"Hrmph…" he gasped for air and managed to pry her hand away from his tie, clutching his hurting neck in pain as he looked up at her. "What the fuck are you saying?" He asked. "What I am saying is that you belong to me now, and everything I ask you to do, you will have to do it without complaining." She said while extending her hand to Dave, who handed her a file. "Firstly, you will have to quit your job; you will only work for me, and I will decide the amount I am going to pay you for your service at the end of every month…or I might not even pay you…" she said, maintaining eye contact with him. "What sort of nonsense are you going on about?" He asked bluntly, letting go of his neck. "I'm not joking, boy. I legally own you now, and believe it or not, I have proof." She said and placed the file on top of his clothes on the ironing desk. She flipped the file open and went to the place where she wrote about owning any of Melody’s siblings if she breached the contract. "Here! This clause
"Um… Queen, don’t you think you are getting too close to me." Jake said gritting his teeth feeling uncomfortable. "Stay still… Jake, don’t act as if we haven’t had sex before." She said coldly and grabbed his right shoulder, holding him in place, while he lowered his head, bending his back in fear of her. She slowly moved her hand to his right eye, trying to poke it in. "Y-you are invading my privacy, queen." He complained, swallowing his saliva. "Stop moving your eyes, I wanna see if you are wearing contact lenses or not." She said as her hand rested on his eyes, making him shake in fear, she was about to press her sharp finger into his eyes when he started coughing, making her move away from him. "I... didn't know you would suspect me after all we have been through together, I thought we were a family, and I thought you trusted me," Jake said in a hurtful tone. "I trusted you, Jake, until you started acting weird and suspecting Chris when you should be on our side; Chris is like a
"How does he know that?" Ashley questioned. "I may have told him some of the symptoms your father is experiencing to help him figure out what’s wrong with him. He says, your father has a limited time to live until he dies." Chris said. His words sent shivers down Ashley's spine, and she nearly fell. Jake rushed over and held her in his arms before she could fall. "What’s wrong, Queen? Is everything okay?" he asked, looking at her face. "Everything is fine; your time is up." The female cop replied, glancing at them with a fake smile on her face. Ashley caught her breath and freed herself from Jake’s grip, walking away from the cell with the cop. "I hope she finds a way to save her father," Chris murmured to himself. "What do we do now that we have been kicked out of the station?" Jake asked Ashley as they were both standing in the parking lot, Ashley was lost in thoughts and also pacing. "What do you want me to do, Jake?!? Do you have a better idea!!" She snapped at him she had lost
***Xander*** I found myself sitting at a table opposite my boss in the quiet area of the club. He was staring directly at my face, making me nervous, but he wasn’t saying anything. I wondered if he called me here just to look at me or if he had something to give me. I rested my hand on the table, glancing at him. He cleared his throat and finally spoke up. "…Xander, I said I wanted to talk to you." He said. "Yes, what do you want to say? Say it, don’t hesitate." I replied. He pursed his lips and looked at me with pitiful eyes as if the word he had to say would shatter me. "I am sorry to tell you... uh, I promise you this is out of my power; I am helpless, I can’t do anything about it, even if I like you, I can’t do anything to stop this from happening; I’m on the verge of losing my job, please understand…" I cut in. "I don’t quite get you, could you stop speaking in riddles and cut to the chase?" I questioned. He stroked his beard firmly before answering. "You are fired, Mr Carter.
*****Ashley***** I strolled into one of the famous strip clubs owned by my father with Jake. I was told Noah was there, doing shady businesses and getting down with some naughty chicks. My phone beeped in my bag. I pulled out the phone from my bag and signalled Jake to go look for Noah while I read the text I had gotten from Dave. It read: The job is done. I smiled at the text and shoved my phone back into my bag. I had released a huge sum of money to bribe some corrupt government officials so they would get Xander fired, so he would have no option but to come to me. The time I gave him was up, it was one hour until midnight. I would be waiting for his call. I smirked to myself as I heard Jake calling me. "My queen, I found him!" He yelled. I looked around and found him standing behind Noah, who was pouring alcohol on the butt of a stripper that was shaking her big ass as if her life depended on it. The splash of the alcohol was touching Noah’s clothes, but he didn’t care; he just ke
He smirked and pulled me closer to him in the blink of an eye with his hand wrapped around my waist. I could feel his stinky breath on my face as he moved his face closer to mine with his eyes resting on my lips. "That kiss wasn’t enough to convince me…it wasn’t deep enough." He said in hushed tones. "Why don’t we take our relationship to the next level? Spend the night in my arms, and I will believe you," he said. Hearing his nasty thoughts was making my blood boil. Even if he were the last man on earth, I would never have sex with him. "What’s wrong? Don’t you want to be with me anymore?" He asked trying to kiss me, I tried to hide my disgust, flinching at his gestures as he attempted to kiss me, and closed my eyes tightly, expecting another uncomfortable kiss from him when he let me go. "Ashley baby, you may have underestimated me, just because I am drunk doesn’t mean I am dumb." He said stroking his hair backwards. "It doesn’t mean I will fall for your tricks; you have hated me f
I walked over to the crime tape and he started escorting me into the crime scene. All eyes were on us as we were walking in the middle of the road. My damaged car, where the doctor was murdered, was still there with its door wide open and dried blood all over the floor close to it. I slowly went to the car and snooped inside; the seat of the car had a hole made by a bullet, as did the front glass. "Be careful not to touch anything, the doctors said, the doctor died due to the bullet." The cop said I exhaled and placed my hands on my hips, glancing at the road. There were a few surrounding cars, including one that was parked on the other side of the road, facing my car. "Were there any eyewitnesses?" I inquired. "No, Ms Gates," he responded flatly. "That's impossible; my bodyguard told me the road was busy when he was driving the car, which meant there were a lot of people around when it happened," I said. "Yeah, there are, but... the people are refusing to speak, they are acting lik
AUTHOR’S POV "What! Who told him to do that?!?" Ashley asked, her lips trembling. "I have no idea... but I think he has given up on living." The butler replied in a sad tone. "T-Tell him not to think about death, tell him I will not let him die, I will try my best to cure him," Ashley said with her voice hoarse. Tears shone in her eyes, threatening to fall out, but she blinked them back, trying her best to stay strong. "Just take care of him, okay." She said in a low tone. "I will try my best." He assured her before she hung up on him. She dropped the phone, rubbing her forehead with her thumb. "My dad will be okay; I will save him," she muttered to herself, using it to calm herself down. She opened the bottom drawer on the nightstand and took out a rifle before shutting it. She turned off the light in the room, making the room extremely dark because the moonlight couldn’t get in through her thick curtains. She lay on the bed, using the duvet to cover herself, as she placed the rif