Derrick spoke quietly on the phone, moving farther away so she didn't hear what was being said.Sheila turned back to the stove and continued staring absently. Hurt pulsed within her at the sudden distance he showcased. How he went from thoughtful and kind to distant in just a little over an hour was a mystery she couldn't solve, but it was one that hurt like hell. She knew it was too good to be true, so she had no one to blame but herself, for letting her guard down.Sheila went through the motion of cooking in a robotic fashion, no longer thrilled by the prospect of preparing something amazing for him. She just wanted to get out of there. She would head over to Zoey's as soon as she was done here, maybe she would also get lost in a bottle of alcohol or two, since she was suddenly an expert at making bad decisions.The food was done, and the table was set before his call ended. Sheila was grabbing some juice from the refrigerator when he walked back into the ki

Derrick's head was in all the wrong places. He couldn't think in his current state. Images of Sheila kept flitting through his head in rapid succession, her shy smile, her quiet laughter, her blushing, and the sexy moans she released when he touched her; all of them mingled into an impossible to swallow cocktail.He was beyond frustrated. He was angry, he was confused, he was guilty; and worst of all he was lost. Without her he felt empty, he had gotten quite used to having her around him and with him. She was a balm his soul hadn't even known it needed.The Japanese clients spoke on and on about the merger they had in place but his mind was roaming, all he could pick up were bits and pieces of the information they were sharing. Hopefully, it was the important bits.Jenna stealthily tapped him to bring him back to the present. Clearly, he had roamed a lot farther this time. He smiled gratefully at her and continued to pay attention as best he could to the man in

"Sheila, I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, what picture is that?" he exclaimed"You are denying it?" Sheila snapped. Who was this guy? Sheila couldn't believe his lack of balls to tell her the truth. He had no shame whatsoever and was still lying to her face. "I swear to you that I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about," Derrick said and he sounded so serious. If not that she had been carrying the photo with her all these days as a reminder to keep her distance from him, she would have fallen for his lie. "So, I'm the one lying here, right?" she mocked, digging into her bag as she brought out the photo and threw it on the couch. "There, have a look," she said and Derrick picked the envelope up. He scanned through what was inside and just like she said, it was a picture of Jenna and him at that God damned bar! And they were standing in a very provocative posture, and it looked like they were kissing.

Jenna got to the scene where Mike was waiting for her. "My lady" he greeted as she walked into the room. This was the place they always met when they were about to carry out their evil acts. The place was so unassuming, no one would notice anybody entering there"How are you Mike, is everything set?" "Yes, he's sitting pretty right inside," Mike said proudly. "Are you sure you got the real person?" she asked him. "Have I ever failed you?" he asked teasingly. "No, but nothing is certain. There's always a first time for something," she stated as she walked alongside him.They got to where the person they captured was tied up. Mike removed the blindfold from his face and his face came into view. Jordan has never seen these faces before. He had been captured and brought to this place by God knows who and he was sure it was the fucking warder that had sold him out. The warder had prom

Sheila and Derrick drove home and on getting home, he told her to wait, opening his door and hurrying to hers, to help her alight. "My lady," he teased her. "Thank you, my royal guard" She teased as well. "So, I'm your royal guard?" he interjected. "You are and you could be my Lord too," she said as she snuggled into his arms. "I will be everything you ask me to be, I promise" Derrick promised softly as they both walked into the house. Sheila walked into the kitchen immediately she stepped inside. "And what are you doing?" Derrick questioned. "I want to cook." "No, I don't think that you should do that. I don't want you stressing yourself at all, just leave it alone, we can order takeout or go out and eat.""But, I'm really tired of take-outs, I want to eat homemade food" Sheila responded, a pout in her voice. "Hmm, makes sense but I will only allo