The reporter asked if he was Marcus Rashwell as his lips began mumbling. His eyes fixed on Frank, who had a satisfying smirk on his face.Nera noticed the two men's facial expressions."What's going on? Who is on the phone?" She asked.Marcus was tempted to hang up, but curiosity overpowered him. He got up and excused himself."Yes, this is Marcus Rushell; where did you get this line?" He asked."That does not matter; I have a source who instructed me to call you," she replied.There was silence as he waited for her to explain, but she was quiet."What source is this and what are you talking about?""I was told to call you, and that is my first instruction," she explained. "The source will call me for the next instructions," she added."Are you stupid?" Is this some sort of joke to you?""No, I was told this and promised an exclusive on the biggest scandal in Florida history," she replied. "I did my job; good night, Mr. Rushwell," she said and hung up.Marcus felt a chill down his spi

Nera raised her eyes to meet Frank's, and for unknown reasons, her stupid heart was loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.She was supposed to stop him, but his hands against her lips were so soothing."There you go, now it's all clean," Frank smiled and took a seat.Nera kept staring at him; the last time any man had made her heart skip like that was the time she had her first boyfriend. The time she was in love, a feeling she had long forgotten.However, she had just met Frank and had no idea who he was, so it was stupid of her to think about him in that way. To make it worse he was her husband's nephew.She shook her head and looked away; to her surprise, Frank smiled, making her very uncomfortable."So where did you and Uncle Marcus have your wedding?" He asked, trying to make the odd atmosphere cool. Nera turned, the discomfort evident on her face."It was a court marriage," she replied. "Nothing fancy, just the two of us and a witness," she added and asked if he was se

Frank sat in Marcus's office reading the most stupid contract he had ever read. He looked up at Marcus, who had a stern face on. He looked way old compared to the first time he met him."You are not serious, right?" Frank laughed."That's the only way I will be able to allow you to get on top of my wife," Marcus firmly explained. "You have to agree to never step foot in this country; you have to be blacklisted," he added.Frank looked at the paper again in disbelief."Your family is in Europe, four years ago you moved yourselves there, so I do not see where the problem is coming from," Marcus added."So in Short, you do not want me to ever see Nera again?" Frank laughed."Well, you can see her if she decides to take a vacation in Europe," Marcus replied, knowing he would never allow such to happen. "And I would need you to give me the lawyer's name and a confession refuting everything you said in that video," he ordered.Frank glared at the man; he could not believe the audacity, but

After an hour of thrusting, kissing, and touching, Frank collapsed in Nera's arms. He was all sweaty and breathing heavily. He had missed Nera a lot, and the wait was worth it.He turned, looking at her tired, sweaty body. He did not like that he was taking her body against her will. It was wrong from all angles. He wanted her to fully give herself to him, to scream his name, not to stop, and have a long, full conversation as they regained their strength with the raise of the sun beaming at them, through the window.That was his dream, going inside her after the old man was nothing but a sick feeling now that he had feelings for her. And he could only hope that soon that would change.He kissed her forehead and got up. Any second the drug would wear out and she would open her eyes. And being sober-minded she wouldn't like the scene in front of her.He picked up his towel and went to his room, not forgetting to lock his room in case the old fool went on a rampage. He could only imagine

Nera hit the end of the wall, breathing heavily. She could hear her own heartbeat beating for unknown reasons as he got closer to her. "What…what… are you doing?" The words escaped from her lips. She was sure they were both going to do something they were going to regretFrank looked straight into her eyes, breathing heavily too. He could tell they were both speaking the same language. But it was not the time, he raised his hand and removed a twig from her hair. "You had something in your hair," he said in a low tone, removed it, and showed it to her.He moved away from her; he knew she was expecting him to touch her, but he was not going to make such a mistake.He wanted her to initiate the first move so that the blame would be on her side and she would take full responsibility.Nera stared at him, confused. She closed her eyes, trying to think, then opened them. His earlier statement said he was ignoring her because that was what she wanted."What did…you?" She asked."Is Sam out