Ron extended his hands, frowning hard at his wife. How could she even think of that? If Bella could see herself through his eyes, then she’d know that he’d be mad to ever think of doing that.“That’s practically impossible. I took a vow and I will abide by it to the day I die,” Ron replied, eyes vague with an emotion she couldn’t decipher.There was a possibility that Ron wasn’t referring to just their wedding vows, but Bella couldn’t prove that. She eyed him warily. He stepped closer, placing his hands on her shoulder and staring into her eyes sincerely. “I didn’t want to distract you. The call was from an unknown number. It was not worth ruining your peaceful moment.”Bella could still feel how good his hands felt on her. Like the first time he had skillfully massaged her body, her nipples hardened and heat built between her legs.She began to see Ron in a new light. Indeed, she had married one of the most handsome men in the country. Many would die to kiss a man like her husband.
Ron had a memory from his past life and all the horrors that had come with it. He held the wall in the hallway next to the elevator, forcing him to believe that he was just seeing things. It was not possible, Ron decided and he pressed the button for the ground floor. Bella was safe in her company. Meanwhile, he needed to distract himself.He hailed a taxi and made his way to the Freckles. The job for Tilly was still pending. He intended to wrap it up quickly.“Shit,” Ron muttered when he realised he had forgotten to pick up his clothes from the dry cleaner. “Now I’d have to come back. The driver glanced at him through the rear view mirror. “The name’s Jason. Do you think you could give me a five star rating on the app?”Ron nodded, doing as he asked while the ride went on. It took about ten minutes for the man to weave through traffic and drop him off at the main entrance of the bar.Dull energy hovered about the space, but it was not yet past seven pm when nightlife usually kicked
That didn’t sound convincing to the boy waiter and Jonas saw his chance to ruin Ron further. He let out a laugh, folding his arms over his chest. “He’s obviously lying. This man is a lowlife who cooks and cleans for his rich wife every day.” Jonas scoffed and glared at Ron. “I’m certain he’s just here to beg money from the manager. You should send him away now.”The boy waiter observed him. He looked well-dressed in his business suit, but it was nothing flashy as he had just picked it up from the department store earlier. “Is what he said true, sir?”Ron nodded. “I am married to a beautiful woman whom I adore and cook and clean for because I don’t want her to lift a finger. If I could have my way, she would stop working, but unfortunately, my wife would have my head if I suggested that.”“Look here, Andre, I will give him my most exquisite painting worth a whole lot of millions if this man is here to do anything else other than beg.” Jonas sniggered because he didn’t believe a word
Jonas looked between the three of them. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs, realising that the customers in the bar were already focused on the scene.He didn’t realise they had piqued so much interest. People mumbled behind his back, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. He knew that his reputation as a mogul was about to be destroyed right here. Why hadn’t he just gone on his way after they jammed at the door? He could have waited to plot with the gangster again and take Ron down for certain.“There’s no need to be like that, Ron,” Jonas let out a nervous laugh.Ron smiled coldly. “You know, I wonder who looks like the beggar right now. If you claim to have so much money, then doing that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”He could have overlooked it for anyone else, but Jonas knew that would never be the case now. His fists clenched at his side as he glowered at Ron.This was payback. He could feel it. “It was just a harmless joke—““Mr. Jonas, you are wasting my
The gang men looked amongst themselves like Ron had a mental problem or was just blind that he couldn’t see that he was terribly outnumbered.Ron took off his suit jacket. This number was nothing he had faced before. A total of 15 men stood before him now and he was already calculating speed and time.One man against fifteen. He should be about to break history right now.The leader nudged his head and one of his goons picked up a table and smashed it hard on the ground. The poor wood broke into splinters, beyond repair. “No!” The manager rushed out from her hiding when she heard the ruckus, her pupils dilated at the sight of the crushed windows and the broken seat.“Stand back. I will handle this,” Ron told her as soon as he saw the fear in her eyes.She shook her head, wishing she had just given them their cuts and avoided this trouble. This man her sister provided for her wouldn’t be able to save her now.They were all dead meat.“Let me just settle them—“ Ron stopped her stutteri
Ron crossed his arms over his chest as his narrowed gaze fixed on the men pledging allegiance to him. They were just a bunch of fools, who didn’t have anything better to do.He turned to the manager. “Does it hurt a lot? I will help you get that cleaned in a bit.”She shook her head and nodded, all responses to his two different questions. He focused on the thugs again, who were still kneeling with their heads lowered.Once men like this pledged their loyalty, they would do whatever their boss wanted, even if it meant ordering them to jump into fire.“Stand up and leave,” Ron finally said.“Master, is there anything you’d like us to do?”He thought long and hard about it. The Freckles would no longer have customers because of the scene they had just displayed earlier. It would scare people off.“Market this place, then.” Ron made a thinking face, holding up the leader’s chin. “I want you to be in charge of doing that. What’s your name?”“Tiger,” the man said and Ron made a face at the
Ron shook her hand despite his unresolved problem. “It was nice doing business with you, ma’am.”She spared him a white smile, prolonging their hand shake and staring into his eyes. Ron felt uneasy. He cleared his throat and stepped back from her. “You must stop by one of these days. We’d love to serve you here,” the woman said, walking him out.Ron knew he’d have to come back here. The Black Scorpions which now belonged to him would be here for a while. He had another responsibility now.He waved at the manager and patted Tiger hard on the head, whispering in his ear. “I want you to imagine your parts scattered across the floor every time you take in the view of the room.” He drew his ear harder again. “Do a good job here, so I don’t make do on my promise.”The man gulped and bobbed his head until Ron let go of him. He put his jacket back on and arranged his cuffs. As Ron exited the building, his phone rang and he put it to his ear without checking the ID“Hello?”No answer.“Sena,
He took a seat beside one of his colleagues, “Good evening. Can you share with me your slides?”Ron wanted to figure out what exactly Adina intended on doing to solve her problem. His colleague opened it up and showed it to him. He saw that they include pressure as one of the tools to secure Erica Rowling’s partnership. Ron shook his head. A woman like that would despise being pressured.“This is the only idea you’ve come up with?”His colleague shrugged. “The director asked us to put this down from the get go. Not much work has been done yet.”Kate slid into the chair next to Ron, packing her hair into a bun. Ron eyed the flawless skin of her neck, it looked like velvet. He was a sucker for good skin.She noticed he had been staring. “What’s wrong, Ron?”“Oh, nothing. You have great skin—“Adina slapped the table in between them from behind, so they hadn’t seen her coming. A storm brewed in her gaze as she shouted.“I don’t want to see anyone engaging in conversation! Get to work so