviously mentally undressing me, running your hands over me, and moaning from the pleasure in your head? Or, am I wrong"?
"Okay______you are phenomenal. Not that I did not think about all these in the short time it took you to walk up to me but I am just shocked about how vocal you are about your thoughts".
Her face appeared expressionless. She just looked at him with a daring gaze.
"Do you want to spend the night with me"? Brent asked with a faint smile.
"Does it even occur to You that my initial question is still unanswered? For how many hours would you like to have my cookies"?
"For as long as you want me in there " he replied with a look of confidence.
"You're sure you wanna do this"?
"I dare say yes! He pulled her into his arms and kissed her without a care. His tongue stretched into all the corners of her mouth. She tasted minty and her breath filled his nostrils. She smelled too good. Her soft mush lips filled his and his heartbeat with a longing for more.
Her heartbeat rose faster than normal. This was not the first man she ever kissed but something felt different about this mysterious man. She moved her hands down his legs and felt the huge bulge between his legs. He quickly placed his hands on hers, stopping her from going any further.
"Easy___easy darling". He hesitantly pulled away from her lips.
"I am hiring you for tonight and every other night I feel up to it".
"Is that a way of telling me I have just won your heart"?
" Not my heart, my sexual attention".
"Hmm ____interesting".
"Is there any other business tying you to this lounge tonight? Or should we move on?".
She did have other businesses to clean up. He was not the reason she came to the lounge but he was about to become the only reason she would not regret this night.
She looked on into the large room filled with different species of humans, twirling away in their drunken state to the blaring music.
There among these humans sat a monster, waiting for her to walk in through the door to devour her and divide her amongst other monsters.
But here was a lesser monster, a more humanistic being she could spend the night with and have a breath of fresh air. It was risky to let go of that meeting with the Wolf but for this gentleman, it was a worthy risk to take.
"Are you game, Miss_____"
"Amanda_____".
"Oh,____ 'Amanda'. Not bad for such a corky lady". He smiled at his own words. She smiled back and nodded towards the direction where cars were parked.
"Which one is your ride"? She asked matter-of-factly.
Brent put out the cigarette and squashed it with his feet then walked on towards his car. Amanda followed him, walking briskly still mentally struggling with who to be with.
"This is my car". He stopped by a ford Mustang GT 500, version 2022. Amanda quickly swallowed a lump of saliva. From his looks and his car and the confidence she spotted, she could tell his pockets were large.
"Nice ride" she casually muttered while she brushed her hands across the bonnet slightly as she walked around to the passenger's side still wearing her glazed look.
"Nice ride? Brent asked with a quizzical look and a smile. "You are quite a phenomenon that I am about to unbox". He got into the car, started the ignition, and drove away into the dead silent roads, chatting away with his newly found price.
Back in the street, right in front of the lounge, a corky man stood, dressed in black glowering over the pair that just drove off. He had a wolfish look and was truly ready to devour.
He spat on the floor angrily and muttered curses under his breath.
"I will hunt you down, bitch"!
With that, he walked back into the lounge.
Worth Luxury Apartments.Brent and Amanda drove into the apartment building and parked in the garage. It was in the early hours of the morning. The streets were becoming aglow with lights from stores and shops. The large bakery at the end of the boulevard was already up and functional. The aroma of the milky bread filled the dawn air; it smelt of milk and butter and a little bit of cheese."Do I smell bread? Like straight from the factory kind of bread"?Brent looked down at her with a jerky smile."Are you a bread lover"?Her eyes lit up with excitement and for the first time, he could see an expression on her face."Oh yes! Absolutely"! She replied excitedly."Hmm_____I find that interesting; because I wait up hours to be the first buyer. They will deliver some loaves to me once it is all done ".Amanda's eyes widened with excitement."Oh wooowiii! I could fall in love with you right now". She says that with a shabby look and he can tell she does not mean a word. He just scoffed at
"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 Worth's MansionThe hallway smelt of freshly baked pastries. The alluring aroma filled Brent's nose; an easy way to know he was now in his home. He could hear the chattering of his family and some extra voices, would be some visitors. He could hear the excitement in their voices and his heart broke when he remembered he would be a reason for them to feel unhappy.He took a deep breath and walked into the living room.His father, Bradley Kenilworth noticed his entrance."Hey, son____you are here". He put out his hand and Brent took and his father drew him closer in a brief hug. "How are you doing Dad"?"Great! Good as new". His mum called out to him from where she sat, opening her arms to receive her beloved son. Brent walked over to her and sat beside her before falling into her fragile arms. He planted kisses all over her face and she giggled."I missed you Mama_____i didn't know I would be gone for this long"."I missed you too Brent. How are you?"Brent nodded while responding
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.
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