The moon took a peek at her as she glided back and forth in the water, her hair splaying about, her skin glowing in the moonlight.She did back strokes and went under the water for some minutes before coming back up. It was as if the moon light was glued on her like a spot light.He stood in his balcony, taking a  sip of his wine and staring at her. Makayla knew he was there but she didn’t want to raise her head to look at him so he wouldn’t go away. This time he didn’t see Ayesha in her.He saw Makayla in Makayla.Something bulged in his trouser. The fucker just had to… He hissed and went back inside the room. He wanted to pour himself another glass of fruity wine but the bottle was empty. Makayla decided it was time to go back into the house, after drying herself completely, holding the towel in her hand. She was walking while typing away on her phone, bumping int

KnoxPleasuring his sweet Maykala was the best feeling in the world for him. Kissing her with all his might, feeling her soft lips and touching her body, making her shiver, hearing her moans while tasting her sweetness made him proud to see his love satisfied. But that experience was not on his mind at the moment.When Maykala abruptly left, all he could think about was her father, Al-Amin Quraishi Abbadi. Who was he? What did he do for a living? Why didn't Maykala tell him anything about him before? He grabbed his laptop, turned it on and did a background check on Maykala and her father. If Makayla wasn't going to tell him anything about her family, he was going to take matters into his own hands. Knox went to a website that did background checks on anyone. He typed in Al-Amin’s full name and searched for him. Finding him was not a challenge as he was the only one with a name like that. 

After he finished cleaning up, he put on a pair of joggers with a shirt and a pair of sneakers. He grabbed a face cap and took his silencer, tucking it in behind his joggers.Taking the keys to the black Ferrari, left the room, strolled to Makayla's room where he heard giggles and knocked lightly on the door.“Come in, Knox.” Makayla answered.“She is silly and stressing me out on what to wear so we decided to play dress up.”“Good. You girls have fun.” He repeated the address Pamela told him and left for the place.It was easy to locate the house because it stood different from other houses and was located at the end of the area of where she had mentioned, although it was not really far from Beverly Hills.He parked his Ferrari outside the house and went to the press the door bell. A man in his mid thirty opened the door with a smoke in between his lips.“Pamela.” Knox said.&ldq

KHALIL The wedding went well and he felt honored to be invited but what left him as a puzzle was: Why would Al-Amin get married to his ex-assassin? Why? His ex-assassin whose friend, took his death. Accidentally. The second question was: what relationship does Knox and Spike have? Khalil had seen Knox excuse himself from his family including his girlfriend Makayla and a black pretty girl. Such a beauty, he thought. He followed him to the other side of the wedding venue at the waterfall where he saw him talking with Spike. Their voices were too low for him to hear their conversations plus he must not be seen.  Why? Al-Amin wedded his ex-assassin; Knox and Spike. Fuck! He slammed his hand on the table. Aside from William, the cunning smart ass bastard, who wa

KNOX He had gone out to pick Aryan or Spike rather and his family at McDonald’s to come stay in his house. Now that he and Spike worked together, Knox had to protect him because he now realized that the con life which he was good at and the gambling, there was more than just it; the billionaire clique, everything. Thanks to Spike who had shed more light to everything and himself, he was ready for whatever stunt Dhanial wanted to pull. Pamela was now his responsibility and neither of them regretted the death of Bloom, in fact Pamela was happy he was dead and he helped her buried her mother. Another thing was, Knox still hadn’t find out what Makayla was up to, all he knew was that the moment he received her file from Al-Amin Quraishi Abaddi, he knew it was about coning and to break her from being dominating to submissive. He sighed.  Since the