Val pulled Khanu closer to kiss him equally deeply as she did to Chanu. She wanted him to feel how much her heart cherishes him as well as his twin brother. And Khanu did not resist. He kissed her with so much yearning and adoration, knowing his love is requited. Their love is being returned with tantamount feelings from her. It made them love her more. It made him love her more. Adore her more than ever. She has been on the most prominent pedestal in his heart ever since he realized he loved her. Now that pedestal became even more profound. Unshakable. Undeniable. And the most amazing part is, he and his twin brother no longer had to conceal their feelings and use friendships as a facade.Khanu hopes for everything happening right now to stay this way forever.Between the twins, Khanu is the more emotional one. He is the one more understanding and sensitive. Chanu is not the opposite of his character, but Khanu is more intense when it involves emotiona
“Whiskey, please?” A tired voice suddenly spoke next to Scarlett. She was seated on a stool at the bar where she would love to drown her sorrowful self. She was not even in a dress. She wasn’t here to get laid. She was here to get drunk and choose to have a headache the next day than heartache.“Had a long day, too?” She casually smiled. She was not even looking at the person next to her. She really hoped she had the luxury to have friends and drag them here when she misses them.“The longest day I have ever had, I guess.” The guy chuckled as he received his glass of whiskey. Also not looking at the lady next to him.Many people say it is challenging to be different. It is hard to fit in. It is hard when you don’t know which category to put yourself in. The team nerdy or team bully. Nerdy because you are a person with an IQ level of 147. Bully because of being befriended by bullies. But th
“Dandelion… right?” the man asked after a while, still looking at his glass.Scarlett was a bit startled, but she did not make it obvious. She acted so naturally as she answered.“I don’t know, is it?” she weakly answered. She is really not in the mood for anything right now. Not even work.The stranger noticed she was not very entertaining or welcoming, but her response did not totally express rejection, so he continued to ask what he wanted to know her answer would be.“What would it cost me if I ask for your help?” the stranger asked.Scarlett can sense the severity of his words as if he would do anything for her to agree to make a deal with him. She gave it a thought. Right now, she doesn’t want anything other than an honest company. To blatantly say it, she wants to have a friend. A real friend. She might even do anything for what she wants and needs right
They both had a few shots, and maybe more so driving would never be a wise idea. Scarlett led the way as she suggested they were going to her place. She was thinking about taking a cab and change rides a few times to lose whoever might be following them along the way. She was sure those men at the bar wouldn't stay idle for a very long time. She needs to get rid of them or lose them so she can focus on her special client. Special because she is not going to make a deal like she usually does.Voltaire was obediently walking along with her. Not a word of protest or suggestion. He was passively following her every lead. Not even sure where she was taking him, but it did not bother him. He needed her help. Agreeing to his request to find another place to talk about the details of his matter was already a positive sign for him to rejoice that his deal would push through.But before they could get into the taxi station, a few men blocked their way. Scar
VoltaireI did not expect the rumors about her to be true. She is not someone to mess with. But I can also feel a soft part of her. Or should I say she is not as I anticipated as how she would have reacted after what happened to her with the five men in the alley earlier today? She was supposed to rejoice knowing she handled and defeated the five gangsters, but she looked so depressed at the bar. She was looking weak, and maybe that was one of the reasons the thugs dared to provoke her on our way out of the bar. She was the woman, and as much as possible, I wanted to shield her from harm because I wanted her for myself.I am a hitman hired to bring Dandelion down. I had to create a way to approach her, so I pretended I needed her help. I know it won’t be easy to do the task in a flash, so I have to dig my way deeper into her life.I plan to ask her as my pretend fiancée to be presented to my father.
I have heard she is not to be underestimated. And I saw it with my own eyes. She is young. Or at least a few years younger than I am. But her techniques are not of someone with poor knowledge defending herself and making her offenders regret provoking her. I am sure she had a good drink. She almost finished a bottle of bourbon at the bar. But she can still fight without even the slightest difficulty. She is amazing! I admit. She is as the rumors say she is. Ruthless. A woman without mercy towards her enemy. I can tell she is not an awful person based on how she considered my request despite the clear and irrefutable fact that we are total strangers. She is not even aware I am after her life. Or is she?How am I going to win against her? I am confident with my combat skills. But as a soldier, I also have principles of my own, even on my hit gigs. I am willing to take a person down when the target is considered a destructive disease in society. Abusers. Molesters. Drug de
ScarlettI was relieved to have wrapped things up so swiftly. But no one can be sure if that was all there is of them. Staying in a place which I cannot be sure of my safety, considering I am not alone, would be stupidly reckless.I suggested we go somewhere nearby. I have a club operating not so far from the area. I will be able to handle the situation better if I am on my own ground. It would be easier to see if someone was really tailing me and lost them. It is always better to walk away from a fight when I can. No one knows when bad luck would swing by or when good luck would run out for me in the middle of a fight. I always apply the rule of never testing my limits that would prove nothing but idiocy. One wrong move and I will lose everything. Wisdom is the best weapon anyone can carry around. Of course, I won’t run when the plate is already being served. To finish it once and for all would also be wise, but if I have the ch
“Harder…” Scarlett moaned. “Ahhh, good…”Three naked men in their early and mid-twenties were serving her a sensual massage. One was on her feet, one her upper back, while another was on her mid-back while in her birth suit.“Right there, yes, yes, ahhhh….”Her sensuous moaning and sounding so explicit directions made the man watching in the other room, Voltaire, feel uncomfortably aroused.He wondered why he was ushered here in this room as soon as he entered the club. He just thought maybe Dandelion still needed booze coming here. He was not able to check thoroughly what kind of club is this. And he wasn’t able to look around as a man who introduced himself as the manager welcomed him and courteously asked to follow him—leading Voltaire to a private room. He was asked to sit facing the curtained wall. He looked around, the room was dimly lit, and all he could se