Our motorcycle was crashing into the wind, going fast on its wheels. I loved how it felt on my hair and my face. I rested my head on Hunter's back. I wasn't able to hear his heartbeat because of the helmet I had on. We were riding through the mountain and I enjoyed the view of the sea.
"Are we allowed to go this fast?" I asked in a yelling voice.
"You call this fast?" He asked out loud.
"No! Don't do anything crazy, please." I begged wrapping my hands around his torso.
"Don't worry, I won't scare you just for the fun of it." He reassured me and I nodded. When we go to a busy mall.
"I have to get something. Don't go anywhere." He said, taking off his helmet.
"No way, I'm coming with you, dude." I insisted and removed my helmet too. We went into the mall together and Hunter was walking faster than I was. We got to an art gallery in a section of the mall and I was more than excited to see some of his paintings arranged all over the place. They had his signature. These paintings were more decent and friendlier than the ones I came upon in the painting room at the club.
He grabbed a piece and passed it to me. It was a painting of a house but coated with different colors and sketches.
"What are you doing with this one?" I asked raising the piece to get a better view of the work.
"A friend of mine wants it. It's the only remaining piece so be careful with it." He informed me.
"The only piece? Don't you have a way to duplicate it so even if this one gets damaged, you can replace it with the duplicate?" I inquired.
"That's smart but I don't want to do that." He smiled before grabbing another one. "These two are going with me, ma'am. Please, package them. I'll be here waiting." He told the middle-aged woman who was the manager of the store.
"Yes, Mr. Hunter." She replied smiling so lovingly. We sat on the sofa waiting for her to be done. In the meantime, I wanted to ask Hunter a lot of questions.
"So, your first question, Mr. Hunter. It's about your ex-girlfriend. I heard so much about her. But I'd rather go with your own side of the story. Did she really disappear without letting you know?" I asked holding up my jaw.
"That's not entirely true. I was heartbroken when she got pregnant for someone else but I still wanted the best for her. So, when her baby daddy, that idiot got into trouble with a secret mafia organization, I had to save his ass by smuggling them out of the country in the safest way possible. Unless he would have been dead and they'll probably sell his organs because those guys never forgive people who steal from them. I got them out of the country without anyone knowing and now, I even have photos of their little girl." He narrated.
"Aww, how sweet. Let me see..." I asked stretching my hand toward him. He got out his phone and scrolled through the screen.
"I can't believe you're sneakily asking me for evidence. How clever, Sheldon. I know you don't trust me. It's written all over your face." He faked a pout.
"Why should I trust someone like you? Give me one good reason. All you've ever done is confuse the hell out of me." I laughed while taking the phone from him. I saw adorable photos of a girl that looked almost three years old. She was so beautiful and looked really happy.
"That's enough staring, it's not like she's my kid." He blurted taking his phone from my grip. "Remember, you can't tell anyone what I just told you. Although I haven't yet cleared my name in the eyes of gossipers, I still want to protect that kid and her parents. No other person should know they're still breathing. Promise?"
I interlocked my pinky with his. "Promise."
"Good, story time's over. It's interesting to know you've been asking about my past. Do you care to share who gave you this information?" He asked showing off a boyish grin. I rolled my eyes and looked away.
"You're the one answering the questions today, handsome. All you gotta do is dig up your honest response and deliver it to me without hesitation." I replied.
"Great, I love it when you act stubborn. It's amusing to behold." He sighed and checked his wristwatch. "I wonder what is taking her so long. It's not like she's wrapping up the entire mall." He grumbled afterward.
"And I wonder why you're so impatient. Besides, I have another important question to ask you."
"Let me guess, you want me to tell you the girl I went to prom with?" He teased.
I chortled. "That's the most ridiculous question ever. I never wanna know that detail. My question is about the politician's daughter someone told me about. What really happened to her? Did you know the people that killed her?"
I was waiting for his quick response. Just like how he answered about his ex-girlfriend. But his lips remained sealed and his eyes transitioned to a gloomy shade of red. His eyeballs got wet. I thought maybe it was because he hasn't blinked in a long time. He walked away. Moving toward the direction the manager went. He stepped out minutes later with the paintings in his hands.
"I got them. Let's go." His voice hitched and he went past me in a hurry. I immediately caught up with him and took one of the packaged paintings from him.
"I'm sorry if that question triggered something upsetting. You... You really don't have to answer it. I perfectly understand how you feel right now." I uttered, hoping I would make him feel better.
"Thanks for understanding, princess." He cooed and brushed the strands of my hair aside, tucking them behind my ear. After the emotional pause, we hopped on the motorcycle and left for our next destination.
His mood has been wrecked. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him about a dead person. I just didn't know how emotionally attached he was to the event. That it would make him speechless. He must have loved her a lot to lose her in such a manner.
We arrived at an office some minutes later and we went through the elevator to his 'friends' office.
On reaching the floor where the office was, we were asked to wait since he was in a brief meeting. I imagined myself working for Denzel in his office. I'll ask everyone to go away that he is in a 'brief' meeting and then, I'll run back to him for us to have the time of our lives. No one would fire us because he was the boss.
Speaking of the boss. I turned to Hunter who has been quiet since we got in. I imagined she was thinking about the politician's daughter I mentioned. I also don't know if he had been able to open up to someone about what really happened.
"Hunter, I need to ask you about Lena. I've only met her a few times but you have known her since she married Rehan. How would you thoroughly define her character?" I asked closely watching his face.
"Lena? Oh, she's very secretive and puts on a facade even when she isn't feeling too well. I find her rather too quiet and reserved. Prim and proper to be exact. She was born into money so she definitely gives less care for the rest of us."
"Who do you think she's closer to? Mr. Morgan or Mrs. Raven?"
"Mr. Morgan worships the ground she works on. He respects her like she was the angel of our family. But as for Mrs. Raven, they hardly ever talk. Mrs. Raven hardly ever talks to anyone. But if you ask me, I'll say she's closer to Morgan." He answered shrugging his shoulders.
I was taking down notes in my mind. Morgan only wants to use her for the money, I hoped she knew that.
"Do you think Rehan is capable of hitting Lena?" I asked the biggest question that isn't so pleasant to the ear.
"Well—"
"He's available now. You can come in and meet him." The secretary interrupted with a heartwarming smile that took all the tension in my bones away.
"Be right there." Hunter interpolated before turning to me, eyeball to eyeball. "The last person in this world to hit Lena is Rehan."
He got up and started heading in. As if I had just come out of a trance, I stood up and followed him. We were led to the spacious office where from the many cameras installed, I wouldn't even dream of picking my nose in this environment. I didn't see the man's face until I got close enough to his desk. He was plum and fleshy. The man became instantly familiar. And I sat down nervously when he offered us a seat. From the flickering of his eyes, I instantly realized that he recognized me as well. He was one of my clients but only on rare occasions. It was as if my nemesis was catching up with me. I might get caught anytime soon.
"I see you decided to come with your beautiful friend." The man chuckled nervously with Hunter.
"Eyes of her. She's taken." Hunter warned and he kept the paintings on the desk. I noticed an envelope he slipped under the painting from his pocket. He pushed it toward the man on the desk. "The full package you requested for. It was cute doing business with you and your overbearing wife." Hunter said in a rather dark tone.
I sat there wondering what was going on. I thought we were only here to deliver paintings.
I didn't a secret delivery was going on too.
"Thank you, Hunter. You just saved my life."
They shook hands while I remained puzzled. After the visit, we went out together. In the elevator, I couldn't stop myself from inquiring what was going on.
"Did you give him drugs?" I asked, wide-eyed.
He chuckled and shook his head. "His wife leaked her nudes by accident. I had to help her fix the damages at a price. Now, she has no nude pics and videos on the loose. Aren't you impressed by what I can do?"
"You're full of question marks, Hunter. I'm not sure if I can finish asking everything today." I bit my lower lip in frustration.
"Relax, Sheldon. I'll always be here to answer your curiosity about me. You've got nothing to worry about. I can even pause the elevator right now, and we can have all our conversations right here."
"Right here?" I shrieked. There were dozens of cameras watching just in case, we get carried away by each other's lust.
"Right here, princess. But I have to be at the tattoo shop right now. I have an appointment and you're coming with me."
I gulped as the elevator doors parted.
We got to the tattoo shop in a blink of time because Hunter was riding fast on his motorcycle. The wall in the tattoo shop was covered with artistic drawings and posters of all kinds of tattoos. A couple of guys were around but Denzel claimed he was VIP. We went into a room where a tattoo artist was. He was only waiting for Hunter. Then, the artist pointed to a bag on the desk."Help yourself out. We got it ordered just for you." The artist stated pointing. I nervously got hold of the bag and feasted my eyes on the different Chinese dishes which was ordered from my favorite restaurant."You want some?" I asked Hunter and he nodded eagerly."I'm starving baby. All the walking about was wearing me out." He replied coming close to taking one of the food boxes. As we sat together to eat before he gets tatted, I brought up a conversation."Are you and Denzel having a beef? You two don't seem close." I pointed out."He's like a kid brother to me. Who told you that?" He teased."Kid brother
He dug his tongue further and licked me off like I was a piece of fruit. I didn't know how he made his tongue dive so deep into my clitoris and move at the same time. He was fumbling my flesh on all sides. I moaned softly and widened my legs for him to get more access. My hands fisted on the bedsheets. He was licking quickly which sent me over the edge but his sucking was attentively slow. I grabbed a bunch of his hair to hold him close and in."Denzel! I'm gonna...I feel it so close!" I cried out with literal tears gathering around my eyes. He doesn't do anything about my sudden outpour but kept eating me out like nothing was happening."Harder, Denzel. Deeper..." I cried holding onto his head. "Please..."He withdrew from my pussy and lay next to me. "Sit on my face, Sheldon."I didn't hesitate and did as he said. I writhed when I sunk into his mouth and his tongue started thrusting faster than before. I had no clue if I should whimper, scream or moan. The pressure building up was a
"I'll stab those eyes with a fork if you don't take them off my fiancee. She's with me so how about you look for someone else to borrow?" Denzel angrily declined Hunter's request. I didn't say anything when his eyes narrowed at me. Why should I say anything? I wasn't able to pick sides. My side was obviously Denzel. He was the one dating me. I couldn't let him down just because of his sensitive eyes from Hunter.Besides, since these few days we haven't been seeing each other, I had some breath of fresh air. A lot more time to think about myself and not other people's problems. Lena's scars had been bothering me and I keep trying to figure out what was going on despite how much she didn't want to talk about it or even act like I was saying what was right."You need to calm down, Denzel. I just had some important things to talk about. She has to hear my side of what happened years ago." Hunter continued to press on."That's a dumb excuse. What if she wasn't able to make it to the party?
Denzel's hand felt cold in my palm, unlike mine which was warm. I applied a lotion which caused my skin to sweat. We went into the party hall. I felt an itch on my back and I tried to reach it. That one move caused a vase on a structure to fall and shatter on the floor. We both froze checking if anyone noticed but they were too enticed by whatever was going on on stage. The gentle music drowned the sound of shattered clay."I'm so sorry, Denzel." I shrieked, fearing for my life. He was already upset with me and then he sees me ruin something that belonged to his parents. I am damn clumsy."It's okay, my mom won't even know it's gone." He replied smiling charmingly that I did not feel so safe with him. He is hiding whatever outburst that would have unleashed at the garden."Let me clean it up." I offered, bending but he stopped me immediately."Leave it, Sheldon. It was just an accident." He protested."I'm sorry about Hunter. Something else happened and we—""That's enough. Let's just
I felt him pull me away from the wall. He turned off the shower with his free hand and carried me over to the sink. I got on my feet and he gently turned me over it. My ear was beating fast. I thought we were done. What else was going on in that crazy mind of his?"Denzel, I really should get going to my room." My body was in a frenzy when he started rubbing the tip of his cock over the opening of my pussy hole."We can stay together tonight. You don't have to go downstairs anymore." He answered beating my opening with his cap. My pussy was getting aroused and my nipples hardened beneath my shirt. I decided to take it off since it was wet from the moments we had under the shower. He kept repeating the same teasing in my pussy entrance and I realized it was getting it ready for another one. And my body, which I thought was weary got active again. He made me bend over the counter and I exposed my bud to him. It was left bare for him to do anything with. I was nervous and dropped his han
The next day, I went to the clinic with a lurch in my stomach. I got birth control pills and took the dose the nurse gave me. I didn't bother to discuss it with Denzel because of the big issue right in front of us — discussing having a kid together is unlikely unnecessary at this point. This wasn't an agreement that welcomed building a family together. I couldn't risk it. The court day eventually came and Denzel and I went to meet the lawyers. I didn't know how to face Lena. She has been hiding since the event and I heard she got top security surrounding her house so the paparazzi doesn't invade her privacy. Her father is also controlling the preying eyes of the public who wants to know if he is aware of Lena's scars. I messed up big time, I ruined the peace in the family with my meddling and concern. Entering the meeting room, my gaze first caught Lena's. Her eyes glimpsed at me before she looked away almost immediately. Her focus was now transfixed on the floor. She was sitting a
Out of all the moments for Denzel to go on the vacation he had been planning for, it had to be the moment I got dragged into a legal battle. Lena was getting ready to sue me and all I had to think about was the right color of bathing suit that would match my polished nails as I took a swim at the large pool behind the house. I was insane. But I'd blame Denzel who prepared all this. We were in his aunt's house. Another paradise on its own. Funny enough, his aunt wasn't related to the family. She was his high school teacher who he grew fond of. The way his eyes glowed whenever she wanted to have a conversation with him, confirmed how much he valued her. The teacher had retired and had her ten-year-old granddaughter running around the house whenever she visited. This side of the world was peaceful. I saw life in its purest form every morning I woke up from my bedroom. I saw a lot of smiles, received a lot of care, and of course, the amazing French accent I heard all around me. I didn'
We were on our way. Taking an early flight to Tokyo. Hunter had it all figured out since he knew where the woman was staying. A three-star hotel in a rural area. Likely, she was laying low after what she did. The puzzle was a tough one to fix but there was no backing down. We reached the hotel, it looked old and low maintenance. Hunter was able to get through the poor reception and didn't mind sharing the details of their guests. We headed up to the third floor and I was relieved the elevator worked perfectly fine. On getting to her room, I grabbed Hunter's arm. His jaw went slack."Any problem? You can't do this?" He asked."What do you mean? Are you expecting me to screw up the mission? I only wanted to remind you that she's a female. You can't just enter her bedroom." I thundered. The corner of his mouth turned up. "Trust me, that won't be a problem. As long as it's the both of us, she'll be fine, alright?" "No, let me go in first." I insisted, walking ahead of him. I reached t