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
The sound of the platters of rainfall hitting the roof, resonated with the RnB songs that filled the room. Everywhere smelt of mint leaves, tea and pancakes with extra hot sauce, just as Brent would always love it.Downstairs, Brent Kenilworth drove into his billion dollar mansion; an eighteenth birthday gift from his father, Bradley Kenilworth. He was a big boy in a big city, every woman's dream. But only one woman kept him spell bound, Judy Amoria.She was his everything. His heart could not let go of her. She knew just how to make him feel good. Everything she did was perfect except for those days when his inner demons took hold of him and pushed him to a point of being brutal towards her.She was home. He knew she was probably cooking his dinner. They had been apart for a few months, after their last fight. Now, he had sworn never to cause any issues that would make them stay apart anymore.As he tried to park his car under the car shed, his headlights flashed on a beautiful image