Despite the overdosed morphine, she still felt a pang of pain, maybe it was just a psychological phenomenon but all the same, she tried her best to ignore it.He leaned down and kissed her lip, preying her mouth open with his tongue as he deepened the kiss and squeezed her butt.She did not fully reciprocate the kiss, but she did not completely shut him off either, but he could still detect her reluctance.He broke off, " why do you seem not interested in anything today?" Frost asked."Because like I said, I had a tough week plus I'm pretty nervous looking forward to my new job." She did not sound rude though, he let her attitude pass off as her being nervous.They chatted a little before they parted ways.Monty was not around to show her around or lead her downstairs, but she knew where to find the mask, surprisingly, the locker was opened.She grabbed her gas mask and made her way down to the vaporized bar.It took the grace of God for her not to forget everything and jam to the musi
"This is Phoebe, and she will be training you from now on." The boss announced, still in auto tunes.The women only nodded."It is just a weekend thing right?" She whispered to him.She had to be certain that their agreement still stood."As agreed, yes." He replied. "Perhaps, you could create more time within the week." He said."I've got a day job, so …" she started."I know." He cut her in.She furrowed her brows, but not conspicuously."How do you know? I do not remember mentioning it to you." She asked suspiciously."Isn't it obvious, you would have been at the club even during the day if it were otherwise." He explained.It was tangible, but she did not buy it.She did not argue though."I'll leave you alone while you work." He said and took his leave.She stared at his back as he walked out of view, 'his manner of moving was very unfamiliar. This guy was technically shorter than most of the men she knew.' she thought. 'not too short though, because he still towered over her.' S
When Fabiola was done with the women, she was blindfolded again and taken back to the club. It was already after 2 am in the night when she got back to the club.She was surprised to see Frost still loitering around the vicinity even at that time.He was busy talking to someone. It gave her the chance to walk past him without him taking note of her.When she got back to the pub, she took the plastic bag which contained her stuff, stuff she'd secured in the trash.She could not risk going home before heading out again, Pop's shadows might likely pick on her tail again. Today was the perfect day to visit the police station. It is Saturday, the place would definitely be crowded with drunk people getting into trouble at randa, especially teenages. Making it the perfect atmosphere to get in and out without much scrutiny.She kept her blond wig on but changed her outfit. She wore a blue sleeveless mini body hugging gown. For one of the few times, she wore stilettos.She strolled a few blo
The other cop standing behind her grabbed her lightly by the arm and pulled her back.She turned and launched a surprise drunken punch on his face. "I want my coffee!" She yelled in anger.She stared wide-eyed at the man she just punched, with no remorse. He had his hand over his punched nose."Miss, you need to calm down." The donut cop walked beside her, but instead, she pushed him on the ground, strapped her legs around his waist and began punching him."Give me my coffee…." She was raining feminine punches on him, he mostly tried defending himself and not fighting back.His partner came from behind and grabbed her like a baby, neutralizing the crazy drunk Fabiola."Let me go!" She kicked voilently.The cop held her in place.His donut partner quickly handcuffed her hands in front and together, they shoved her in the back of the police car.Speaking of the coffee and innocent donuts…. They were somewhere on the floor, in complete ruins. The coffee completely spilled and the donut…we
"I'll get the door," Fabiola said.Brant nodded and sat back, crossing his legs over the other as he stretched them and placed them on the center table, technically marking his territory. "Carl?" Fabiola called out in surprise.Thank goodness that she'd worn this t-shirt.Brantley's ears spiked up as soon as she said the name."Princess? Am I hallucinating or this building is actually upright?" Carlson asked. He was not interested in coming in. His eyes were busy scanning the arena.Fabiola's heart was beating with mixed feelings. She wasn't sure on how to behave around him. She decided to give him the benefit of doubt until she had enough proof."So if you were hallucinating, then what were you expecting when you knocked the door, what are you even doing here?" She tried to act natural.He looked at her, "I wanted to make sure it was real." He replied innocently, "how did you build it up this fast?" He asked."What brings you here?" She ignored his question."What….?" He pretended
She had not yet recovered from the shock of his revelation to Carl, now this PDA? Her head exploded.Carl paused, eyes wide open, eyebrows raised. He looked down at the couple. He could not believe his eyes."Congratulations!" That was the only thing Carl could think of saying."Thank you!" Brantley replied, pulling Fabiola closer. She was just too stunned to utter a word. She raised her eyes and met Carl's, there were a lot of unspoken words only both of them could understand."Well, I'll leave you two alone ." Carlson held Fabiola's gaze. "Princess?" He called sweetly."Hmm." That was the only sound she could produce. She was blushing too stupor. Only if the judgment day trumpet could go now."This should not be in parlour." He handed her the portrait.Brant was going to protest but he quickly shut his mouth up. Anybody who knew the Rivers would recognize that child if they saw that portrait and of course anyone could link that child to Fabiola.She quietly took the portrait and ke
The week ran by in a Flash, despite her promising to call for Frost on Sunday, she did not. But for the sake of blah blah blah, she called him on Tuesday. They spoke briefly before she hung up.She started working as Fabiola McDarryl, The secretary, again. Brant had insisted that she join the board of directors, but she'd refused categorically, also because she did not want unwanted attention from his father, not yet. But she was considering doing that the coming week. Well, Brant had also fired the Mise brothers from the board, stating that he wanted their boss and not them. Well, the poor brothers had no idea that their boss, whom they were protecting her identity, had sold them and was the same woman standing behind the CEO as his secretary.Speaking of Mr. White, he invited her to fill in for his secretary on two occasions that week…lunch meetings.Brant was nervous about it all, mostly because he thought she might stab his father or poison the old man before Brant got the cha
"Brantley?" She yelled and stared at him in horror."Sleepy head," he flashed her his signature nerve-wracking smile.She punched his nose. He stumbled off the bed like a log of wood and landed on the carpeted floor."Ouch!" He yelled like a kid.She giggled."I think you broke my nose." He complained, using his finger to poke his nose in different spots to make sure he still had a full functioning nose.She offered him a hand. He grabbed it. She pulled him up back in bed."What are you doing in my bed?" She asked."Good afternoon and Happy Sunday to you too." He replied instead.She rolled her eyes."Just answer my question, intruder." She playfully snapped."I missed you, isn't that reason enough?" He traced his fingertips on her soft cheeks.Those butterflies in her tummy wanted to fly out free again, she held them back."Are you blushing?" He asked, without filtering his words.She blushed even harder, "Leave!" She struggled to push him away, while turning her face to conceal her