The huge house could be compared to a graveyard; silent, still and motionless. The news Jackson bore the other day affected him, he wondered if it would still be fair calling him his friend.Right from their early days, they managed to build their wealths and promised their kids to one another. And when suddenly, they heard Jason and Cara got married, their heart knew no bounds. The sudden wedding was alarming and they didn't get angry, instead they were fulfilled.Now it was all him, left alone with no child to call his one. His anger raged as he remembered the last time Jason visited, promising to find his girl for him."Sir Alexander," his closest help, Ethan dragged him back to the surface."Yes?" He leapt from his chair forward. "What can I do for you?""Sir, it's Jason Pierce. He requests to speak with you.""Where is he? On the phone?""Not at all sir, he's in the waiting room. Should I let him in?"Alexander weighed his options carefully, seeing him would only confirm what Jac
Alexander packed a small bag, he hoped to spend at least 3 days with Cara before coming back to New York. The surprise swelling in his heart just to see his girl radiated throughout his entire body.His face beamed up and his appetite was really low. Ethan walked up behind him."Sir, what would you like to have for breakfast? I can tell the cook to prepare it as soon as possible.""You don't have to worry about that Ethan, I just need to step out real quick. I wouldn't be long," he said, thinking about the discussion he had with Jason a few days ago.Ethan sighted the bag behind him, just before he could hide it."Are you traveling sir?""Not at all, I just need to drop this bag with someone, right across the street.""Do you need me to go instead? You could rest, I would go in, your place," Ethan pressed further.He placed his hands on Ethan's shoulders."It's fine Ethan, I can go myself. I just need to stretch my body, and take a walk. Don't worry, it's all fine.""Are you sure sir?
The gentle breeze of Bana smooched Alexander's soft skin. He inhaled the pure air that smelt like a combination of cinnamon mixed with nutmeg. People minded their business and helped others the way they could, it was really a small town.The word a younger Cara used to say started to live rent free. She would always say, 'one day papa, we would leave New York. We would go to a place where few people know us, where everybody knows everyone and we would live happily ever just like in my cartoons'. It really looked like the kind of environment she wished for.He threw the long handle of his bag across his shoulder, as the airport gate went open for arrival, he sighted a well suited man holding a placard, on it was his name.He found his way to him and dropped his nose mask, extending his hand out for a handshake. "You are my ride?""Yes sir," the driver bowed first, then accepted his handshake. "Sir Jason asked me to drop you home, he gave me your address.""Oh," that was the only thing
The text staring in front of Jackson's eyes felt so unreal. He pushed Cynthia aside gently, pulling his trousers up.Cynthia had questioning looks in her eyes, she stared at the man who just stopped in the middle of pleasure."What's going on," she asked after he wouldn't say a word to her."Something big, something huge," he lifted her from the floor, gently. "Come by the house later, we will finish what we started."He kissed her aggressively, pouring his lust into the kiss. He knew if they continued, they would make out right there in the office.He stopped it before it could go any further."Can't I at least know what's going on?" Cynthia asked."It's a men's thing, you don't have to worry about it."Cynthia's determination to figure out what was going on heightened. Asking again will have Jackson get pissed at her and find a way to block whatever loophole that might be open."Sure, no problem. I'll come by at 5pm, you should be home by then. Right?""I'll be home, just drop by."
Jason buried his head deep in work, numbing his environment. His caller tune reached out to him from his inner feelings. He stared at the caller ID, it was his father. On a second ring, he picked up.A scorn was plastered on his face. "Good day to you father, how can I help you?""Is that sarcasm I hear in your voice? Well that is up to you, I want you to see me at home tomorrow morning. As early as possible.""Do I have to? Why can't you just say whatever you want to say on the phone. I have a busy schedule tomorrow," he replied irritatingly.Jason growled slowly on the phone, pissed about the tone his son was using on him."I don't care whatever mood you are in, you better find your way here tomorrow if you don't want to see the other side of me. You know me well, you know me better. I'm still your father," he shouted."Do your worst father, I thought parents were supposed to be hot on their children's happiness but no you chose an outsider's happiness instead of mine. You ceased to
Jason barged into the house the next morning without any form of salutations. He wore a mean disdainful look proudly on his face."I'm here, what do you want to tell me that couldn't be said over the phone?"Jackson lifted the cup of hot coffee over his lips, blowing soft small air over it."When you calm down, we would talk," he shifted his gaze away from the cup, locking it with his son's own.Upon realizing what his father was doing, he walked into the kitchen to cool off."Can I prepare a cup of coffee for you Sir Jason?" One of the maids offered to help, bowing her head and locking her hands behind her."It's alright, I'll do it myself," he said, dismissing her by the wave of his fingers.He prepared his coffee and reached for the saucer, he placed the cup of coffee on it and walked back into the sitting room with it.He sat opposite him and sipped his cold coffee, he was never a lover of hot coffees, he always wondered what his father enjoyed in it."What do you require my prese
The sudden death of Alexander rocked New York greatly, Jason strongly believed his father had something to do with it. Shortly after he asked about his connection with the billionaire's wealth, the next month, the billionaire was declared dead.He had no proof or evidence that his father's hands were stained.Cara had flown in from Bana the same day his death was announced. She refused to believe her ears and had thrashed herself in front of everyone during the funeral process, holding on tightly to her father's coffin.She requested it'd be open, she claimed her voice saying her father wasn't dead.Typical reporters, they had another news to roll out on their channels.Various headlines flew around, some like;GREAT BILLIONAIRE AND PHILANTHROPIST, ALEXANDER PIERCE WAS PRONOUNCED DEAD EARLY THIS MORNING.As soon as Cara was sighted, another report went out.ONLY HEIRESS TO GLAMFORT ENTERPRISES IS SEEN HOME AFTER 2 YEARS OF HER SUDDEN DISAPPEARANCE, COULD SHE BE RESPONSIBLE FOR HER FAT
Cara stared at him like a dummy, blinking her eyes rapidly and opening her mouth at intervals."Jason, are you serious? Okay, right now, I'm confused. Be a little help to this woman and explain everything to me, starting from the beginning.""Well, I've summarized the whole beginning for you. What else is left there for me to say?"She created a space beside her for him on the bed, hitting the spot. "Sit here, let's talk. Start from the part where you got entangled with each other and how you are not married to her.""Okay wait Cara, first thing first, how did you know I was married? I can't remember telling you that."She rolled her eyes, straightening her back. "Remember those 2 ladies who stood with the manager the day you came to the restaurant, I heard it from them. They run their mouths everytime, one of them even has a crush on you. The one with the fair skin and busty chest, I know you like them big," she hit his back with her shoulders. He turned around to see her wearing a m