“You good for nothing scum,” Sheila screamed and shoved Frank back again, before giving him yet another slap_ at least that was what she thought because Frank had his fingers around her wrist holding her down before her hand could reach his face. “Let go of me, you fool.”Frank scoffed, “Or else what? You will beat me_,”Frank did not have the chance to complete his statement as Sheila raised her knee and hit it where the sun didn't shine. Frank released her immediately, holding his crutch and groaning in pain.Sheila adored her handwork with pride then smirked, “Or else that,” she scrunched her face in disgust and then raised her hand to her mouth to wipe her mouth, “And don't you ever think of touching me ever again,” she warned, vigorously wiping her mouth as if to wipe a stain. Frank scoffed, glaring at her despite the obvious pain on his face, “That was not how you felt yesterday, my dear girlfriend,” he mocked, eyeing her as he took cautious steps away from her.Sheila's frown

Frank heaved a sigh, biting down on his tongue. His face was as pale as someone who had seen a ghost, and he looked nothing like the man he was. He appeared to have lost some weight and unlike the properly ironed suit he was usually always wearing, he was just dressed casually in a random black round neck top and plain blue jeans but the most contradicting accessory to his character was the face cap he has on his face, pulled so closely to his face as if to shield his face. His shoulders were held up high but unlike his previous pride stance, he was held up in a more awkward and uncomfortable looking way, with tension oozing from him. Frank's hand automatically moved to his left arm and then ran his fingers against the surface of his bandaged wrist, his mind traveling to how he had gotten it, the venom and anger he had seen in the eyes of his ex girlfriend, and an involuntary shudder went down his spine, he gulped down nothing. It has been two days since the unfortunate accident had

Frank was continually feeling pushed to the edge the more it appeared that Keith felt inconvincible. He rubbed his sweaty palms against the surface of his jeans and then gulped down nothing. This was his only option at the moment, it was either this or he died of fear from constantly looking over his shoulders because of the Hockings family on his tail. He glanced down at his bandaged wrist and brushed his fingers over the surface, and a shudder ran down in spine from fear of what Sheila could be plotting against him at this very moment, the promises she had whispered into his ears that day were still very much fresh in his mind_ and he has known Sheila Hockings long enough to know that she would so anything in her power to fulfill those promises.“You do not understand, Keith,” he said all in one breath, taking one step closer to Keith's desk.Keith eyed his movements suspiciously and his brows drew together in disapproval which Frank did not miss and took an intentional step back ho

Camila looked around the restaurant in awe, taking in each exquisite design and work of art, her mind easily figuring out that this place was a deal breaker and would be insanely expensive. As she approached the reception of the restaurant, she did more survey of the place, she did not pay any attention to Keith as he conversed with the blonde person who was currently typing something into the computer asking Keith some questions about his reservation, it was not until when Keith drawled so closely to her ear, sending a shudder down her spine that she finally snapped out of her daze,“I see you like the place,” Keith drawled into her ear.She giggled, inching away a bit. “Damn, that tickles.”Keith beamed, his face brightening with a teasing grin. “Why are you always so ticklish, you naughty girl?”Camila's face turned bright red and then she put a hand over his hand to pinch lightly, “Get your mind out of the gutters, lover boy. I'm ticklish, yes but it is completely normal.”“Of cou

“What you did was too far, Keith. You took away everything, did you ever think of how we'll survive?”“And I'm sure you thought about that too before leaving me to die in jail.”Sheila's mouth open agape as Keith fired back at her question, his eyes were blazing with different emotions but his composure remained completely normal if anyone were to be watching from the outside they would think he was all alone In here and not in any conversation whatsoever, and just his composure was enough to annoy Sheila and push her closer to the edge. By ‘closer to the edge' she meant, ‘I really wished I brought my gun and I could just blast this motherfucker brains out'Keith scoffed, “And I finally got her speechless, if only I had my phone with me now, I would take a picture of your face right now because it is more than priceless.”Sheila's jaw clenched and she took a daring step forward, her shoulders high up in a defensive stance almost looking stupidly confident as if she could succeed in be