“Maeve, don’t you think that leaving your cousin there like that is a little too harsh?” Dylan asked after driving out of the restaurant’s car park.
Calculating the distance to Maeve’s house, he was worried because they had not even ordered food and both he and Sandra were hungry.She had nothing on her and would remain like that till he sent the cab to get her. Even at that, she would still not be able to pay since she’d have to get to his house to take either of his cards or cash to pay the cab driver.“Dylan, are you sure you are not in love with my cousin?”There was no expression on Maeve’s face and the question caused Dylan to freeze. He quickly forced a smile,“Maeve, what are you talking about?”Maeve turned to his direction, looking at his side profile.“You care too much about her and I can’t help being jealous. Maybe I should get a detective to be watching you.”She observed how Dylan’s handsSandra’s hand holding the phone shook. Dylan lied to her. Did he not say that Gabriel had warned him to not touch Maeve?Sandra should be happy since she wanted Maeve’s cherry poked but was rather very sad.For Dylan to sleep to the extent of not hearing his phone ring, she wondered how many times they must have done it and tears welled up in her eyes, blinding her on her long walk to Dylan's house.“Hey, my phone,” the guy whose phone she borrowed chased after her. She stopped and gave him his phone while holding tightly to her blazer. She wished she had won a shirt underneath instead of the thin underwear, which was all to entice Dylan.“I’m sorry.”The guy took the phone, stared at her in annoyance, and walked away. Sandra knew that he must be thinking she wanted to steal his phone but could not bring herself to worry about it.He was generous enough to allow her to use it to make this c
“Who put that stupid idea in your head?” Dylan pushed Sandra’s hand away and walked past her, dropping her handbag on her couch. He couldn’t bear to stay angry because of her pale-looking form and how she had already sneezed three times. He looked around the room with seemingly nothing of interest to him. It was just a simple one-bedroom apartment, which served her purpose for now. Sandra was increasingly upset by the way he brushed everything off like it was nothing. “I called you when you were sleeping last night. Maeve answered your phone and said you two just finished fucking. Are you still going to deny it?” “Hahahaha,” Dylan laughed. He imagined how good it would have been if he indeed had that opportunity but he did not want to lose his new teeth implants and his gun too. “I guess she succeeded in fooling you. Do you think she would even allow me to fuck her in her father’s house? And even if I did, isn’t it what you always told me to do?” Sandra realized that Maeve pra
“Toyota Corolla?” Maeve asked with shock when Gabriel stopped and opened the door for them to join another car. She has always known Gabriel to like some particular kind of cars and a Corolla was not one of them. Not even close. “You don’t like it?” Gabriel smiled teasingly, knowing she wasn’t a fan of cars like his sister. It was a car no one would suspect him of driving since he loved luxury cars, for which reason he arranged for it. “For me, it’s okay, but I know it’s not your type of car,” Maeve buckled up her seat belt and spoke. Gabriel smiled, feeling proud of the fact that she knew his likes and dislikes. “I feel happy that you know a lot about me but that is the reason I arranged for this car so that no one would suspect it too. I’m compromising everything for you.” Maeve smiled with gratitude, “Thanks for always thinking ahead.” Gabriel already started the car and stepped on the accelerator, asking, “So, what more did you do to Sandra?” He recalled that she wanted
Dylan left Sandra’s apartment and drove back to the office. While on the way, he tried severally to contact Vincent but the latter’s phone was switched off. It got so bad, that Dylan almost crashed into the car in front of him so he threw his phone into the passenger seat to focus on the road. Arriving at the office, he was about to call one of his spies to keep an eye on Maeve’s movement when Reginald’s secretary informed him that Reginald wanted to see him. Reginald had received a text message from Gabriel, ‘Dad, please keep Dylan busy for me today. I’m investigating the issue about Vincent’s strange death with Maeve and I don’t want Dylan to be suspicious.’ Reginald was happy that Gabiel was doing so with Maeve. If they found out about any negativity, Maeve would have first-hand information and break up with Dylan. It was all Reginald hoped for, that his daughter would break up this unhealthy relationship before it was too late. In that case, he would not be the one inciting
Vincent wanted to run away but Maeve was already at the doorway. He thought of pushing her away but that cold and heartless Gabriel appeared right beside her. Even if Vincent tried to escape, Gabriel would get him so he took a step back and shut the door but before he could lock it, Gabriel pushed and blocked it with his foot. “Vincent, this could be good or bad depending on how you want to play it. If you want a fight, I can give it to you.” Vincent instantly left the door at Gabriel’s cold warning and the latter pushed it open. When he entered the room with Maeve, he closed it behind them and asked, “Care to tell us how the dead rise from the morgue?” The room was so scattered that neither Maeve nor Gabriel made any attempt to sit and remained standing in the doorway. Vincent’s knees were weak and he pleaded, “Mr. Scott please, I will tell you everything but I don’t want to go to jail.” He was already trembling from fear and did not dare to ask how they knew about his wher
“Just taking precautions since his intentions are not written on his face like yours.” Maeve smiled and snuggled close to his chest without saying any more. Whenever she proposed something, Gabriel would take it to the next level and ensure to cover all her tracks, including those she never thought about. He was her soul mate, also making life easier for her, and being close to him, made her feel as if she was in a carefree world with no problems. After another two and half hours, the pair were alighting from a Toyota Corolla at Gabriel’s underground office car park where Doreen was waiting for them. “Great. Am I supposed to drive the Corolla now?” Doreen was not happy. She was not obsessed with houses or clothing as much as she was with cars. Gabriel pulled her into a comforting hug before he said, “Just to the house. Your car is already parked there and the owner of the Corolla is also there to take his car back.” Doreen pulled away, folded her hands to her chest, and asked
Maeve glanced at Gabriel for a second but it felt like a century before she reluctantly joined her hand to that of Dylan. She intentionally left her handbag behind and Gabriel quickly wrote a note, stuffed it inside before catching up and giving it to her. “Maeve, you should be careful with your belongings,” he said in a cold tone, engaged in a cold glare with Dylan, who flashed him his teeth implants that looked better than his original teeth through a smile. Gabriel did not smile back but only held his gaze to give Maeve the time to read the note. ‘Relax. I know that you don’t love him. I believe your parents are there anyway.’ Maeve smiled but she wasn’t sad because of what she thought Gabriel would feel but the fact that she missed their usual goodbye kiss which soothed her every time they weren’t together or she went to bed alone. However, she still wanted to assure him that she got the message and said, “Dylan, let’s go. The food will be getting cold.” Reginald and Cynth
Maeve was patiently waiting for whatever lie Dylan was going to cook up this time and Dylan’s brain worked very fast, most probably because he was broke. “Before paying, I insisted that she show me the design of the dress because of the price and this isn’t it,” he said. Maeve was impressed by his smooth lie this time around and replied, “You are right, this is not it. I didn’t know how to tell you that the scam poured coffee on the dress when I was putting it back in the box.” “What?” Dylan’s gaze darkened, as he perceived that Gabriel did it on purpose. “Well, he gave it to his secretary to take to the laundry and when I asked for it yesterday, he said it was going to be delivered to my house. This is what I got this morning,” Maeve added and wanted to laugh at the terrible look on Dylan’s face. He looked presentable but as Maeve was with him, she was only eager to catch a glimpse of Gabriel. Dylan looked at the sparkling diamonds around the neckline and even the necklace, fe