Camila nodded. It was obvious that was the case, “Those motherfuckers are trying to get to Keith through me.”She doesn't have a chance to listen to his reply as she is interrupted by the sound of the door being pulled open. She flinched In surprise as if hurt, a squeak slipping out of her parted lips as she twirled around to face the door. She hadn't expected Keith to come out of the office this soon, was he not supposed to still be watching the video? Her eyes met with his and she watched as his brows drew together at the sight of her. She watched the light in his eyes get replaced with confusion, which left her wondering why he looked happy some minutes ago.“Why are you still here? I thought you wanted to go to the kitchen first?” He questioned, eyeing her up to do before his eyes moved to the phone she had pressed against her ear and then back to study her face. “Is everything alright?” he questioned, probably noticing the expression on her face.“Hello? Boss lady? Still there, b
Keith suddenly paused the video and zoomed in, “Now look in closely, what do you see?”Camila squinted her eyes and leaned in closer to take a better look at what he was trying to show her. At first all she saw was the hand and the gun and she was about to raise her point, maybe she hadn't been entirely wrong about Keith finding anything new with the video.“Focus on his arm, darling,” he said so close to her ear but she didn't let this distract her this time as she leaned in again to get another look at the arm like he had said.Okay, so she was looking keenly at the arm In question. All she sees is the gun. The arm itself and then a tattoo. She sat up in a jolt and then frowned, a tattoo. She leaned in once again and took a closer look at the ink on the man's hand, had that always been there? How come she has never noticed that? “A tattoo,” she blurted out.“Indeed it is a tattoo,” he repeated after her.She blinked and tore her gaze off the computer screen to look up at Keith in q
She gasped and immediately lunged forward and shoved him back.“Are you crazy? Do you want to hurt yourself?” she yelled at him, glaring at him although his gaze was locked on the ground with his stance tensed. “Keith, things might look bad but i need you to cool the fuck down,” she scolded. “Please,” she added, softly.Keith's head snapped upward and he raised his hand to his face to bury his face into his palm, mumbling things she could not hear since it was all jumbled up against his palms. She heaved a sigh, hating the sight of him like this. He was so distressed and anxious unlike the calm and gentle Keith she was accustomed to and had come to love. She froze, with her eyes wide with horror. There is it again_ a single word with four letters but with so much meaning and implication. It wasn't new to her, she knew there was no need denying it anymore. She loved Keith and she was certain he loved her back _ he had to live her back, shs hoped. But they have spoken about marriage an
Keith looked like he was about to say something but the ringing of a phone snapped both their attention off each other to where the sound was coming from. He snatched up his phone from where it laid on the desk, his hand still holding hers.Keith felt his jaw clenched tightly as he peered down the screen to look at who was calling him and his anger didn't feel better as he saw the name of the cop in charge of the case flashed on the screen, the tones from his phone playing softly into their ears. If it was up to him then he would leave the phone ringing without trying to pick it up or maybe just pick it up and tell the very useless man to go to hell but he glanced down at Camila and immediately canceled both thoughts, she wouldn't be pleased if he did that and the last thing he needed this morning was to push Camila to the edge and get more on her bad side this morning, it would only worsen the case. And like Camila would always tell him about there being no excuse for being a full-ti
“Everything alright?” She mouthed at him.Keith nodded, despite all his attention on what the policeman could possibly want to tell him, but it was easy to detect that from the urgency and fear in his voice there was something important he had to share with her, and that made him get on edge, it could not be possible that things could get any worse from this point. But then again what could be worse than a bounty poster of his girlfriend that is somewhere on the internet while some disgusting men are staring at it and plotting on how to give her the scare of her life, planning to come after her like the sick lunatics they were. The thought of it sent a shudder down his spine, he could picture vividly the way the man at the car incident had held up the gun and aimed it at the car. The man could have shot the car that day and Camila could have gotten into an accident, she could have died. The color drained from his face and his stance stiffened at the thought but before Camila could ope
Mr. Hockings was staring down at his phone with a frown spread across his face, his brows drawn together in concentration and confusion. His eyes darkened as his eyes scanned through the screen of his phone. Mrs. Hockings hurried down the staircase with a large smile, dressed in a long gold dress, her face adorned with makeup and her hair styled to match the outfit she had on, her feet were tucked in a small heel black heel and she was holding out two black bags.She halted her steps when her eyes collided with her husband's figure, sitting with his attention on his phone and it appeared that he had not even noticed her coming into the living room. Her once smiling face scrunched up into a frown as she took in her husband who was still not dressed for the occasion and was dressed instead in casual wear.“Why are you still seated here? This was the exact position I left you in,” she complained, eyeing her husband, “You should be getting ready, I would not want us to be late.”“Oh, shut
“If you are comfortable with the suffering then you might as well stay here and suffer alone, it was all your fault to begin with.” Mrs. Hockings snapped at her husband, her voice thick with emotions and her eyes darkened with anger as she regarded her husband.“My fault?” Mr. Hockings asked, sitting upright.“Yes, if you hadn't gotten Sheila to go for Keith then none of this would have happened,” Mrs. Hockings fired at him.There was a moment of silence as Mr. Hockings took in the sight of his fuming wife and then suddenly he threw his head back and began laughing wildly, “Now you point fingers? Isn't that very hypocritical of you, huh? When I was making the plan to dump Thompson's ass you were right there, were you not? I didn't do it behind your back and I didn't hold your mouth to keep you from objecting and I am a hundred percent sure that day when I asked if you were with me or not, you told me you were with me. Who knows, maybe if you had opposed my idea that day then we would
Mrs. Hockings’ jaw dropped as the car stopped before a house that looked like it was straight out of fairytale land. The house was magnificent _ it would be the third time her mouth had dropped down at the sights before her. The first time was when the white limousine had stopped in front of the house and the man, Kevin who announced himself as Abraham Connor's assigned driver had stepped out to tell them that he would be the one driving them to their destination for the day. She glanced at her husband and heaved a sigh of relief. She was more than relieved that her husband came with her, she was not sure how she would have to deal with the overwhelming feeling of being in such a sophisticated presence after so long of being a social outcast. That day at the court session, one of her friends had witnessed the whole session and even took a video and had gone to show it to all her other friends so when she had approached her friends in the hope of comfort after the entire event that we