George returned to his apartment after an unfruitful search. On that day, he had seen a lad who told him that he saw Nasha standing by the train station going to Polperro. “Mr, I know the Miss that you’re seeking. She has gone to Polperro I guess cos I saw her standing by the train station yesterday.”But he doubted the young boy as he considered him too small to comprehend his pains and to even give meaningful suggestions. Thus, he flung off his talks as he went back to proceed with the murder investigations which was his primary assignment. He had gotten information that night, that the London big boys and girls would be having a pool party at Beacon Hotel.Then he hastily suspended his other work and dressed lavishly as he tend to disguise himself to belong to the league. He arrived at the Hotel by 10 PM. And as he walked in, he beheld men and women of different calibers seated circley in different seats with their circles. Then it became difficult for him to identify the
Nasha’s new life at Polperro was becoming more interesting. She garnered the fragment that she was and turned it into an exquisite fine art.Her glowing becomes anew by the day as her flawless skin shines effortlessly. She had many office assistants; distinguishing her position as the director general of Nasha's Special Taste.Though she had forgotten the pains of being rusticated from school and the pains of being accused wrongly, but one thing she couldn’t forget was George’s nonchalance about her whereabouts. She loved him very much and she had thought he did love her as well. But as the saying goes, love is tested when one is in trouble. However, in her case, George had supported and stood by her beyond doubt.And even if he decided to withdraw his support from her, she would still be grateful for the times that he was with her. Star was the only person that she had reached out to since she moved to Polperro. Star had promised to come to check on her by the next week and sh
“I’ve missed you”. She spoke softly, winked her green lovely eyes romantically, then used one of her figures to draw a heart symbol on his chest. “I’ve missed you a lot, my love”He snorted as he drew her close to his body then gently caressed her hair as he planted multiple kisses on it. “I don’t want this to end now. I want you by my side till death. I love you beyond words, Nasha.”He whispered in a shaky quiet voice as his lips trembled and his breath beats faster like the tick of a clock. “I love you more than life itself, George. I would have ended it all but the thought of you is what keeps me alive! “He declared, staring right into his eyes like a mother convincing her child to believe in something. Then he cast his eyes on the ground as he began to scribble meaningless images. And the next minute, he said, “Would you leave me for him? Do you still feel for him? “Her eyes startled and the hairs on her body stretched as her veins popped. “Who are
Nasha returned to London on the following day. But the streets of London, particularly Oxford seem to have acquired a certain newness in her eyes other than what it used to be. It has become more busier, noisy, and congested as throngs walked on the pedestrian like snails and cars zoomed on the road like cheetahs. Amid the hustle and bustle, a pungent filled the air, making her breath became stiff. Then she covered her nose with her palms as she opened her mouth to inhale and exhale air. She hastily increased her pace as she walked past the hordes. Though she had arrived in the night, she could still see different beautiful street lights glittering in the atmosphere. Nasha took a few steps and began to hear some music from the popular disco jockey playing in the upper house. The music sounds was loud and mellifluous at the same time and she couldn’t help than to dance to the beat of it, stylishly. When she crossed over to the other side of the street leading to George’s house,
“I should have known that Richardson is this way! But why would he kill Vincent and Tasha? Does he have any business with them? I can’t believe that I dated a beast! Gosh!!! “She soliloquized and hissed twice as she placed her hands on her head like a farmer whose harvest was unfruitful. She couldn't sit or stand at a spot for a minute rather she walked from one side to the other, taping her feet on the ground like a night ghost on heels, on the quest for revenge. What she was having at that moment was a blah. She was furious at herself; furious for trusting so easily, for trusting Richardson that much. But how on Earth would she believe that someone whom she had shared an intimate moment with, would attempt to frame her? Impossible! That didn't make sense anyway cos Richardson she knew may be abusive but she didn't think that he was capable of killing. But how would she talk George into seeing Richardson without him thinking that she still had feelings for him? However,
It was a snowy morning, the streets of London were filled with solid snow, and thus everywhere was freezing. George pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lightened it up with a grill lighter. He puffed despondently as he intently studied the map on the table. He used his figure to draw a vertical line; connecting Oxford and Bristol hallways, where the kidnappers had asked him to come. George finished the first cigarette, then lightened up the second one and when he was about to grab the third cigarette, he looked at his wall clock as he discovered that it was already noon. “Gosh!!! This weather can be deceptive”. he muttered as he quickly got dressed and arranged some pounds Sterling in the briefcase. Then he brought out his phone and dialed Fredrickson's number, it buzzed twice but he didn’t pick up then as he redialed the number, he picked up and said, “Hello, coolest dude.” Then he grinned and said, “Hello Fred. Man, don’t flatter me, there’s a big trouble. Please, come
“I was so scared that I’m gonna lose you…. I’m glad that you came back safe. The boy told me… told me that you were taken away by those thugs. “He shuttered amid tons of tears. Then she replied “It’s ok, my love. It wasn’t your fault. They came unawares. They didn’t even say that I did something wrong. They all covered their faces with masks. And…… and they took me to a gigantic building and ordered me not to turn to them. They offered me food but I rejected it and they finally took me to St Mary’s Hospital.” She snickered in pain but she held her breath a bit to suppress the incessant tears.George glancingly saw that, then he requested that they get into the room. Of all the things that Nasha explained, “They covered their faces with masks” was what baffled him the most. They weren’t criminals and if they were, they would have seized her phone, and releasing her so soon, didn’t show any signs of professionalism in kidnapping. However, he swallowed his doubts as he focus
“Hello, man. Please, we need to talk. It’s urgent. I’ll meet you in the office.” He said snappily, then hung up. George returned to the room to inform Nasha that he would be going to see a friend. “My love, I'd be back shortly. I have an appointment with Fredrickson.”He kissed her on the forehead before she could say a word. Then she clinched into his arms as his kiss sent chills into her stomach. She never wanted him to leave but he gently ungirded her arms from his body and then left immediately. His pace was a bit swift as he hopped into his car and started driving to Frederickson’s office then arrived at the office after some minutes drive as he barged into his office without showing some courtesy like a gentleman he was. Then Frederickson was taken aback at the manner his door was thrust open. But his face became brightened on seeing that it was George. “Hey man, what happened this time? You didn’t even notify me gently in your usual manner that you have arrived.