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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 130. Best.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, a pout firmly on my face. I can’t seem to make it go away no matter how much I tried.We’re sitting in front of one of Empire City's most popular tourist attractions, the Regal Lake. Everything in this damn city was named to have some sort of relation to royalty for some reason. Mostly, this was a factor for much joking within the campus as well as everywhere else. This particular pace is familiar to me from the time I was living in Empire city.Coraline sits next to me, my jacket wrapped around her shoulders to give her warmth. Laurent must be parked somewhere around, surely indulging in a cigarette. It’s been about half an hour since our altercation at Helium restaurant came into place. After getting the refund completed, and some more arguing with the staff, we finally managed to make it out of there. But by then, it was too late. The mood for a perfect date had been tarnished, and Coraline looked exhausted.We mumbled something at Laurent after returning t
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 131. Fireplace.
So, our date does not end as either of us planned.We get some fried chicken from a fast-food joint near the late and invite Laurent the driver to join us, but he graciously refuses. Instead, he takes us back to the little park near the lake and watches over us from afar, giving us our space and keeping an eye on us because there’s still an unsavory character capable of murder prowling about, and we have no idea if he will strike us or not.Coraline and I have something of a good time, I think, eating out from a bucket while being sprawled over either end of a bench, listening to each other’s voices mingled with the soft lapping of waves on the shore, talking about anything and everything. Her feet are on my lap, and I gently massage the soles of her feet with the hand that’s not holding my food.It feels so nice to be able to be open with someone like this. I’ve not been a fan of reading much, but from the few stories that I have read, I’ve learned that the best kind of person to fal
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 132. Kiss
The kiss starts leisurely, a flutter of lips against mine. We don’t close our eyes at once, rather, we stare into each other’s windows to the soul for a moment before our lips connect, and I wonder how I must seem in those darling eyes before her lips are on mine. I belatedly realize that she had been the one to initiate most of our kisses so far, and that’s something I wish to rectify. I want to start kissing her, but so far, it’s felt like I didn’t quite have the right yet. But not now.Now I feel like I do. And it’s an exhilarating feeling quite unlike any other.My arms slip under her frame, tall and voluptuous, and she gasps when I tug her close to me. Her front presses against mine and her hands come to cradle my face, fingertips feather-soft against the growing stubble of my cheeks. Our noses brush together as I align my face better to kiss her, and her lips open in invitation to plunge my tongue into her mouth.And I take to accept that invitation, tangling my own tongue with
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 133. Wish
The pale sun rays of the morning filter into the bedroom through the slivers of the heavy curtains hung over the windows and illuminate the warm presence that is pressed next to me.I can only stare at her, lost in admiration as I take her in.Coraline. The covers have been pulled up to her chest, and her head is pillowed by my shoulder. Her hair is in a disarray, resting all over the bedspread, luminously blonde against white. Her mouth is open slightly, and her cheek is mushed against my arm. There must just be a bit of drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Her makeup is smudged, a good amount smeared on the bed cover and pillowcase we seem to be sharing. It makes her look like she’d attended a Halloween party dressed up.It might not be the perfect image. But to me, she looks as beautiful as ever.I hope I’m not being too much of a creep watching her while she’s sleeping, but I can’t seem to help myself. She just looks so perfect, here by my side, and the very feel of her s
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 134. That's all matters.
We go on more dates after that. Successful ones. And they’re slotted in each empty space of our busy schedules wherever we could find them. They’re just little dates, evenings spent in a café where we would drink coffee and talk, in the library of Clandestine city because Coraline wants to check out some new books that had arrived at the venue, or having dinner somewhere lush and extravagant because I’m coming to realize now that I might be my father’s son in this one aspect as well because I find myself wanting to treat Coraline in the most expensive way, and enjoy the experience with her. I don’t know if my father had done it with my mother, but he’d certainly done so with his wife if the old journal articles I read about them are true.Speaking of these articles, I know that my father’s wealth earned him a near-celebrity status. What I did not know was how he became the center of attention for many gossip rags in the past, when both his mistress and his wife were alive. Because it
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 135. A letter.
I do not have experience with letters.In the digital age where it’s so much freakin easy just to send someone a message through some app or social media or even an email, people do not tend to send each other letters unless they’re trying to adopt some sort of quirky aesthetic to their life, be old-school or are some old companies that still believes in sending clients their bills by paper.No one really sends letters these days, in fact, I can’t remember the last time I got a letter in the mail, with stamps and an envelope and all.So, imagine my surprise when one of the members of my father’s security team comes to me as I’m walking to the door hurriedly slinging my school bag over my shoulder, knowing that I’m bound to be late for my first class if I get stalled. The blame for this tardiness lies squarely on my shoulders, of course, it does, because I’m the idiot who forgot I had class today because I was too busy with my girlfriend. The only reason I even remembered I had class w
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 136. Meeting Parents
“So,” Coraline stands next to me after dropping a couple of files in front of me on my desk in the office at Zelt Tech, careful to keep a good distance between us. We have come to a mutual agreement to not make our relationship public within Zelt Tech premises because neither of us wanted to provide fuel for the already burning rumors surrounding us. While the truth was far from those rumors, it didn’t look like it, and I didn’t want to punch someone for making a crude remark about Coraline.Or scratch that. I very much wanted to punch anyone who would say anything vulgar about Coraline, but I wouldn’t want the consequences that come after the punch. Such as lawsuits. Something tells me that “I was defending my girlfriend’s honor,” would not fly right in any court on the planet. I think.So yeah, we kept our distance in the office, although it was hard. It had only been a week and a few odd days since we started our romantic relationship, yet we’d grown awfully touchy-feely with one a
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 137. Our Future
“Jace, my parents did not suddenly turn into flesh-eating monsters since the last time you saw them, “Coraline insists as the car parks right in front of her parent’s property, a fairly large area of land complete with a beautiful garden and a sophisticated looking brownstone. Mr. Granger’s vintage automobile is parked near the garage, which must be sheltering Mrs. Granger’s much more modern car for the night. The couple takes turns parking their car in their one-car capacity garage and I can’t help but think that’s the cutest compromise ever. The older couple has a nice relationship between them as well, a very loving partnership that had endured through the decades. Coraline is their only child, and they had her quite late in their lives, in their late thirties. So, by now they’re in their sixties, and her mother suffers from hypertension while her father is a diabetic, so Coraline is sometimes worried about them. Which is why she’s not too invested in moving out of her parents’ hou
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261. Supernatural?
“Oh, fuck!” I let out as I spring away from where I’d been lying with my head on Estelle’s lap. “Holy shit, I’m normal! I’m normal!”I pat at my body, and sure enough, it’s two-legged, hairless, and my hands are actually my hands! With fingers and pink skin, with only some fine hair on my forearms, and no black fur in sight!I immediately look behind me, and nearly cry in relief when I see that I have a normal, human posterior, not one with a tail.And to my surprise, my clothes are still intact though I had ripped them when I had turned into a dog, but they were still here. Thank God, because I did not fancy getting naked for the second time today.“I did not think that would happen,” Estelle comments, and I turn to her. She doesn’t look too shocked at my reappearance as a human. She stands up from where she had been sitting, brushing off her pants as if on habit before turning to me with a smile, “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t call that hospital.”I stare at her for a moment, won
260. Scream
I cower near the toilet, scared out of my fricking mind as the door opens, hoping to everything holy that she would not freak out, which is stupid considering who would not freak out when they see an animal in a room where they initially left a human in?But to my utter surprise, when Estelle opens the door, she does not scream or throw anything at me.Instead, she blinks.Once.Twice.And then she opens her mouth to say, “Oh.”I blink at her. What did she mean oh? There’s a fricking dog creature in her bathroom and no sign of a human, the human that came to her house naked in the middle of the rain! Why does she look so calm and curious? Why is she looking at me like this was every other Tuesday in her life? I feel so confused that a whine falls from my throat, and that seems to snap her out of her contemplative stare.“I didn’t realize that you were one of them,” she tells me in a confused tone, brows furrowed, “I mean, it’s not like I’m new to this, I should’ve been able to smell y
259. Coming in
I felt different.It was like everything that made me myself, my personality, my conscience, my thinking, and my control over my body, had been plucked out of the said body and then put into a small box somewhere in my mind. I didn’t have any control of my body, although I could feel my body, but then I could not actually feel like I did every day. No, it felt like it wasn’t my body, but then it felt like my body, but not my body again…I didn’t know what to make out of this. My head hurt, and I felt like my breathing capacity had increased and my legs had shortened, and I couldn’t stand up regardless of my somewhat dubious control I tried to open my mouth to talk but couldn’t do that either.And my visions feel weird, everything feels lower than it did before whatever happened to me happened, and the pictures flitting through my eyes seem far more intense than normal. I can hear so many noises as well, the fill of water in the tank somewhere, the sloshing of liquid in the septic tank
258. Get out.
“Okay, so this is going to sound utterly unbelievable at first,” I say, “but bear with me, okay? This really happening and I am not lying, not one bit.”Estelle raises a brow at me. “Okay, normally, if someone tries to defend themselves that much, I might get a little suspicious, but then again what happened to your girlfriend made it to the news and I would never have thought anything like that taking place outside movies or books so I’m going to let you tell your story and pass judgment afterward.”“Fair. To be honest, I don’t even know if I should tell you all this considering there’s still an active investigation happening,” not that the active investigation was doing anything to help. You would think that after being one of the centerpieces of a murder and kidnapping investigation you would be questioned by authorities daily and at least be sent to jail once, but so far, we were only hearing crickets from the police side. It felt like they were truly living under the impression t
257. Ex
Estele sighs, running her fingers through her hair.“I honestly don’t know at this point,” she says, “I’ve never really given any serious thought about this. I knew from the start that I was going to be very careful when having sex with people and was always prepared up until yesterday. And like I told you, I’m not the one for hookups and one-night stands. I love relationships, and I’d gotten out of one just mere months ago and still am not over it, not really.”“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I wince, wondering how two similar people like us could’ve done the same mistake, “was it a bad breakup? I didn’t bring back any memories or something, did I?”Estelle gives out a snort of laughter at that.“No, dude, I can’t even remember the hookup so nothing like that happened,” she reminds me, “and it wasn’t a messy breakup per se. I just…we fell out of love, you see. I never thought that would happen in a relationship. We had been dating for like two years now, and I honestly thought that the next step
256. Good news
After spending quite some time rifling through her wardrobe, Estelle comes downstairs to where I’m sitting on one of her mauve-colored couches with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my frame, holding some clothes.“Good news,” she grins at me, “there are some clothes one of my friends left here after staying the night, and she is about your size. So, if you don’t have an issue with pink,” she hands me the large pink t-shirt she’s got bundled in her hand with a wry quirk to her lips, “and basketball shorts,” she hands me bright red basketball shorts, “then these are yours.”I squint at the combination and comment, “You know, I don’t mean any offense, but who on earth wears this combo even to bed?” The t-shirt is fuchsia with cute, squiggly sheep jumping over a bright green patch of grass. It is truly an assault on the senses, and the less said about the shorts the better.Estelle snorts, “She’s a bit into the eclectic side of fashion. You want me to try and find something else?”“Oh, no,
255. Brain Injury
“Follow me,” I’m being instructed as soon as I enter the quaint little house through the doors. I take a brief look around, my newly deepened senses getting acquainted with the new surroundings I’ve found myself in, and there's nothing to complain about. The lavender and cream scent that emanated from Estelle permeated every available surface of the house and then some, along with the intermingling scents of the cut flowers artistically arranged in various cute vases on almost every available flat surface, one vase each, and the smell of firewood burning in the fireplace. The wallpapers are mauve themes, the skirtings are white, and the floor is made of polished hardwood, and the house lighting is ambient. There is a window seat near the large window I failed to see from the outside, and the wall next to the window is covered with a bookrack. I squint at the old-looking books, trying to see if there are any names on the spines. Some have names, but a lot of them are nameless.Interest
254. Cover
I try to see if there are any materials lying around in what seems to be the backyard of the house, but there are only flowering plants and herbs, neatly grown in flowerbeds and growing heartily, all over the yard. It’s not fenced or gated, and while to me that looks like a bad move security-wise, I guess the residents of this quaint little house do not think so.It’s actually a cottage, by the looks of it, and extremely old-fashioned at that. Blue in color, freshly painted, with white windows and doors, as well as a black tiled roof that had an opening for a chimney.Smoke is coming out of the chimney, and the glow of evening lights emanates from behind the white curtains that had been put behind the windows. It looks homely, and surely someone living in a home like this would not turn away someone needing help, would they?I desperately wish I had something to cover myself, but sadly there is not, so I try to use my hand. Never have I felt this humiliated by a circumstance, and I h
253. Woods
There's something wet on my face. That is the first thing that registers in my mind when I start to gain consciousness from the sea of darkness that my being had been submerged in. The wetness is cold, cold enough to shock me into the real world from wherever it was I had been before, where darkness was a constant. The second thing I register is pain. It's the kind of pain that you would expect to overtake your body after extensive surgery done by some amateur medical professional after a rather terrifying car accident. I feel like I'm cut up and being sewn off raw, with needles pricking onto my skin from everywhere all at once. The wetness starts to increase, and soon enough through the pain, I realize that this had got to be water. What kind of water, I'm not sure. But judging by the force of the icy drops colliding with my skin, I feel like it's rain. Why am I being drenched by rain? Why do I feel so hurt? What's going on? I do not know, but I have been through enough harrowin
