“I was hit!” John said abruptly.John's abrupt declaration sent ripples of tension through the room. Stephanie's eyes widened, mirroring the shock that rippled through her. He held her gaze for a moment before shifting his attention to Modelisa, whose expression betrayed a mix of apprehension and guilt. John hesitated, his mind grappling with the weight of his words. Yet, spurred on by Modelisa's silent urging, he pressed forward."It was the floor," John muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the admission itself carried a heavy burden. Stephanie's brows furrowed in confusion, her disbelief evident in the way she leaned forward, urging him to clarify."The floor hit you?" Modelisa's voice was tinged with skepticism, a silent warning to tread carefully in the murky waters of their shared secret. John hesitated, feeling the weight of their expectations bearing down on him. He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering away from Modelisa's intense stare, which seemed to bore into
“What the hell?” John exclaimed as soon as he turned and saw Rhys. It was Brad who held him by his hand.“What is going on? Let go of my hand,” John protested, but Brad had a firm grip on his hands and quickly dragged him into the nearest room. It was a store room in the Mansion.“What are you doing?” John finally protested again, using his strength to break free from Brad’s grip. John was inflamed with anger, his face contorted with rage. His eyes bore into Brad’s like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.“I am sorry about that,” Brad finally spoke, adjusting his black suit and tucking his right hand into his pants pocket.John’s heart was pounding in his chest, each beat echoing like a war drum in the silence of the store room. The dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the tense atmosphere. He could feel the cold sweat trickling down his back, his muscles tensed as if ready for a fight. The air was thick with the scent of dust and old wood, mingling with the faint, mu
John widened his eyes, straining to hear every word, his ears attuned to any sound that might reveal the unfolding drama. Stephanie’s initial scream had made his ears tingle, sending shivers down his spine. “What are you doing naked?” Stephanie’s voice echoed through the hallway, a mixture of shock and disbelief reverberating in her tone. Her voice was high-pitched, filled with the kind of intensity that only comes from sudden, unexpected revelations. A smile flashed across John’s face, a knowing grin that spoke volumes. It was his cunning that had led Stephanie to discover Jeffery and Gabriel Blake naked and caught in the act. The image of their shocked faces brought a wave of satisfaction that coursed through him, warming him from the inside out. John could almost hear the tension in the room, the awkward silence that must have followed Stephanie’s exclamation. He imagined Jeffery scrambling for words, his mind racing to concoct a plausible explanation. The air would be thick wi
John stood there, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions, as he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away from Gabriel Blake. The room seemed to blur around him, the chatter of the business partners fading into the background as he focused solely on the enigmatic figure before him. Every detail of Gabriel's appearance was etched into John's mind: the confident tilt of his head, the subtle gestures of his hands as he spoke, the way his eyes seemed to sparkle with intelligence and charm. It was as if time itself had slowed down, allowing John to drink in every nuance of the scene before him. His heart hammered against his chest, the intensity of his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, a mixture of awe and disbelief at finding himself in such close proximity to someone he had admired from afar for so long. But just as he was trying to make sense of his conflicting feelings, his phone shattered the
“Are you surprised?” Jeffery asked, his gaze penetrating deep into Johns soul, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.Jeffery turned to Gabriel and let out a chuckle. “He’s surprised,” he remarked, shaking his head in amusement.John felt an instant chill sweep over him. How was this possible? Had Jeffery known about his plan all along?His heart shattered into a million pieces, and his legs turned to jelly. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his eyes grew red with emotion.“How did you know?” John asked, his voice trembling slightly, though he tried to maintain a façade of boldness. Deep down, he knew he had been defeated, but he refused to show weakness.“John Beckham, have you forgotten that we’ve been friends for many, many years, my dear friend?” Jeffery placed a reassuring hand on John’s shoulder. “I know you inside and out. I’ve studied your every move, which is how Stephanie and I were able to outmaneuver you time and time again. But you still have much to learn. You
“ I don’t understand what you are asking?” John turned to feign ignorance.His eyes rolled around even though he tried to maintain composure. He did not know the lie that he would tell Stephanie, but he knew that any wrong move he made would put him in trouble.“You heard my question, answer it!” Stephanie snapped, her eyes like a fierce dragon.The morning was still young, and the room was not that bright. John and Stephanie entered a silent battle of wills. John heaved a deep sigh as he wondered what lie he could fabricate. He couldn’t even dare tell Stephanie the real truth because he didn’t have any truth to back it up. He was in a tight spot.“Can I ask you a question?” John finally got hold of his tongue.Stephanie remained unfazed. “I do the question asking while you do the question answering. So answer my question,” her voice unwavering with authority.The tension in the room was real, almost tangible. John’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears like a dru
“Who are you looking for?” A lady dressed in a corporate black shirt and skirt asked John with a bright smile, her eyes reflecting professional courtesy.“I am looking for Mr. Brad,” John spoke confidently, his voice steady and assured. It was two days after the tense showdown he had with Stephanie, and he had come to meet Brad as the first crucial step in his new plan. The events of the past days had left him determined and resolute, his mind focused on the strategy that lay ahead.“Do you have an appointment?” the lady asked, her broad smile unwavering. There was a practiced efficiency in her demeanor, the kind that comes from years of dealing with visitors and their demands.John placed his hand on the counter and wagged his head. “No, I don’t, but just tell your boss that John Beckham is here to see him, and I am sure he will allow me through,” John explained confidently. It was pertinent that he saw Brad as soon as possible; Brad was the gateway to his new plan commencing. Eve
“I want just one thing from you,” John began, his eyes still intently peering up at Brad.There was a palpable tension that flared up between the two men, a tension so thick it felt like a physical presence in the room. The smirk Brad had been wearing faded away, replaced by a look of curiosity and caution.“What is that?” Brad asked, the suspense John kept him in gnawing at his patience. The air hung heavy, a handshake suspended in mid-air, as if time itself had frozen.John’s voice was steady, but the stern gaze in his eyes revealed the seriousness of his demand. “Apart from you, no one should find out that I am working with you. And also, I want to be the one in charge from now on,” he declared, each word falling like a hammer on an anvil.Brad’s eyes narrowed as he tried to read John’s expression, as if searching for any sign of uncertainty or deception. The weight of John’s words hung between them, an unspoken challenge lingering in the silence that followed. Brad’s mind raced,