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"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
"I would not be responsible for what comes next." He threatened.She wanted to tease him again but decided against it.He poured a generous amount of bathing gel on his hand and gently applied it on her back. His strong palms grazed the contours of her back diligently with minimum pressure.She relaxed back and tilted her head back."And here I thought that you could do it by yourself." Brantley teased. His hands caressed the crook of her shoulders gently, making way to her chest and back simultaneously.Her hair was pushed to the side, she quickly spun her head to stare at him, distributing her hair evenly on both sides of her shoulders."What did you just say?" She asked."What did you hear?" He asked back.She smiled, "Looks like you have been the one bathing me for the past twenty seven years, huh?" She asked sarcastically.He chuckled and nodded.He leaned down and stole a kiss before she could turn her face. Her whole body was soapy, oh and naked too. It took all rationality le
"This is not a toy." She said, taking off the bullets and partially dismantling the gun. Just in case his itchy hands decided to touch the pistol again.She did not ask him how the hell he got hold of it, at least, he did not put the bullet in his body."Don't bother, I'll cover it up with a tarpaulin, just in case it rains at night." She explained calmly when she noticed his eyes drifting from her to her ventilated roof."Thank you." He finally opened his mouth. His words came out in a whisper. He looked cute."You should be happy that, that was not your head." She secured the weapon in her bedside cupboard, she could not keep it far away too. It was meant for defense."No, thank you for not returning with a knife, or another gun." That fright was gone, only for it to be replaced by a mischievous grin on his face."Well, you had your eyes open, so…" she decided to play along.They laughed it off.She got into the sheets and laid by his side.She could not get the idea of the missing
"She broke her two limbs, she's in surgery. The doctor said she'll be fine,but would probably need to continue using a wheelchair even after the six months healing period." Mrs White explained."Hey Fabiola, I love your hair." One of the twins whispered to Fabiola. The girls were actually warm, she did like them, but unfortunately, she could not get close to them. Their father still is her enemy."Thank you, you've got great hair too." She replied the teen."Yeah, but I don't have curls, my own hair is straight and won't curl no matter how hard I try." The girl complained.Well, she and Mila were almost the same height. Mila leaned down slightly, "Some things, you can not change. You just have to accept it as it is because that is what makes you beautiful. I stopped trying to get my hair straight when I discovered that, me, in straight hair, is a completely different person. Your straight hair is what makes you beautiful, ok?" Mila went in full time big sis mode."Do you think I am
There were a bunch of things occupying Fabiola's mind that night.There was still the mystery of the missing files, she would talk about it with Dominique tomorrow, now there was this woman. It could be any family and she, Mila, just happened to coincidentally resemble her niece, but one thing was certain, her parents had a lot of secrets before they passed away.Pops too had his Secrets and had answers to a lot of Mila's questions, but he would not say.It has been almost five years since she paid an undercover visit to either of her grandparents, she might as well do that anytime soon.She decided not to show up around any of her family members because of an incident in the mall, her maternal grandmother recognized her.The old woman still babbles up to today about meeting Mila, but everyone thinks she's old and crazy.Good thing, they live in different towns.Freya did comment on Fabiola's spacing out that night, but Fabiola brushed it off under the pretext of being tired. With eve