Tina stood at a distance and pointed to the door. "That's Mr Verrrati's room ma'am." It was as if she was scared to come any closer, should in case things go sour, she would explain to Mr Verrati that all she did was point her to his room, that she didn't actually take her to the room herself. It was amusing to Savannah, watching her countenance and interpreting her actions. She still wondered why most of his staffs were so terrified of him. She understood that it had to do with the fact that, he was their employer and all, plus the huge gulf in class, wealth and status. But he never had that effect on her since the day they met. She knew what she felt whenever he was around her. It was definitely not fear. Although the feeling was a bit inexplainable, she knew it was more of want, desire, passion and awe. Not saying another word, Tina turned and walked away. Savannah waited patiently for her to leave, then inserted the key in the keyhole. Unlocking the door, she pushed
Steve stopped jogging as he arrived edge street. He semi-squatted and panted to catch his breathe. He inspected the surrounding. Edge street was an abandoned and almost uninhabitable part of the city. There were abandoned buildings and apartments littered everywhere. It was quiet, lifeless and lonely. It is said that the feel of the area sets ones mind on an edge, hence the name. There was no one in sight. He walked towards the street pathway, suddenly having an odd feeling and wondering why anyone would want to meetup in a place like this. But he understood that, privacy and discreetness was needed for this meeting. As he walked inner the street, he saw different large spray paints on the wall, depicting different signs and messages. Some were sensible and decodable. Most weren't. They were probably marked on the wall by a group of persons to show ownership or to signal a direction or even a warning. He couldn't tell. On some walls were bullet holes and blood stains.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in." Savannah said. She was still in her husband's room, now her room too. She had taken a long shower, and stood before a silver mirror, creaming her skin. Wearing nothing save a pink towel she was tying around her. She was glowing. She was happy. If someone asks her why, she wasn't sure she would be able to fully make them understand. But she knew the reason wasn't far fetched. It wasn't also disconnected from the letter she had seen earlier, immediately she had woken up, from Mike. It was still unbelievable. She still had doubts he wrote that. For one, he didn't pass as one to be romantic. The door opened and Tina walked in. Closing the door behind her, she stood silently, waiting for orders. A peek at her from the corner of her eyes, Savannah noticed she was almost visibly shivering in awe, gaping about in unbelief. It was obvious as day, that she had never been in Mike's room in her life. To think she had been working for him for more than 3 y
Vivienne drove smoothly. At the background a soft french song filled the air. He studied Mrs Verrati from the rear mirror, eyeing her countenance occasionally. He hadn't had time previously to study her fully. Infact few minutes ago, was the first time he was seeing her up close and having a conversation with her. He had been fascinated by her, seeing she was the lucky one among all the ladies frolicking around his boss. He had imagined her to be a high class lady, proud, sassy, highly distinguished, a celebrity or maybe an empress. Cause, that's the class of women he had always seen around his boss. But he was doubly amazed and astonishment to find out she was just a lowly girl from a humble background. Added to the fact that, she was a poor orphan, working merely as an event planner. He couldn't tell nor imagine what she could have done or said to catch Mr Verrati's attention, talk more of being his wife. It beats him. Although, that took nothing away from t
Crawling, he got to a side where he had a good view of the remaining men. They were looking for him carefully, moving silently, guns aimed and set like soldiers. He aimed expertly and shot. He hit the closest one at the forehead, killing him instantly. The remaining two seeing this, fell to the ground and took cover. They decided to split and come at him from both sides, aiming at him, while crawling closer. Vivienne felt a sharp pain on his left hand and his groin. Feeling and seeing the blood gushing out, he knew he had been shot. The bullet came from under the car. Not bothering to check who shot him, he placed the gun under the car and immediately returned fire. Someone let out a painful groan from beneath the car and he knew he had hit him. He shot one more time at the same direction, killing the person under the car. He was loosing blood and felt strength drain out of him. But he didn't relent. He slowly crawled to another position and waited for the final a
MY CONTRACT WIFE (It's just for one year... right?) 💕💕💕❤️❤️😍😍Michael knelt with one knee on the Persian purple rug on the floor. In his right hand was a gold ring he held in an offering kind of position. He flashed his best "Mr sexy" smile. A smile that had always come through previously in his various escapades with women. He was dressed to "kill". He wore a purple silky suit customized just for him. His long black hair was weaved stylishly and beautifully all back. He was dripping with jewelries. A purple diamond earring on his left ear, a glittering golden ring on the index finger of both hands, a hundred carat golden chain round his neck with a red diamond as pendant. One could easily mistake him for a refined Italian version of Nipsey Hussle. His Italian shoes shone brightly on the expensive rug. His eyes fixed on her. He began speaking. "My love. From the first day I set my eyes on you. I knew it. I knew something left me. You stole my heart. You fixed a puzzle in my life
Damnit! she swore tiredly, using the back of her palm to rub her sleepy eyes. It was one of those rare moments he said he loves her but she'd screwed it up this time. She wiped off the coffee spill and sat back before her laptop. Sam was not just her boyfriend. He was her boss. He owned SAM EVENT PLANNERS. The company she worked for. She was grateful to him for giving her the job. And also assigning her to take charge of the contract. When he asked her few months ago to be his girlfriend. She accepted. Thinking about it now, she realized she had accepted based on gratitude not really that she loved him. Done, she shut the laptop, undressed and entered the bathroom. She took her time, washing herself back to normalcy. She stood before the mirror above the bathroom sink, admiring herself. She was 6 ft tall, with a long flowing, jet black hair that stopped close to her enormous well shaped buttocks. Her boobs stood firm in front of her with her pink nipple
Earlier that day.... SAM EVENT PLANNERSMr Sam Hilton sat relaxedly. He was in a good mood. He looked around at his new looking office. Liking that it penetrated only peripherally- ocean green walls, heavy brass lamps, dark leather sofas and chairs, the wooden smell of furniture polish synonymous with new furniture and sweet aroma of cherry tobacco hanging in the air. It looked like a place for everything and everything in it's place. He had drawn the shades close, giving the room the feeling of twilight. The mood of the room was exactly what he needed. His phone rung as expected. He smiled cheekily at the caller ID. Exactly who he had wanted on connect. "Good afternoon boss," a huff voice sounded. "Zino. This is no time for pleasantries. Have you done all I ordered?" He asked standing up, walking towards the plasma Tv set on the adjacent wall. "Yes boss. Everything is set for tomorrow. Everything is exactly as you ordered boss". "Good Zino," He said as he poured himself a g