Chris looked at him, his blood was boiling but his anger was uncertain. Uncertain because he didn't know who exactly to direct it at. The bastard in front of him had veered the focus off himself and was on his wife being involved with another man who wasn't him. "So, let me get this straight, buster, you fucked my wife, but you're not the one she likes? That's what you're saying?" Chris asked, his angry eyes blazing at Kade. Kade shrugged, still trying to preserve some of his self-respect. "Well, if that's how you want to put it."Chris lost it and lurched himself at him. He grabbed his collar and smacked his face a few times with the back of his palm. Each strike was a stinging one that left fresh red prints on Kade's face. Kade groaned in excruciating pain, "Oh fuck! You son of a bitch!" "Listen, you bloody bastard, when I ask you questions, you give me a bloody answer that suits them, we good on that?" Chris said his voice husky as he stared wildly into Kade's fucking eyes. "We
The one thing Kade couldn't produce at that moment was what Chris was asking for, he was in a precarious situation. "Common, where are the bloody pictures?" Chris asked again.Kade shook his head as he vividly remembered that crazy night he had with Ariah. Kade and Ariah had just had a hot session of sex and he was completely satisfied, sprawled on the bed stark naked. "Now that's what I call a fucking tsunami, wasn't that a good fuck, huh, Ariah?" He had asked, his arm caressing her bare thighs. "Let go of me, Kade," She said, brushing his hand off her. "You have something you're not supposed to have, Kade and you know that." He had frowned and sat up to rest his back on the bed head. "What do you mean? We've fucked and I've written you a bloody check because you were short of money. What do you want? More money? Then we'll have to fuck again." She shook her head, "No, those implicating pictures you have of me, Kade. You have had me just as you wanted, so delete them now."Ka
"Common, Briella, alright, alright, where are you?" He asked. "Don't even think about it, Chris, I don't want to see your lying face." She retorted coldly. "Bullocks and shit, Briella, common, fuck your damn husband, dumb him in a hospital, and meet me at Royal palace suites, let's talk." He said, rapidly becoming impatient with her persistent insults, why did she care for the bastard so much anyway? She was silent for a while and the only sound he heard was her labored breathing. "Fine, I'll meet you at the bar there in two hours. You are going to take care of the rucking hospital bills." "Well, that's fine” The line went dead before he could complete his sentence. "Fuck me." He cussed. He called the chauffeur, "Turn the fucking car around, we're going to the royal suite." He said.Chris drank four glasses of an expensive cocktail and smoked cigarette after cigarette while waiting for Briella. As he did, he kept his eye out for…well, for Ariah. If Kade had been right about her
Chris would never turn down an invitation from Amelia, especially when she was leaving town in an hour. He called his assistant into his office as he packed his desk. "Do I have any important meetings today?" He asked he was in a hurry, the drive to the train station was a good twenty minutes drive. "Well, only one, boss and that's with a shareholder at noon." His assistant replied. "Cancel it," Chris said flatly and walked out of the office, leaving his PA stunned.He drove himself to the station and he found himself having a hard time locating Amelia. There were so many people at the train station, that most of the coffee and tea shops were filled to the brim. It had Chris wondering where she could be. He dialed, "Amelia, where are you?" He asked when she picked up the phone.It was noisy and really difficult for him to hear what she was saying over the boisterous surroundings of the train station. "Just…around…huh?"That was all he heard her say as her words came to him in c
The first thing Chris's mind drifted to was the assault on Kade. What if Briella had lost her cool and was so angry with him that she reported him to the police? That was very unlikely. What if it was Ariah who had reported? That was also very unlikely. So what was it the police wanted? You're needed at the police station, Mr. Chris. Please come to the station as soon as you can.At least they hadn't sent police men after him, that would have been worse. It wouldn't only have been bad for him but also for his company. With a beating heart, he drove slowly to the station, his unsteady mind wondering what in the world they had called him in for. He thought about calling Briella just to make sure, then brushed the idea off his mind. He walked into the police station with a straight face. He had already called his PA before arriving and said to her, "If any shit happens, don't waste time, get my fucking lawyer to come get me." "But sir, is anything the matter?" She asked timidly."Ju
Chris felt a panic of fear as he thought of what had possibly happened to her, her voice sounded restrained unlike her usually cheerful self. "What's wrong?" Chris asked, lifting himself up from his chair, immediately walking out of the office almost bumping into Melissa."Is something wrong sir?" She questioned but he was too absent minded to hear what she had asked him, he pulled out his keys making his way to the garage and got into his car making his way home. She had ended the call without saying anything further to him which was concerning, how could he possibly forgive himself if something bad happened to himself, he soon got home and ran into the house"Honey?!" He yelled hoping she was alright, there was intense silence all around the house which was about to make him go crazier. "Babe?" He called out again, going around the house but couldn't find her, he didn't know if this was a game of hers or it was a call for help but he was beginning to freak out.He searched their roo
CHAPTERThe call shook him greatly and he raced home like a mad man, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to be mad at her for all she had done. His compassionate side took over, the tone in her voice was so thin and frail that it kept playing in his head even as he went home. Although she had cheated on him, as he knew more than once and even with more than one man, he still cared about her. Of course, he still had revenge on his mind, but this wasn't how he planned to do it. He got to the house and parked the car haphazardly then ran into the house. She wasn't in the living room or anywhere downstairs. "Aria!" He called, but there was no response. Then he ran up the stairs and threw the bedroom door open. The room was awkwardly dim for this time of the day, she had closed the curtains and only a pale blue light shone in the room. "Aria?" He called again, he made out an outline of someone on the bed, it had to be here lying there in that manner. "I…Chris… i thought yo
Several days later, Chris was in his office, he was tired and visibly worn out.There were lines of exhaustion on his forehead and he closed his eyes as he leaned back on his chair. He had gone through another night of sleeping in his office, this time it hadn’t been as comfortable as the first night. The couch was just too small and narrow, his legs too long and his body refused to adjust to the confined space. He would have slept in the worker’s room on the ground floor but that wouldn’t create a good image. He didn’t want the whole fucking company to know that he was having issues with his wife. What made his morning worse was when his secretary walked in and told him about the meeting he had scheduled for that morning. He literally had to drag himself there and fight the drowsiness that clouded his eyes. As if that wasn’t enough, it was a very long and boring meeting that seemed interminable, it took a miracle for him not to completely doze off. He threw his suit as he walked