Rowe's apartment.
"Here we go."
He muttered to himself looking at the exotic building he was standing before its gate. The gate was electric and opened before him immediately. But his jaw dropped at the numbers of men who were standing behind the gate as it opened.
There were five henchmen dressed in usual black suits, blue shirts and black shoes. There faces long and emotionless. He was wearing the same kinda look, but his seemed to be a silhouette of the henchmen's.
"I'm sure you know whose apartment you're in."
One of the slender men shot at him as he stepped in. He didn't have the luxury of time to check out the surrounding first.
And even before he could make a stance another had snapped,
"You can't return to wherever you came from alive if you'd come here having no business in the first place."
He shook his head slightly, tapping his left foot on the marbled floor. Not in fear but s
Let's hope that Max isn't turning into a beast. Because of all happening around him. Thereby bound to lose his sweet and good heart.
Belltown inn. "I'm not certain if this will suit your billionaire taste, but believe me, it's worth your stay." Dia said as soon as Albert got the door for her as she stepped out of the limo. Max was already standing to walk her into the guesthouse. "I had no idea that you go out a lot." He said as she tucked her arm into his and they walked towards the door. Albert on the other hand was wearing the usual mean gaze and distorted face. "Might take a while, Albert. Drive around, I'll call you when we are through." Max had turned to Albert who nodded his head, avoiding the belittling gaze of Dia. "I don't really go out. Only when I get an invitation or a call you know." She said as the door opened and they stepped in, walking towards the receptionist or say, attendants. "Them boys still take you out?" She looked at him and shook her head slightly,
Same. "Uhm mm" Dia mumbled, turning slightly on the pounding chest her head was on. She wanted to turn again, when her eyes flipped open like the pages of a book. She was back to her senses. Her true sense of judgement. The Dia in her was awoken. She allowed herself the benefit of doubt in the first place as the sun rays fighting through the window were splattered on her face. She could feel the warmth of the rays washing her face. Max's hard chest pounding against her cheek. Her body on his, her thighs over his sleeping cock. "Huh?" She snapped back to the reality she had been denying. She allowed herself to think about the possibility of what happened between her and Max overnight. That couldn't possibly be true. No! It couldn't be. The thought of them having sex without protection was enough to shatter her will. There were quite a numbers of things she could play with. But pregnancy wasn't part o
Dia's room. "Found a name yet for the unborn baby?" The voice came. Dia sat up immediately in the bed, as she looked around trying to figure out where the voice came from. Then to her left, she noticed a new mirror hung on the wall. "Fuck!" She muttered. She knew that that was Grandma's work. She didn't know why the old woman had to enter her room and replace whatever she thought was missing or old in the room. Most times, she found it difficultly to say whose room the room truly was. Whether hers or Grandma's. "If I were a prophet, you know I'll be the richest from accurate predictions." The voice came again as she snapped back to reality. She dragged her bootie back in the bed towards the head of the bed and leaned on it, looking at the mirror. At first, she was tempted to walk over there and do what she did to the previous one but that would seem like an act of
One of Rowe's companies."Morning, Sir.""Morning, Sir.""Morning, Sir.""Morning, Sir.""Morning, Sir."Came the greeting from the right and left angles of the company hall to Rowe in his Mafia attire, black T-shirt with a skull inscribed in it, a blue jacket, baggy black bean and a pair of white sneakers. He had himself supported with a walking stick made from bones. A ceramic you might want to say.All he did to the greetings was waved his old but bloody left hand. His right hand was entirely for something different. Such thing you wouldn't want to think of. Well, not all unthinkable things are cruel."Morning!"He finally bit the word in a growl, glaring at the set of ladies who had just greeted after the spree of pleasantries.The ladies in fear tucked their heads into their works, cowering as they typed into the system, their fingers trembling. They knew too well never to
Her dance studio. "Hello, this is Dia, who am I speaking with?" She asked, her eyes keen on the students who were swaying to the rhythm of their hearts, mimicking the steps she had thought them. They were at the verge of perfection and she could say boastfully that they were ready for the presentation at the concert. That was all she had been doing, only to be intruded by that call. And picking it up, her ears and brain were both at alert awaiting the response. She could had made a guess on who had called, but twas some unknown number. Then after the long awkward silence which almost forced her to hanging the call, there came a still, feminine but polished voice, "This is Sophia. Calling you from a private firm of Psychology and Human rights. We are called, Lovlock Enterprises GTM, situated in the UK, Canterbury." Dia thought for a while as the British accent paced her mental ken and left her struggling
At the studio."Hello, Lancy. Are you busy now or do you have few moments to spare?""Oh, Dia. Spare me some moments, please. I'll join you soonest."Lancy's sweet and polished British accent flowed over the speaker. Dia wasn't really moved by the accent. She had better things and pressing matters weighing on her mind.She stared blankly at the graffiti wall opposite her on the chair she was seated. It had been several days since the call from the fatty. She spent her days as usual; from studio to work and by and by. She hadn't really been in touch with Max and had hardly been replying his texts. Twas a new day again but she couldn't simply pretend that she was fine.Twas just 10am, none of her dance students was around yet. The old ones had gone for the concert and had won; they came second though. But twas a thing to be proud of.She and her secretary were the only ones present at that moment. She had
At the beach. "Hey, Max." Dia said over the phone, then came Max's anxious voice, "Hey, Dia. You scared the hell out of me. What is wrong? Why have you been avoiding my calls? Was it because of what happened the previous day. I didn't--" "Max..." She interrupted and he quit talking. She was trying to imagine the kinda expression he was wearing. His cute and innocent face would very much be smothered at that moment, she guessed. "I'm here, Dia. Couldn't just keep mute since --" "Come to the beach." She interrupted again. Then there came the stutter of Max, "Beach? What beach? You're in --" "Alki." She seemed to take delight in interrupting him. But he didn't mind. He kept coming on and on again. "But it's fine if you are busy." She said but Max shot, "Of course not. I'll be there in twenty minutes." He said. But before either could han
Dia's Studio."One moment."Dia called at her secretary who was just walking towards her end of working place. The lady turned, short black skirt and blue blouse, to-matched with a pair of shoes striped blue and black."Yes, Dia."She said keeping a straight face. Dia didn't hesitate,"About the previous day, I didn't mean to be rude. Just the mood I was in. You've also been very helpful to me and I wouldn't throw dust in your face."She watched the lady's face melt into confusion. She probably was struggling to understand what Dia was doing."Does that mean you're saying a 'sorry'?"The secretary let out her contention. Dia scoffed instead and bit her words,"Is that one of the words you made up?"The secretary smirked and shook her head. She walked away from her as Dia chuckled softly. A part of her was beginning to like the secretary but that feeling wouldn't last long.