Dickson arrives timely at the Global Resort, an hotel in the outskirts of Montreal. The Global Resort was always noted for its grandeur and high-standing reputation, a classic and outstanding hotel in the city of California. Dickson stopped his Vespa bike at the parking garage, jumped down, and pulled off his helmet. Drops of sweat rushing down his face, as though hurrying to kiss his lips; he wiped them off with his fingers. "Hey man, De Robert Deliveries," he said, pointing out his card to the security guard who posed at the gate. "Go towards that entrance; you'll find the receptionist table right in front," the security said, directing Dickson to the inner room. "Thanks, man," Dickson replied with a smile as he walked into the spacious room. "Delivery package to be delivered in person, no payment made," Dickson said, his brows raised as he talked to the lady who sat at the receptionist table. "Room 064, sir. Please take this way up," she said, pointing lazily to the hallway.
Julie couldn't believe her eyes; a sense of remorse set in. But as she turned to the man, she knew that she had to make a choice, and the better choice wasn't Dickson. A sharp feeling of indifference set in."Fuck off, b*tch, who's this dude?" The man asked in surprise, his hands tightened to a towel which hung closely to his waist.Julie turned to him, "He's just a nobody, dear," her voice sounding calm and gentle."You don't know who?" Dickson replied in haste, his fists tightened as he walked closer to her."How dare you come here in the first place?" Julie questioned him, the urgency in her voice clear."Walk out of here! Have it in mind that I have nothing to do with you. I can't waste all my years with a puppet like you. If you don't deliver goods, we can't eat at home. Will I have to wait for you to finish your deliveries before I get a gift, money, and so on?" Julie questioned, staring at Dickson with a raised chin and a tight jaw.The words sank right into Dickson, piercing h
Eleanor walked sluggishly into the room, having received the info of their flight back to Chicago. She never wanted to return to a clingy and busy environment like her home in Chicago.Romsey sat, his face buried in a newspaper, "The Times," which sounded more different, more subdued, more questioning than it used to be. Even the looks on the guards' faces were different, except for Robson, who was happy that he would reunite with his wife and daughter.Romsey dropped the paper on the table, looking at Eleanor. "You didn't tell me everything you wanted to," he said. She smiled. "You will find out more, young master," her face showing a mixture of pleasure and turmoil.She thought of the strict nature of her father, who would always insist that she take over one of the mini-companies. Eleanor preferred having personal time at the beach, her leisure time playing the piano and, of course, reading novels, her favorite being the urban genre where several male leads get humiliated by female
As the sun began its ascent over the city of Canada, casting a soft glow over the landscape, Romsey and Eleanor stepped out of their luxurious mansion, flanked by a team of guards. Today was the day they would embark on their journey, and anticipation hung in the air.Romsey was dressed in a striking blue suit that exuded sophistication and class. The suit, a custom creation from a top designer, was rumored to have cost a highl fortune of $100,000, with every detail meticulously crafted to perfection. The fabric was the finest wool, sourced from the most exclusive mills, and the cut was so precise it seemed as though it had been tailored to his body alone. His tie was a masterpiece from a renowned Italian designer, its rich colors and stylish patterns catching the light with his every movement.On his feet, Romsey wore a pair of handmade Italian leather shoes, a limited edition design from a luxury brand that commanded a hefty price tag of $180,000. The shoes were a statement piece,
Romsey's flight arrived timely at the Chicago airport, a new phase of his life was about to begin, when the pilot's voice cracked over the intercom."Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land, please prepare for arrival."Romsey glanced out the window, anticipation bubbling within him as the sprawling city came into view.The plane touched down smoothly, and as the door opened, Romsey turned to Eleanor, his step-sister. "Ladies first, dear," he gestured for her to take the lead. She turned in with a calm and welcoming smile.Romsey and his entourage of guards stepped onto the tarmac, the air was filled with the scent of fuel and excitement as they were greeted by a flurry of activity."Welcome back, Mr. Romsey and Miss. Eleanor," the pilot said, stepping forward to shake their hands. "I hope you had a pleasant flight?""Thank you, Captain," Romsey replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "It's quite comfortable." Eleanor smiled warmly at the pilot. Their arrival was not without a s
The Mercedes-Benz S-Class Maybach sped through the streets of Chicago, leaving behind the chaos and danger of the ambush. Romsey sat in the backseat, his heart still racing from the shock of the escape. Robson, focused and determined, expertly drove through the traffic, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger."How long will it take, Rob? Romsey asked, his voice tinged with fear. Not long after his phone blared from the floor of the car, it had fallen from the owner's seat, he picked it up.Hello! A deep unsettling voice sounded from the other side, it was Baron Spears, his father. What's the situation right now, son? His voice breaking as he breathed harder, Romsey could hear from the phone that the shocking news had been related to him. "We're closer to the house, Dad! Romsey cut in instantly, his heart heaving."I've informed the police, I personally told my wife to go there with all the securities, but she decided not to listen". He stammered. Jus
Romsey turned in shock to his Dad "You can't tell me that I'll have to allow these ladies bathe a grown-ass man like me," Romsey took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on the ladies who were waiting for him to take the first step."Here, you're treated as royalty, and that's why we prepared these nymphs to take care of you," Mr. Spears replied with a smile that made the unchanged parts of his teeth show."No way, dad! Come on, I can handle that myself," he replied calmly.He moved towards his room, and the ladies followed him. The tall, dark-skinned one had a white towel in her hands; it sparkled as it dangled, showing it to be new."You'll all have to wait out here," Romsey turned with a sharp gaze to the women who were waiting to follow him into the room."It's our duty to ensure you're taken care of, young master.""Okay, tell me, is there any of you who is married here?" Romsey asked in a tone that scoffed a little."Of course, I am!" the dark lady winked. "And yo
After dinner, Romsey waved goodbye to his Dad and step-mother before returning to his room. Aurelia was still in her room and didn't come down till it was very late when the others had retired to bed. She strolled out almost like a peep, sitting lazily on the sofa. Immediately, Genevieve her younger sister joined her, she sat very close to her, Aurelia caressed her cornrows; she really liked to to do that, playing with her sisters long punny tails. Tracing the strands of hair from different parts of her scalp, then she meshed and tied them together. Genevieve sat on the lower part of the chair, hugging a big pink teddy bear that seemed to contrast with her slim stature, leaning her head to its soft hairy body."Why did you walk away from the table?" Genevieve broke the silence, turning her head with a blank stare at her sister's face. The silence in Aurelia's mouth lingered as though the words were heavy but then she replied coldly. "You can't imagine Dad believing that crap that t