Sheila's important business was Frank, and she knew her father also knew that but made no attempt to stop her, not like anyone could stop her. Frank Kinney had chosen the wrong people to throw under the bus and she was going to do the honors of showing him just how big of a mess he has gotten himself involved with.For a brief second, she thought about going to take her gun and just blast his head off but that would be too easy for such betrayal. So, she would do what she did best, play with her prey until all resistance broke, and then he was squirming beneath her and pleading for mercy. The whiff of breeze that hit Sheila only made her more annoyed as the wind scattered her hair. Her eyes met with a man standing by the gate, carrying a small suitcase, he was her father's driver, she took in his suitcase and the direction he was heading. The bastard was going to ditch the family. She sucked in a deep breath and stomped to where he stood, intentionally ignoring the suitcase and keepi
“You good for nothing scum,” Sheila screamed and shoved Frank back again, before giving him yet another slap_ at least that was what she thought because Frank had his fingers around her wrist holding her down before her hand could reach his face. “Let go of me, you fool.”Frank scoffed, “Or else what? You will beat me_,”Frank did not have the chance to complete his statement as Sheila raised her knee and hit it where the sun didn't shine. Frank released her immediately, holding his crutch and groaning in pain.Sheila adored her handwork with pride then smirked, “Or else that,” she scrunched her face in disgust and then raised her hand to her mouth to wipe her mouth, “And don't you ever think of touching me ever again,” she warned, vigorously wiping her mouth as if to wipe a stain. Frank scoffed, glaring at her despite the obvious pain on his face, “That was not how you felt yesterday, my dear girlfriend,” he mocked, eyeing her as he took cautious steps away from her.Sheila's frown
Camila heaved a deep sigh as she dropped her purse on the couch, then yanked the painful heel off her feet and shoved it aside in one kick. She growled and slumped onto the nearest couch in sight which also happened to be the largest of all the couches in the house. She laid on her back and slapped her palm over her face.“Camila!”She heard Keith call from outside but she did not have enough strength to open her mouth and give a response, so she lay still waiting for when he would notice her.“Camila! Ba_,” Keith trailed off and she suspected he must have noticed her and her suspicion was confirmed when she heard his approaching footsteps.“Baby, are you okay?” Keith quizzed, kneeling beside Camila, with his gaze studying her covered face worriedly. “Do you feel sick? Tired?” Camila grumbled something under her breath that Keith didn't quite catch. “Huh? Please say it again, baby. I'm beginning to worry,” Keith inched closer to her, pondering on whether he should yank her hand off
Frank heaved a sigh, biting down on his tongue. His face was as pale as someone who had seen a ghost, and he looked nothing like the man he was. He appeared to have lost some weight and unlike the properly ironed suit he was usually always wearing, he was just dressed casually in a random black round neck top and plain blue jeans but the most contradicting accessory to his character was the face cap he has on his face, pulled so closely to his face as if to shield his face. His shoulders were held up high but unlike his previous pride stance, he was held up in a more awkward and uncomfortable looking way, with tension oozing from him. Frank's hand automatically moved to his left arm and then ran his fingers against the surface of his bandaged wrist, his mind traveling to how he had gotten it, the venom and anger he had seen in the eyes of his ex girlfriend, and an involuntary shudder went down his spine, he gulped down nothing. It has been two days since the unfortunate accident had
Frank twirled around to see a young man standing behind him, “Please come with me, Mr. Thompson has been waiting.” Frank stiffened once more, why on earth does he keep getting the feeling that everyone in this entire building had been expecting his coming? What gave him more chills was that Keith Thompson was sitting patiently on his desk waiting for him, like a lion awaiting its prey. He let out a nervous chuckle as he took in the man standing before him dressed in a dark blue suit, and suddenly Frank regretted that he had come to the company dressed like this, he had no excuse for not getting all kitted up for the meeting really, but he now had no employee or any other person working under him and so it was hard for him to get things done himself, with the fact that he had not lifted a finger to do anything much in a long time. And how does one begin the process of washing clothes? He thought to himself, a picture of the heap of dirty suits he had in his laundry room. He snap
Frank was continually feeling pushed to the edge the more it appeared that Keith felt inconvincible. He rubbed his sweaty palms against the surface of his jeans and then gulped down nothing. This was his only option at the moment, it was either this or he died of fear from constantly looking over his shoulders because of the Hockings family on his tail. He glanced down at his bandaged wrist and brushed his fingers over the surface, and a shudder ran down in spine from fear of what Sheila could be plotting against him at this very moment, the promises she had whispered into his ears that day were still very much fresh in his mind_ and he has known Sheila Hockings long enough to know that she would so anything in her power to fulfill those promises.“You do not understand, Keith,” he said all in one breath, taking one step closer to Keith's desk.Keith eyed his movements suspiciously and his brows drew together in disapproval which Frank did not miss and took an intentional step back ho
Sheila stood at the edge of the restaurant, looking at the entrance anxiously. She was dressed suspiciously in all black, with an outrageous scarf tied around her face along with huge sunglasses masking her eyes. Her stomach grumbled loudly, catching the attention of some of the waiters and waitresses passing by,Sheila growled, with her face scrunched up in annoyance. “What are you all looking at?” She snapped angrily, even though both of her cheeks were flustered from embarrassment.The people immediately dispersed in an attempt to avoid her wrath, and once they were all out of sight Sheila's stomach growled once again, this time much louder than it was the last time. She bit down on her lower lips, then leaned forward to scam the area and luckily for her no one was within her radius and no one had heard that. The aroma of the food was almost on the brink of driving her insane, sending her self control down the drain, worsening her hunger and it only made it worse that she could not
Camila looked around the restaurant in awe, taking in each exquisite design and work of art, her mind easily figuring out that this place was a deal breaker and would be insanely expensive. As she approached the reception of the restaurant, she did more survey of the place, she did not pay any attention to Keith as he conversed with the blonde person who was currently typing something into the computer asking Keith some questions about his reservation, it was not until when Keith drawled so closely to her ear, sending a shudder down her spine that she finally snapped out of her daze,“I see you like the place,” Keith drawled into her ear.She giggled, inching away a bit. “Damn, that tickles.”Keith beamed, his face brightening with a teasing grin. “Why are you always so ticklish, you naughty girl?”Camila's face turned bright red and then she put a hand over his hand to pinch lightly, “Get your mind out of the gutters, lover boy. I'm ticklish, yes but it is completely normal.”“Of cou