Emily Tamara Jacobs
The car pulled to a stop in front of the tall-looking building. Ever since we entered this part of town, away from the bustling city, I had been on alert. I meant, what if he was taking me to a murder spot to be murdered?
What would I tell Sel and her kids?
Thinking of Sel, I had yet to call her ever since that time. I should have texted her before we left the company. Looking around me now, I didn't think that there was time for that.
The door to my side got pulled open and I heaved a deep sigh before I stepped out of the car. Crew had gotten the door for me. I gave him a small smile in appreciation which he returned.
I looked around my environment as I helped myself with my box which had been taken from the car's booth. A large mass of tall trees and flowers spread along the line. My brows furrowed as I looked around. How could a child live in a place like this?
For more than twenty minutes that we drove down here, there had been no cars along the road or any building at all. Heck, there had not been a human in sight which made this place extremely secluded. It made the hairs on my body stand at attention.
“Come along, " William ordered before he took the lead, walking ahead. I frowned, feeling uneasy as I guided my feet to lead behind him. He was walking at a pace that made me so uncomfortable. The driveway was large, the building was very large too.
It was a mansion and the style it was designed in made it look like a penthouse but it wasn't. After trying the locks which he told me the passcode to, the door opened and William led me inside. I stepped in too, looking around the whole place.
Soon, we were stepping into the living room and I was left to marvel at the large space. The beautiful interior designs got me gawking again. It was apparent that William got a taste. Mighty taste at that.
“Come on, I will give you a tour of the house.” Before I could say, Jack was already walking ahead of me out of the living room. I glared hard at his back before trailing behind him.
He showed me everywhere in the large house. The study, his office, Suzzie's bedroom, the other bedrooms including his which I had no business with, the kitchen, and virtually just everywhere. Finally, he stopped at my room and pushed the door open for me right after handing me the key.
Too tired to say a word, I walked into the room after thanking him and shut the door. Just like I expected, the room was very large. The marble floorings were just what I needed and the queen-sized bed called out to me.
Every other thing in the room appealed to me, including the large TV screen and mini refrigerator at one end of the room. But what made the room three times better was the fact that it had a door that connected me right with Suzie's room. I loved that it would make things a lot easier for me.
I had just settled into my space properly and even got the chance to chat with Sel and my boss, Yara when a knock came pounding on my door. I hopped out of my bed and stalked toward the door knowing full well that it could only be one person at the door.
“Sir?” I said immediately I pushed the door open. The corner of his lips twisted cynically and I immediately corrected myself under his harsh gaze. “I meant, William.” I mused.
“Come with me to the living room.” He ordered. I nodded and stepped out just about the time he started walking away. Like earlier, I glared at his back as I trailed behind him.
“As you might have guessed, nobody else lives here except for me.” He started once I walked into the living room. I nodded my head at him. I did notice that there was not a single maid in sight.
“I'm a very private man. I hate to tell the world personal things about myself which include where I live. You are expected to do the same.” He pointed out and I nodded, understanding his point.
It wasn't like I invited friends to the house of my clients. It was against the policy. I knew that. Even if it wasn't, I wouldn't do that because it just wasn't me.
“I don't have a live-in maid but I do have housekeepers who come in to clean every morning between the time of ten in the morning till noon. Then, they leave. And there is Noris, my chef.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, Noris isn't available at the moment. Don't worry, she will be available soon, I hope.” He informed me and I nodded, getting the point.
“So, you want me to take over the job of a chef while she is away?” I arched a brow at him as I folded my hands across my chest.
“I do.” He affirmed. “Will that be a problem for you?” He tilted his head to the side and watched me.
I could do that. I could work with all of that. In fact, I loved to do my cooking. I enjoyed having to cook my meal.
“Not at all, ” I smiled.
“Great!” He seemed glad about the news. “Just make sure Suzie eats appropriately and we are good. She will be brought in from school in two hours by Trevor, the second bodyguard. Starting tomorrow, you are expected to join her in the car ride both to and fro.” He informed me and I nodded, taking it all in.
“Noted, William.” I nodded.
He grabbed his coat which had been hanging on his arm. He slipped it on while I watched him. He was going out. He was leaving me in this big house all to myself.
“You are going out?” I asked, eyes widening. He stopped and glanced my way.
“Yes, is there a problem?” He queried. I bit down on my lower lip as I took a step back.
“What am I supposed to do while you are away?” I asked him. He stopped to glance at me again, the corners of his lips tugging upward.
“Figure it out because you will be alone most of the time.” He deadpanned before walking away, leaving me standing there and blinking at myself.
Emily Tamara Jacobs. I looked around. The walls of the room were painted indigo and white. The bedspread of my bed was black, with four purple pillows spread out at the head. I love how warm and cozy the colors are. I eyed the walk-in closet, a part of my mind whispered that now was the right time to get my ass off the bed and arrange my clothes into it, and the other part told me to lay my back on the bed and let the comfort whisk me away to wonderland. I gave in to the other part, laying on the bed, a soft moan escaping my lips as I felt the muscles in my lower back loosen. I stretched out my hand, searching around for my phone and picking it up. I texted Selene, informing her that I was settled in William’s house, before setting up an alarm for myself. I dropped the phone next to my ear and then released a contented sigh as I closed my eyes. I whisked my eyes open moments later. The alarm was so damn loud. Reaching for my phone which I had tossed somewhere earlier, I took it an
Emily Tamara JacobsI held out the book in my hand as I stared down at the little girl. She was lying down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dimmed room. She was still upset, I could tell.“Would you like me to read this one, Suzie?” I held out the storybook I had hand-selected for her. It was a princess book, so I hoped she would love it.She shook her head slightly before turning her head away from me. She angled her body to the other side, looking at the wall. I exhaled not knowing what to do or say again.After she ran out of the kitchen earlier, she stayed holed up in her room. Minutes after, I climbed up the stairs to talk to her but she turned her back against me, looking at the wall. She had been so upset a
William Henry BlakesI let out a sigh as I rubbed my eyes. I turned away from the door and slowly crept away from the place, heading down the stairs. Suzlzie had one of her nightmares again, sending me out of bed.It started a few months back. She was still three when it began. It was the same day her mother left that she started to have those nightmares. A part of me wanted to hate her for leaving but why should I be bothered? They were all the same thing. They acted the same way.I walked down the stairs in the dark, running my hand through my hair. I had gotten sensitive the past few months since the nightmare started. Usually, I would just stand by her door and let her nannies handle it. I never went in because they were always there before me. I didn't think I would be able to handle seeing her that way, crying and tossing about. If I would not go back to searching for her mother.I walked into the kitchen and the lights turned on automatically. I went straight to the fridge and
Emily Tamara Jacobs. My eyes flipped open at the break of dawn when the alarm I had set up wouldn't stop ringing. Turning over to the side of the bed, I clutched my duvet tightly and pressed my head onto the pillow. I had barely gotten enough sleep with having to wake up earlier in the night and staying around for Williams to arrive from work. I huffed and turned on the bed. My hands moved around on their own, trying to find my phone. My hands kept moving around, but it seemed my phone wasn't anywhere near. I opened one eye and winced as the alarm rang again.“Ugh!“ I sat up properly on the bed, a huge frown on my face as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and glared at it, turning off the alarm. It was a little before six a.m. I sighed, dropping my phone on the other end of the bed. I laid back on the bed, closing my eyes and breathing steadily. I was feeling so exhausted and I hated it. It made me feel a little incapable.Alright Em. You can do this! I kept my breathing s
William Henry Blakes. My lips were in a tight line as I ambled down the plane. I checked my wristwatch for the umpteenth time, the scowl on my face deepening. I was still late. I should have gotten ready earlier but Suzie just had to be my undoing. No matter how hard I tried to get here as early as possible. But I trusted Reece to do his job wonderfully and delay the Roosevelt bastard just like I had asked him to. I took out my phone from my pocket, checking my phone to see if I had any calls from my father or Reece. I halted in my tracks, scrunching my face as I scrolled through my phone. I expected a text from Reece. An update on whatever was going on at the airport. But I saw nothing. I tried not to scream or throw my phone away in anger as I locked the screen and continued walking towards the Maybach parked a few feet across, waiting for me. I increased my pace, knowing fully well that every time I wasted brooding was going to bounce back on my business. As I got to the car
Richard Henry BlakesI stormed into my hotel suite, tugging off my tie with one hand and flinging my phone on the bed with the other hand. My frustration boiled over with every step. I just got played. Roosevelt fucking played me. I never missed it, how did this happen? An emotion I hated deeply descended on me like a heavy blanket. Defeat. Failure. It clung to me like a suffocating cloak. I rubbed my face, sighing deeply, before picking up my phone and walking out of the room. I needed something strong to clear my head before I lost my mind and killed someone. Reece to be precise. I wandered down to the hotel bar, praying that a drink could calm me down. It would have no other choice anyway.As I settled into a barstool, I took out my phone from my pocket and checked the screen, hoping to see an apology and a very detailed explanation from Reece. Instead, what I saw was a text and a missed call from Emily, intensifying my irritation. “Just what I needed,” I muttered with annoyan
Emily Tamara Jacobs. I walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my chest and my hair also wrapped in a towel. Today was Sunday, which meant no school for Suzie, no waking up early, and also we'd be cooped up in the house all day since we couldn't go out.I walked into my closet and sat on the chair in front of my vanity. I grabbed body lotion and began to rub it on my skin. When I was done, I got up and walked to where my clothes were hung neatly. I eyed them for a while before grabbing a loose brown cotton sweater and grey joggers. I didn't need to dress up since we weren't going anyway and besides, it was cold.I unwrapped my hair from the towel and ran my hands through it. It was still a little bit wet. I applied hair butter and combed it gently before tying it into a quick, messy bun. Then, I left the closet. I still had to bath Suzie and prepare breakfast for us both. And then help with the bulk of assignments she had. I walked to my nightstand and grabbed the bottle
William Henry Blakes. My blood was boiling as I got down from the car and slammed the door. There were only two things on my mind. My daughter's well-being first, and then torturing the person who hurt my daughter very slowly. And oh, having a serious conversation with Emily. I still didn't understand how someone hurt my daughter during school days, and she's just finding out about it today. It's Sunday for the love of God! My eyes narrowed as I looked around the lobby, hoping to see Crew or Emily waiting for me, but they weren't there. I walked to the receptionist's table. “What room is Suzanne Blakes in?“ “Who are you?“ She asked, her voice professional. She stared at me with eyes that were as cold as ice chips, waiting for an answer. “I'm her Father.“ I glared at her. “Now tell me what room my daughter is in.” She looked like she'd punch me in the skull at my tone. She might be having a bad day, but I was having a bad week. And she shouldn't allow her displeasure to show o