Keith threw his head back and let out a laugh. “She just won't take the hint.”Camila's eyes narrowed on Keith who appeared to be too calm despite his ex-girlfriend's confrontation. She watched as he brushed the stray strands away from his face. “Your ex is so problematic. She didn't know that was your party, did she?*Keith thought about the answer to give her and he nodded hopefully she won't ask for an explanation. “No.”“And she doesn't know how wealthy you are?” Camila asked but Keith could tell that she already knew what the answer would be.Keith nodded, “Yes, for several reasons.”Camila smirked and emptied her wine glass, “Shall we?” She nudged her head at the stairs, “I'm in the mood for more wine.”“Yeah me too, let's go.”Keith gulped down nothing and silently agreed. He needed a drink for liquid courage so he wouldn't back down when he wanted to ask her to dance. He wondered what could be on Camila's mind as they silently made their way down the spiral stairs and as they
Keith kept his eyes on Camila as she spoke to one of the guests about her work. He watched how her eyes brimmed with pride each time the man complimented her, the way her resolve would go down a little when she laughed. She seemed less stiff, a clear sign she was relaxed. But the reason Keith was not fuming with jealousy while she conversed with another man was because he caught her glance in his direction more than once as she talked with the other man. Whenever he would meet her gaze his chest filled with a sense of pride that she was acknowledging him. But that didn't mean he still didn't want to bury his fist into the man's face for using up part of the time he was supposed to be spending with Camila. “Pretty girl you've got there,” Keith reluctantly dragged his gaze off Camila and twirled around to face Mrs. Genevieve. She was dressed in another dress from the one she had on earlier, he noted and her makeup was also now lighter and neutral looking.“Thank you. You did an excel
It's been a week since the incident at Keith's party and things have been going great with Keith. Not only has he not run into the Hockings family, his businesses were doing great, and things with Camila were going great. They have had more meetings and he could feel that Camila was more comfortable with him. Anytime they were together she would tease him and tell him about her day he listened to her rant about her work. She no longer kept their conversations strictly business and she seemed more inclined to have conversations with him.Keith leaned into the cushion of the car seat and glanced out the window. His life was going well and he couldn't wait for it to get better. And that will be happening sooner when he gets started on his revenge plan. The car finally pulled over to a stop and his driver announced his arrival at his destination. “Thank you,” he mumbled and pushed the door open to get out of the car. A gust of wind welcomed him as he stepped out of the car, the warm feel
All eyes turned to Sheila where she stood poorly hidden behind the pillar, her eyes grew wide with fear as the armed men positioned themselves to face her and aimed their weapons at her. She gulped down nothing, the hair at the back of her neck was standing straight and a shudder went down her spine.This is not good, Sheila thought to herself, glancing around swiftly for an escape. Her gaze met briefly with Keith who sat with his legs crossed regarding her with a smile that made Sheila realize she had indeed made the wrong move coming in, she should have listened to Frank. “There is another one, boss,” A firm voice snapped everyone's attention from Sheila, and Sheila's eyes grew wide, the last ounce of hope she had deserting her as a man in a black suit shoved Frank into the center, holding him at gunpoint.She thought of making a run for it, but the cold metal that was pressed against her lower back killed the plan faster than a lighted matchstick. “Put your hands up where I can s
Sheila's face was so pale one would be worried that she would faint. She glanced around frantically hoping somebody_ or anybody would bust out laughing and tell her it was a joke and Keith was their butler. Anything else that didn't suggest Keith was rich.“That's not true,” Sheila said, shaking her head left to right as if to shake off what she had just heard.Frank stayed completely still with his mouth wide open. How on earth could the Keith that had been begging him for more days so he could pay off his debt, the Keith who had been hustling his ass off, how did he manage to own a company. Not just any company but the Ancient Wealth companies. Frank knew nothing much about the company, no one knew anything about it, but the rumor about the company was that it belonged to very powerful people. Those people had been known as the wealthiest people in the world. And now it belonged to Keith Thompson, how could that be possible? The thought of it caused Frank's head to hurt and his clue
“What problem?” Sheila asked, her face marred with a frown as she took her attention from Frank to her father. She dropped her purse onto the center table.A gasp pulled all their attention away from Mr. Hockings to face Mrs. Hockings, “Sheila, what happened to your face?”Instinctively, Sheila raised her hand to her face to cover it. “It's not important.”Mr. Hockings dropped the files he was holding and matched to where Sheila was standing then pushed her hand off to examine her face. “Did this bastard hit you?” He glared at Frank advancing towards him.Sheila immediately got between them, “No Dad, can we please talk about this later? Let's discuss the problem first.” Mr. Hockings doesn't look convinced but backs away, “This better not be your doing Frank, or you are a dead man. Mark my words.” Frank didn't flinch as he watched with no reaction.“Your father ran into problems with some of his investments,” Mrs. Hockings explained.Mr. Hockings scoffed, “By some, you mean most. I w
The house was perfect, Keith thought as he stared at the large house. Camila had done it and managed to get him the perfect house and the best part was he was close to getting his perfect lady. “So Mr. Thompson,” Camila called, from beside him. He glanced down at her and smirked in response to the teasing glint in her eyes. “Yes, Mrs Joffery?”Camila smirked, “After an eternity of searching we finally got the perfect house for Keith Thompson.” Keith let out a quiet laugh, swinging an arm over Camila and drawing her to himself, and she instantly nestled into his side, something they had both gotten used to. “The perfect house for the perfect man.” He smirked, gesturing wildly at the house in his view. Camila snickered, elbowing him, “Aren't you very humble?” She mocked but the smile on her face grew wider.Keith groaned rubbing his side, “I'm not done yet, relax. The perfect house for the perfect man and founded by the perfect woman and together they live happily ever after.” Cam
Sheila paced angrily in her room, her hand subconsciously rubbing her right cheek softly, it still hurt from the sting of the slap and each time she felt the pain she cursed the man wishing him a horrible death. Keith thought he has won because he is fucking an old hag who was rolling in cash, he thought he could get away under her protection but she would prove him wrong, remind him who the boss is, and get her revenge. Keith had messed with the wrong person. She was going to get back at him no matter what, not even his old hag wouldn't be able to save him. Sheila stopped pacing, panting softly like she ran a marathon. The first day she met Keith was at a seminar which she had attended because her father was busy and couldn't go himself so she had to cover up for him. That day she wasn't only pissed to have to be attending a boring meeting about things that didn't matter to her but had to cancel plans that were actually important to come and act interested in stuff she didn't give