"Come over this way and sit, Bishop. We were just discussing business" Stone smiled, beckoning on Bishop to sit with them. "What's the bitch doing in here?" Thom Redd asked, looking at Chelsea. "Say the word bitch again and your name won't be the only thing that's red" Bishop replied threateningly, his tone seething with hate."Manners, please" Stone turned to Thom sternly. Then he turned to Bishop. "Please do tell us who the pretty lady is. It's not everyday a woman sits with men to discuss such matters" he said, eyeing Chelsea with a smile."It is the Pope's orders that she sits in on this business meeting. You have a problem with that?" Bishop replied."No way, not at all. I felt like I should have been briefed earlier on that we would be having such a gracious face join us today" Stone said smilingly. "Please sit with us" he gestured for the duo to sit.Chelsea smiled within herself, seeing as Stone was already pleased by her appearance. She had taken an extra attention to her a

Chelsea gently took off her dress and admired her reflection in the dressing mirror. She caressed her outline passionately, smiling at her figure. She placed her right leg on the table below the dressing mirror and pulled out the pistol from the strap on her thigh. She also removed the strap and gently placed it together with the firearm in a drawer below the dressing mirror.After satisfying her eyes with her physique and appearance and reassuring herself of her perfect bodily and facial beauty, she walked elegantly to her bed and laid down gently. The only pieces of 'clothing' on her were her brassiere and panties. She closed her eyes and reminisced on the day's events. She was definitely certain that she had caught Dylan's eye. After proving her penal disposition, he had all his doubts cleared. She smiled as she felt herself drawing closer and closer to her goal. She heard a knock on her door and immediately stood up. She waltzed to the door, humming a pop tune. She opened the do

Dylan threw on his suit jacket as he walked out of his room. His phone rang and he slid across to answer it."I'm on my way" he said calmly into the phone, his steps a bit brisk. "We've caught two more" the caller on the other end replied. "Beautiful. I'll be there shortly" he replied and hastened up, heading for the exit. He saw Chelsea and Joyce walking out of a hallway and slowed down. He looked admiringly at Chelsea and smiled. She smiled back at him and bit her lower lip. He chuckled and winked at her before turning to Joyce. His expression went blank and he looked away. He walked hastily through the living room and exited the mansion. He boarded the Bentley Continental and the next minute found him driving out of the Cross Estate.¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤The RendezvousDylan's Bentley Continental drove into the premises and pulled up at the parking lot. He stepped out elegantly and walked gently towards the massive building. The several containers that laid about gave the premises an ille

Dylan sniffed occasionally as he was driven back to his mansion. He reflected on what Victor said and even though he feared the outcome he knew he had to do it. If she ran away with the money, he would definitely have her captured and brought back to him rather easily. Of course, his assigned man would be keeping tabs on her at all times. But deep down he would be scarred beyond healing. He would lock up his heart and never open it up to any female whosoever.He had tried to put his past and its ugly reminders aside to open up a new spot for Chelsea. Even though several times his memories pushed back in and his insecurities got the better of him, he allowed her prove them wrong time and again. This was just one more test. How she performed in it would determine if all she had been saying was just lie after lie, aimed at making him see her for who she was not. One thing he knew he had unjustly robbed her off was her freedom. She hadn't spoken to anyone she knew ever since he capture

As Chelsea sat in her room, she reflected on Joyce's words. She saw the wisdom and truth in them and immediately regretted lashing out at Dylan. As Joyce had said, that would only amount to him becoming more aggressive and oppressive to her.She exhaled and stood up, immediately exiting her room. She walked along the hallway, her heart thumping as she navigated through the house, heading for Dylan's room. She took a while to remember what she had seen in the room, the strange and imperial grandeur that had graced her.Behind the door was a wide entrance the size of an office. It had sofa chairs on both sides and an office desk at a corner with a rotating chair behind it. The entire room was rather dark-themed and had more elements of black and grey than other colors. It was adorned with scarlet-red lights that glowed dimly from different corners. Several portraits framed in black refined wood hung about on the walls. The portraits were either paintings or pictures of powerful men and