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 her and walked into the building.
Brent's apartment is the penthouse. He chose this spot to have all the privacy he needs. Being an introvert, mixing up was much of a big deal for him and he seldom needed company.
As they walked onto the elevator, Amanda's phone started buzzing for what seemed like the umpteenth time. Her body language spelled discomfort. Brent gave her a quizzical look.
"I ain't snooping, lady but the Calls just keep coming. Don't you think it's about time"?
She looked down at her phone and put out the power button and then turned off the cell phone.
"Do not worry about the calls. It is not that serious".
Brent did not believe her. He knew she was not telling the truth but he could not let her go. He had become too invested in her company to let her go.
"But who is it? Do not mind me asking. I just need to be sure tha___________".
"That I am not a serial killer, or some gang member, or probably a whore whose other clients are demanding her services "?. She cut in with a smirk on her face.
Brent's mouth was thrown agape at how quickly she conjured those possibilities.
"What"? She asked with fierceness following his expression.
"Woohhh______easy now woman. I, unfortunately, wasn't gonna say any of that. I was only going to be sure you don't have anywhere to be cos I didn't plan to let you go anytime soon".
Amanda, smacked by the foolery of her loose response, cleared her throat in shame and muttered "I am sorry".
"Okay," he responded casually. He could see she was quite a handful.
His apartment smelt nice; a mixture of aromatic and bouquet fragrances. The scented candles were lit and they disseminated an enticing fragrance, and it engulfed Amanda as she stepped in.
Her belly churned with ecstasy; her heart bubbled. The pattern of his apartment, his expensive-looking handmade furniture, the curtains, and the exquisite appearance had brought her to the conclusion that this man was a really big fish.
"Is this your house"?
He smiled proudly, aware his apartment was serving her eyes with wonderful sights.
"Yes, Ma'am. You do not like it"?
" Nooo______(she stuttered)____ I mean, oh_____no. It is a nice place".
Brent looked at her again, expecting a better compliment.
"Not nice, gorgeous ". She quickly adjusted. "Why do you love compliments so much"?.
"Who doesn't"? Brent replied.
Amanda sat on the couch and Brent walked over to her and dragged her up to her feet.
"Come over here Ma'am ". He drew her into his arms and put his lips on hers as their lips locked in a passionate kiss. His tongue in her mouth and hers in his. She moaned under her breath and her hands went ahead of her, touching his weak points. The cloth in-between became too uncomfortable and Brent hurriedly pulled away his and dragged down her pants, exposing her beautiful curves. She had a red pair of underwear that covered her treasures.
Brent's manhood stood in adoration of the woman that lay in front of him, his to have for the night. She was too beautiful. Her eyes were blue and they resonated with his bedroom bulbs. Her skin tasted fresh and smelt of lavender. He ran his lips over her and suddenly halted when he came to her belly.
"What? Amanda asked coarsely, confused at why he would halt like that.
Brent moved away from her and lay down at the far end of the king-size bed.
Color drained from Amanda's face.
"This is a woman's worst nightmare".
Brent looked over at her. He appeared doleful. He knew she was embarrassed because it was etched on her face
"I am sorry. I cannot go on_____" Brent said, struggling with looking up at her disappointed face.
"I am sorry"? Is something wrong with me"? Amanda retorted.
"No______ I just cannot go on".
"So, You brought me here for what purpose? Please remind me_____".She stared at him with a quizzical look. Anger was written on her face.
"Look lady; my money, my choice! I just said I cannot continue, what is wrong with that"?
His response tore at her heart and sent her into a rage. He just cost her a meeting that could be the end of her travails and the beginning of a brighter partnership and now he was bulging.
"Sir______ I believe we had an understanding. You were to have me all morning and afternoon for 15 hundred. Why did you change your mind so abruptly "?
"Nothing. I just do not feel up to it".
She got down from the bed and hurriedly put her clothes on, and gathered her things.
"Will this affect my payment "?
Brent shook his head. He seemed slightly disappointed.
"For a minute, I considered you different. But it is fine. I am going to give you cash''.
"Different huh? Different isn't my problem. I cannot waste my time here and you leave me empty-handed".
He walked to the drawer and pulled out a stack of cash. He pulled out a few notes and handed them to her.
"There____ that's 2000. You do not deserve it but you can have it".
Amanda's eyes widened with shock and soon her eyes burned with anger. She had dealt with all kinds of men; the straight ones, the gay ones, the gentlemen, the mean mother fuckers, the gang leaders and drug lords, and the corky ones too. But this man right here? He was something she had not seen.
A few hours ago, he was so gentle and kind, easygoing, and willing to take her home for twelve hours. A few hours later, he was mean and his face hardened and he dealt with her with contempt and looked at her with a condescending look.
She walked up to him and bumped her chest into his, angrily.
"I can take it all for tonight but not an insult from you. I don't deserve it? Fuck you"!
She turned and stormed out of his room and out of his endearing apartment, slamming the door after her.
Brent let out a long breath. He was remorseful he did what he did but he could not deal with any woman.
He sighed and muttered,"I am sorry Dad. I tried".
Brent heard the screeching of tires and a loud masculine voice yelling "Get in"! The next thing was a car speeding away. He felt a slight panic grip his heart. For a moment, he thought that could have been Amanda in trouble but quickly dismissed the thoughts with a shrug.
"She is not my problem," he thought to himself.
…But not for long…
"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
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