“You can't go out by this time!” Maeve tried to stop her but Chloe was hell-bent on leaving.“No offense but you can't stop me, Maeve. Now, move aside so I can pass.” Chloe tapped her feet impatiently on the floor glaring at her sister until she moved aside.It's been over a week that she'd been stuck in the house and it was getting to her. Ever since that stupid video came out, reporters and journalists have been camped outside their houses. Maeve insisted that she stay in, saying it was for her good if they didn't know that Chloe was staying there.So every morning, Maeve would brave the wild out there to go to work bringing back food items as well as any other thing Chloe might need while she stayed inside, watching the world from outside trying her best to ignore everyone.Maeve pretended to be fine but each night she came back, Chloe could see the strain on her face from fighting off different people who were harassing her and it got to her.This was all her fault, Maeve doesn't

The car stopped much to her chagrin, in front of a tall white and grey building.“Madame, we're here.” The cab driver informed her.Camilla looked outside the window, noting the skyscrapers all around and her mouth dropped. “Are you sure this is the address I have you?”The man checked the piece of paper she'd hastily scrawled the address on. “Yeah. 266 Palm Grove Road, off Madison Ave right? This is it.”Unbidden, a whistle left her mouth as she stared at the building with the Lambert Inc. sign standing tall.Damn!When Clement told her he was the CEO of a company, she thought it was a small startup stuff that people used to exaggerate but this…. This could easily be a multi-million dollar establishment.She got out of the car and paid the driver who zoomed off immediately, in search of a new customer.In truth, she was a bit sad to see him go. Camilla was so used to buses, being compressed and surrounded by various individuals that riding alone in a cab felt like a luxury.One she d

“Argh!” Chloe sputtered, slowly fluttering her eyes open gasping for breath. “What the hell…?” Ice cold water that threatened to move off a few of her brain cells courses down her body, shocking her awake. Trying to move her body, she discovered that she was being held captive unable to move from the waist down as her body was bound by several ropes. “Fuck…ing move!” she cursed, trying to dislodge the ropes. “Good. She's awake.” A male voice rang out, making her head snap up so fast. In the cold, harsh light of the day, the guy was almost unrecognizable but that shirt …“I know you…” she mumbled, watching him carefully as he walked towards her. “From last night..” Suddenly, it clicked in and her eyes widened as she tried to scramble back but there was nowhere else for her to run to. He was the leader of the gang that had tried to kidnap her yesterday…No, wait, if she was bound and tied up then that means, they'd succeeded in capturing her.The guy wasn't wearing a mask to shield

A day before…“Your chai tea, ma'am.” Amber opened one eye, spotting one of her maids bent over to offer the drink to her, with smoke billowing from the top indicating that it was freshly made.Amber flipped her legs to the side in excitement, reaching for the drink. The smooth and well-grounded chocolate taste melted on her tongue, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. The effect was so orgasmic that she had to groan out loud.“Oh, my gosh Porsha, this tastes so damn good!” She exclaimed, smiling so hard that her teeth might fall off. “Did you use that technique that I taught you?”Porsha scratched at her chin, looking uneasy. “My name is Portia ma'am, not Porsha, and yes I did use your favourite recipe.”Usually Amber would harp on about the correction but the tea put her in such an upbeat state, that she let it slide. “Whatever your name is, it is cool by me. Thank you for the tea, I'll let you know if I need more.”A smile fixed on her face, Amber watched Portia leave cont

Present DaySean's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide. He had to blink repeatedly to be sure that he wants seeing double. He stopped suddenly, so fast that Andrea nearly plowed into his back.“That's her, sir! The lady who wanted to talk to you!” She whispered or tried to, her voice was loud enough. “I can tell she's the one, thank you, Andrea, you may leave.”Sean didn't turn around but the shuffling of feet amid the mild protests informed him that she had left. Facing Amber whom he never thought he'd see again, he was curious to know why she was here. “Amber…I would say it's lovely to see you again but I have the feeling that you might not share the same sentiment.”“I'm afraid I'm not here for a courtesy visit,” Amber said calmly. She was dressed up in a power suit, her hair swept back into a high ponytail. A designer bag and shoes completed her outside with a diamond necklace peeking out from her neckline. “You want to go somewhere private to talk?” He half turned, ready to show