ARTHUR GLANCED BACK briefly as he hurried through the dark hallway, he could still see the silhouette of the lady following him. "What the hell?" He muttered to himself as he burst through the door of the employee restrooms. He went to the hand basin and poured water from the tap onto his face. As expected, a few seconds later, the door opened and the lady walked in. Arthur looked at her through the mirror and then turned, "I'm sorry, ma'am but you can't be here. This is the male employee's bathroom," She smirked and walked forward, "Are you going to carry me out?" She asked slowly as she approached Arthur. "What do you want?" Arthur asked gripping the edge of the basin. "I remembered you from that restaurant that day," The lady said. "You've gotten even hotter. More…" she touched his upper arms, "Masculine and harder." Arthur slicked out of her grasp. "So what do you want with me?" He asked. "I want you," The lady said, walking forward again. Arthur took a step back. "Listen,
"WE SHOULD DO this again," Moriah said, running her fingers over Arthur's chest. Arthur groaned and sat up. The past 3 hours had passed in a blur. He had come over to Moriah's house and they had had sex, and it had felt good at the time, but now, he felt like shit. "No, we shouldn't." He sat up and grabbed his shorts from the floor. "I don't want to see or hear from you again. Just stay away from me.""I can't do that," Moriah said, sitting up and missing closer to Arthur who flinched and stood up. "Oh, that's how it is, huh?" Moriah asked, clutching the sheets to her chest. Arthur ignored her and started dressing up. "Maybe you won't ever see me again, because when I tell Brandon that you raped me, you will be floating dead in the Atlantic Ocean."Arthur stilled and turned to look at her. "What? You can't do that." He said. "I didn't rape you, you came at me first." "Who will he believe? Me or you?" Moriah asked and laughed. "You are now stuck with me."Arthur, who was already re
"Liver problem?" He slid off the examination table. He knew the doctors would not be able to do anything to him. This was a punishment from the system, and Arthur knew that he was at the mercy of it. He groaned as he reached for his trousers and began to dress up. The nurse returned. "Mr. Salvatore?" He hurried over to stop him. "The doctor is not done with your diagnosis yet. You are supposed to lie back down until the doctor comes back," She started to direct him back to the bed. Arthur pushed her off. "I am alright," He said. He coughed and wiped the blood from his lips. "I know what is wrong with me." "What?" The nurse asked, dumbfounded. "I'm leaving already," Arthur muttered. "At least, wait until the doctor comes back. He will prescribe some things to aid with the pain if it is the cost of scanning and surgery that you are worried about." This time, it was Arthur's turn to be dumbfounded. "What?" He asked. "Maybe you are worried that you would not be able to pay for th
ARTHUR'S HEAD WAS reeling as he saw the "rejected" and low whine of the paying machine. He glanced around to see if anybody else had noticed, luckily, the people around him, including Brandon Cole were more interested in their food. "Could you try it again?" He asked the waitress who sneered and swiped the card through the machine again. When it still blinked red and showed "rejected", she rolled her eyes. "It is still rejected, sir," She scoffed. "I will have to call the police to arrest you for attempted fr "What?" Arthur asked. "System, show me my status," he muttered. There was no answer from the system. Arthur cursed under his breath. So this was all a punishment from the system. He sighed and thought of what to do. He had some little cash at home. It was only bout 10,000 dollars but he wondered if the restaurant would allow him to leave without paying to get the money as if the money would even cover his bills. "Sir?" The waitress snapped. "Did you come here to eat on a s
THE RIDE BACK home was uneventful for Arthur. The pain in his abdomen had reduced, and the drugs were making him fall asleep. After a few minutes, the taxi pulled in front of Arthur's apartment. He paid his fare, gave the driver a tip, and then proceeded to walk into the house. He was startled to see a big figure seated on his couch. "Arthur!" The figure said, standing up and turning to face him. It was his stepbrother. "Liam," Arthur replied sourly. "I was starting to think when you would be back," Liam said cheerily. "Where did you go?"Arthur ignored the question and instead, said, "You have to stop breaking into my house like this," Arthur walked across the room and sat down on a chair. "What?" Liam laughed easily. "It's not breaking in if the door wasn't locked," He said. Arthur yawned. All he wanted to do now was to go back to bed and sleep off the pain. "What are you doing here?" Arthur asked. Liam shrugged. "You know, I was in this part of the country and decided to hop
"THE TREASURY DEPARTMENT?" Arthur asked. "What for?" "You are a suspected criminal," the manager said slyly. "They are the ones that handle things like that." "I am not a criminal, my money is locked," Arthur argued. "You have no proof that the money is yours," The manager said. "It could be the money of some poor bloke in another city, maybe Texas, that you have scammed and taken his money." "What are you talking about?" Arthur was lost. "Or," the manager brought his index finger to his temple. "It could be the money gotten from selling arms or drugs like cocaine." Arthur kept quiet and just stared at the man. "The treasury department doesn't take it easy with men like that." The manager said. "Who knows what they would do to you? Maybe ship you off to a remote island prison in Siberia or Russia." Arthur pinned the man with a steady stare. "So what do you want to do?""I am supposed to do my normal duty and call the government officials to take you away," the manager said. Hi
THE TAXI ROCKED gently on its springs as it came to a stop in front of Arthur's house. He took one glance at it and was immediately tempted to spend half of the money in his account on acquiring a new house in a better environment. Maybe Beverly Hills. That was where many millionaires lived. But he shook his head and got into his small sitting room. At least he had a roof over his head and a place to sleep at night. And electricity, and running water, so he decided that he was good for now.He took a quick shower and dressed up in an expensive t-shirt, chinos trousers, and one of his shiny sneakers. He looked like he was going to party instead of going for a business deal. He styled his hair gently and picked his sunshade before walking out. 30 minutes later, he was in Le Savoureaux restaurant. The nice waiter who had welcomed him that morning recognized and welcomed him again. "Bonsoir, monsieur," The waiter greeted in French. "Would you like to have your seat and order something?
HE TOOK OUT his phone from his pocket and searched for a shop of automobiles around the area. There was one, not too far away from where they were, so he read out the address to the taxi driver who nodded and headed in that direction. They pulled over to a large shop with neon signs overhead. The neon lights were not turned on because it wasn't night. There was a massive showroom in front of the shop, and in the showroom were exotic looking cars from the biggest brands from all over the world. He spotted the latest BMW, Mercedes Benz, and Ford. They were all sparkling and shining under the room light. They gleamed and looked very expensive. But suddenly, Arthur was pensive about going into the shop, he looked around, and just beside the car shop, there was a mechanic's shop. It was also large, but not as large as the car shop. There was a man crouched in front of the mechanic's shop. He wore a black bandana around his hair, but a ponytail hung out the back. He wore very black glas