Slade was moved to the depth of his being as he stared at her. There were tears rolling from his eyes as he swallowed, letting all the emotions out. "It was you wasn't it?" He asked softly, trying to create a conversation, yet not wanting to wake her up. "The Poppings that called the cops the night of the evil occurrence. It was you."Slade had been thinking about it ever since David mentioned those words. There was no other person whom he knew by that name. In fact, he was the one who gave Mamita that name long ago. It was a dull evening and they were playing on the lawn. Slade ran to a young and extremely pretty lady who was sitting on a reclining chair by the pool. There was a tablet in his hand. "Look at her. She looks like you." Young Slade had said, pointing at a lady's picture on the tablet. "Oh, Slade. Don't flatter me." The lady had chuckled, blushing a little when she saw the person in the picture. "No. She looks like you. I'm very sure." Young Slade had innocently ar
Slade was clueless as he stood there. There was nothing he could relate this situation to. In fact, he had no idea from where these man came. While he was shopping for the clothes, he didn't see any of them around. Thinking about it closely, Slade realised that when he entered into the boutique, there was no one at the door. There was no security man!This makes Slade even more stunned to see the men! Did they spawn out of thin air? There was no telling. All he could worry about was what was happening! Why did the alarm system of the boutique suddenly go off? Why are these men surrounding him?"Step aside sir." A feminine voice was heard. Slade turned to see the sales rep walking out of the counter. She was approaching Slade. She was a tall lady with long legs and nice curves. Slade shouldn't be bothered about what she looked like. He already had enough on his plate. "Can you please tell me what is happening?" Slade asked, still standing where he was. Even if he was to step asi
Slade just sat staring at the man. This would be the first time ever that he would hear something like this. The alarm system of a company trips off because of a card? Because of the amount that a card holds?Alarms were usually connected to serious situations in companies, like for example when there is a case of robbery or theft!Slade couldn't help but wonder right now. If this store trips its alarm off over a card, then what would happen if there's a real calamity, like robbery or fire?Would the whole building be glowing red? Slade couldn't begin to imagine. "You see, sir, there's a math working here. If a card can hold fifty thousand dollars. Then the owner of the card at least has two hundred thousand in their savings. That's the rule here according to TBOP.""In few words, your card seems to exceed a hundred million dollars value and the machine couldn't process the payment." The manager paused for a moment. At this point, his face changed a little bit. There seemed to be s
Candyce was offended by what that man had just said. The man who had referred to her as one of Slade's mistresses. "Look at his dress. It looked like the same dress that man from the Nyther-Rim video wore." Another person added. "Could he be the boss that the internet has been talking about?""Do you mean the boss of Lord JK?" "I mean that would make sense. Giving the fact that his card tripped the alarm off."The clientele continued to argue over the same bone of contention. Candyce on the other hand was not willing to let this slide. She wanted lash out back at the man who had referred to her as an option!Slade also heard what the man had said. He also knew that Candyce was a kind of person who would react immediately if she feel in a way about something. She wasn't the type to hold her emotions back. "Hey!" Candyce called at the man who had said such a thing about her. She was going to turn around when she felt a strong arm around her waist. She shivered at the firm touch t
"I told you not to turn around." Slade scolded, but Candyce didn't break the gaze. Her eyes remained glued to Slade's chest. When Slade saw her reaction, he slowly looked down at his own chest. There were at least five long scars that were inter-connected across his chest. These scars used to be gores that were filled with flesh over the course of time. When Candyce saw this, she couldn't help but be scared and terrified. What could have happened to Slade that left so many scars all over his chest?She slowly started to reach her hand out. She was scared but curious. Slade didn't stop her. He realised that she was already too smitten to be pulled back. The tip of her finger touch the first crack in his skin. She shuddered when she registered the touch. Slowly, she gained some confidence and began to trace her finger through the hollow of that scar till she got to the T-junction of scars on his chest. She gasped. She lifted her gaze to look at him. His eyes were dark and cold. H
A stem of rage shot up inside Candyce as soon as she heard the voice. There were two major reasons why she was getting so mad. The first was because she had just heard the voice of a lady. As if that was not enough, the lady had proceeded to use endearing words and remarks to address Slade. She started to think of who the caller could be. The caller had just talked about some party. She could recall vividly that she and Slade were on their way to a birthday party! Could the organiser of this party be calling Slade?Could it really be the perfume girl? Candyce was having a hard time coming to terms with her thoughts. If the perfume girl was actually calling Slade, what does that go to prove? Could it be that Slade is in a relationship with someone else? Could Slade really be a two-timer? Was he planning on playing her?Candyce had a lot of thoughts flying from one corner of her brain to the other. "Don't give me cold shoulders, sweetie. It's been a day or two since the last incide
Mariana saw Vixton talking to someone but she didn't know who the person was. She only saw the backview of the person. "Don't you think that is Slade?" A feminine voice said beside her. "Are you dumb? What Slade!" She scoffed. "Didn't you see how well that man is dressed. Where would Slade get the money to afford such luxury! Not in this lifetime. Not even if he repeated twenty lifetimes." She scoffed. All of a sudden, Mariana stopped laughing and turned to look at the person she had been talking with. "Celia!!!" She exclaimed when she saw her cousin. "What the hell are you doing here? Who told you that you could come?" She scolded. "Do you hate me that much, Marian? How could you say cruel things like that?""I'm just worried about you. Why did you even bother to come when you know that you won't be allowed in?" Mariana didn't stop for a moment. "Did you stop to think that this party is an exclusive one? Admission is strictly based on invite!" Celia looked hurt by the continous
"My name is Dexter Havill, and I would love to keep your company today." Dexter offered, reaching his hand out to Candyce. Candyce didn't take his hand. Instead, she was rather infuriated that someone out of nowhere had the effrontery to make such an offer to her. Candyce was not the type to swoon over men that came her way. In fact, she has had a lot of wealthy men, and their children make an assembly just to get into her good books. Every passing day, her list of suitors was continuously updated. She had never for once taken it seriously. She wanted to be able to choose for herself. She was sick of them."Did he just call himself Dexter? Is that really Dexter?" Some girls were muttering as soon as Dexter stepped forward. "He is the grandson of the patriach of the Havill family. The only son of Calvin Havill." Another person added. When Dexter heard the people talking about him, all he did was smile. The fact that the people knew whom he was meant that they would respect him. If