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
Keith could feel Camila's eyes bore into his back as he made his way towards the restroom. He knew exactly where he was going since he was very familiar with the restaurant, this was not his first time coming here and he also happened to be well acquainted with the owner of the place, and were also into business together. And besides he had no business going into the restroom, he just had to go there and wait_It had been a day since Frank came to meet him desperate for his protection and he had been wondering ever since if he made the best choice by not helping. Frank was an asshole, a liar, a betrayal, and lots more but does that mean he deserved death? Keith had not doubted for a second when Frank said the Hockings would kill him, he knew just exactly what the vile Hockings family could do, after all, he had also been a victim of their whole charade and evil plots. Even though he did not trust Frank, he was not a man anyone should be trusting, and not to mention that Frank was n
“What you did was too far, Keith. You took away everything, did you ever think of how we'll survive?”“And I'm sure you thought about that too before leaving me to die in jail.”Sheila's mouth open agape as Keith fired back at her question, his eyes were blazing with different emotions but his composure remained completely normal if anyone were to be watching from the outside they would think he was all alone In here and not in any conversation whatsoever, and just his composure was enough to annoy Sheila and push her closer to the edge. By ‘closer to the edge' she meant, ‘I really wished I brought my gun and I could just blast this motherfucker brains out'Keith scoffed, “And I finally got her speechless, if only I had my phone with me now, I would take a picture of your face right now because it is more than priceless.”Sheila's jaw clenched and she took a daring step forward, her shoulders high up in a defensive stance almost looking stupidly confident as if she could succeed in be
The red haired that had been seated on his sit immediately jerked upward with her head bowed and her hands folded together meekly,“I'm sorry, Sir,” she rushed out quickly, a hint of a shiver in her voice showed she was afraid despite how relaxed she looked about the whole situation. “I shall take my leave now.”Keith nodded, “Ok, I appreciate you keeping my girlfriend company while I am gone.”The red haired cheeks became a brighter shade of red, and she made it a mission to keep her eyes on the ground, “It's nothing, Sir. I really should go,” and without waiting for arrival she bowed once more and began walking away hurriedly.“Do not forget what I told you,” Camila yelled after the red haired before turning to meet his gaze with a frown, “You scared my company away.”“What should she not forget?” Keith asked at the same time Camila spoke, he raised a brow at her as he processed her words, “What! How? All I did was thank her for keeping you company.”Camila scoffed, “Well your intim