William Henry Blakes
I 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 let my eyes scan the items. My eyes went straight to the food wrapped in foil. I was sure that it was the one Emily had offered me earlier.
I had not been hungry when she offered me the meal. Noris had been away for a while, and I'd gotten used to eating out before coming home because the nannies always took care of Suzzie.
Emily though.
There was something about her that was fascinating. Usually, I was always skeptical about the nannies and kept a watchful eye on them but something told me that she was different. If anything, the number of calls she had raided me with while I was at the board meeting earlier was enough to show her care. And the fact that she even invited me to dinner earlier.
Too bad I always ate out.
I grabbed the plate of the leftover meal and dished a portion of the cold meal into a plate. Next, I turned on the microwave and put the plate in it. Then, I waited.
Waking up at times like this always left me hungry. Usually, I settled for a mug of chocolate or whatever but I didn't even know what I was doing microwaving the leftover meal. Once it was set, I settled down on the stool and started eating.
A bite was enough to drive me into gobbling up the meal. The meal was so deliciously tasty that it left me wondering. It didn't take me time before I finished eating and did the dishes. I wiped my hands clean and walked out of the kitchen. The lights turned off automatically when I walked out.
I made my way into my room, passing by Suzie's room. I hadn't seen her yet. Hopefully, I will get to see her tomorrow before I leave for Vegas. I should probably tell Emily that I was leaving for Las Vegas the following morning but I shrugged off the thought and walked into my room.
I grabbed my laptop and settled down on my bed. Once I started working, I let my mind wander at the thought of having Liam Roosevelt arrive there before me.
As much as I enjoyed the challenge from Roosevelt, I thought it was enough already. This had been fun and I didn't want it anymore. They were a rival company and business that loved to get in my way.
All the damn time.
I grabbed my phone and typed a quick text to Reece, having him prepare my jet for the trip I was going to embark on in the next two hours.
I worked for a few more hours before I shut the laptop and climbed out of bed to prepare.
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About thirty minutes later, I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the blue plaid tie I had tucked into my suit. As soon as I was satisfied with how I looked, I grabbed my briefcase and walked out of my room. I walked down the corridor, and out to the stairs until I was out of the house.
Crew already got the car ready for me. He was one of my bodyguards. He was a very diligent worker, always protecting me when we detected trouble. And trust me, wherever I go, there is always trouble. And even as I climbed into the car, I wondered how much blood would spill that morning.
“Reece is waiting at the airport, ” Crew informed me as he started the car.
“I'm aware.” I nodded and took out my phone to continue working. Many called me a workaholic but the rules were simple. My father was wealthy but even he didn't attain this level of wealth and power at my age. I simply didn't rely on my father's wealth. That was all there was to it.
Thinking of my father, my phone started to ring and I answered it once I saw that it was him on the phone.
“Dad?” I called as I rested my back properly on the couch. There was a noise in the background. It was probably one of the many women he went around with. I tried not to frown as I placed the phone tightly to my ear.
“William, are you on your way to the airport now?” he asked and I couldn't resist frowning. My father didn't keep tabs on me. It was the other way around instead.
“Yes, is there a problem?” I asked.
“Other than Liam already on the plane to Vegas, nothing else.” My father told me and I cussed.
Shit!
“Okay, Dad. It's time for a little ride. I will talk to you later.” I didn't wait for him to say anything before I ended the call. “Crew?” I called out to him.
“On it, ” he replied before hitting the buttons and soon, we were at full speed on the road. I placed a call to Reece and he picked up on the first ring.
“Reece, find a way to delay Liam at the airport or wherever,” I told him.
“On it, boss.” He confirmed before the line went dead.
Well, let the game begin.
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
William Henry Blakes I walked back into the room, tugging off my tux and placing it on the couch. It was dark outside, and Suzanne was sleeping. Her back looked better than it was earlier. Emily was seated on a chair, her eyes closed. Sleeping too. Or that was what I thought until I heard her voice. “Where did you go, William?”Now, she was starting to piss me off. What right did she think she had to ask me such questions? It was improper of an employee. “Out.“ I poured a glass of water for myself and sat on the couch. I was waiting for her to slowly crawl into my set trap. “To do what?“ “To take care of the situation.” I took a sip from the glass, my gaze burning as I watched her. “What did you do to her?” I think she shivered a bit at the thought. Or it was just the cold. “I took care of it. You're in no position to ask me the details, really,” I bit out. She kept quiet for a moment, and I was thankful for the silence. Before she spoke again. “How long?” She sat up, quietly
Emily Tamara Jacobs. I pushed the door open aggressively and got down from the car, a scowl permanently making its way to my face as I slammed the door shut in anger. I was upset. Scratch that, I was boiling. As I stormed towards the front door, I heard the door of the car open and close. And then hurrying footsteps behind. “Emily!“ Crew called out. “What's wrong?“ He asked the same question he had been asking ever since I stormed out of the hospital room and told him to take me home. I was grateful it wasn't Sal that was pressuring me. Not home. William Blakes’ mansion. I scoffed at the mere thought of his name. God, I hated him! With a burning passion. “Emily. What's wrong? Why the sudden rush home?“ Crew asked again, falling in step with me as I continued my journey into the house. “This is not my home,” I muttered, pushing the door of the mansion open and storming towards the stairs. Crew jumped in front of me, holding his hands up as he moved back slowly. “Woah, calm do
Emily Tamara Jacobs Getting back to the living room, I sat on a couch and took my phone out of my joggers. As I dialed Sel's number, Crew spoke at last. “But it's almost eleven pm. You can go tomorrow.” I knew he would do anything to stop me from going home but I wasn't staying here. I was done, nothing was changing my mind. “Thanks for the concern, Crew, but no. I'd rather not spend another night in this house,” I answered and then pressed my phone to my ear. Sel's sleepy voice filled my ears. “Em?” “Hey, Sel. Sorry to be a disturbance right now but can you come pick me up?” There was shuffling and then her voice came through. “Pick you up?“ She asked. “Where? Why?” I pressed my lips tightly. “Because I just quit my job and I'd like to come home now, please-” “You quit your job?”Her voice sounded strained. “I thought I told you not to do that?“ “Please, Sel. Just come pick me up and I promise to explain everything to you.“ I sighed. “Fine.““Great. I'll text you the add