Bryan watched as the man stepped out of the car. It was certainly Tom, he was wearing a plain colored T-shirt and a pair of boots. A face cap covered his receding hairline and his wrists were wrapped with bands. He was the perfect picture of a man who had just arrived from the golf course. "Hello, Tom," Bryan said with a smirk as he came closer to the scene. The men all stared in apprehension, looking at both men and then at Ronnie who in turn was staring at his father expectantly. "Father, could you imagine what this dimwit said?" Ronnie asked just as his father got close enough. "Hey, son, how are you doing?" He asked but Ronnie didn't say anything, he kept looking at his after and trying to find out why he had arrived at his workplace. Could it really be that Bryan had just ordered him and he came? "Dad, what's going on? Did you come to pay me a visit?" He asked, looking at him with raised brows. Although, for as long as he had been back in the city, his father had never had re
Freda was humming in the dining room at her place. The chef and his assistant both hurried about the place, trying to make sure everything was in order. It has been two full hours and still, the meal wasn't exactly as Freda wanted it. "Mummy, don't tell me that you're still doing that tasting contest," Claire said as she walked into the kitchen. Freda was leaning on the counter over a lot of boiling...soup. Claire couldn't help herself as she asked, "Is that some kind of soup?""Get out of here and get dressed, we are having a guest in less than a few minutes and I can't have you looking like a freaking broke widow," she said and then muttered under her breath, "Not like the widow part would be a bad idea." Claire looked at the mixture on the fire again and shuddered as she walked out to the dining. She nearly bumped into one of the chefs who was holding what looked to be an entire lamb appendage. "Mum, are we having the entire family over?" She asked. But even as she asked, she kn
Claire was about to walk out of the dining when her mother suddenly caught sight of her and called her back. "What in the name of hell are you putting on?" She asked with wide eyes. "A dress, mum," Claire replied. Freda halted and glared at her dangerously. "You have to be insane to use that sarcastic tone on me! Have you listened to your goddamn mind! Why would you wear something so...so unappealing and you want to receive such an important guest?!" She snapped. Claire folded her hands, "I'm more comfortable in this dress, Mum, I don't want to put on something else," she replied as sternly as she could. But even with her stern face, her face still showed that she was downright terrified of her mother and she couldn't stand any form of confrontation. Freda must have seen it in her eyes too that she wasn't ready for a fight - not like she had ever been - and so she took advantage of it. "I'm going to make sure that you don't ruin this day for me!" Freda said coldly. Claire looked d
Claire walked to the door and was right beside her mother who gave the man a wide hug and then stepped aside, as if she was urging Claire to do the same. Disgusted, Claire quickly stepped out of the way before the fat man could envelop her in his very big arms. Caleb looked at Claire with a knowing look. His eyes didn't stay on her face for more than a few minutes, his gaze wandered to her legs and although it was covered, she began to feel exposed to his lustful gaze. "Welcome, senator, please come in," Freda said respectfully and led him into the living room. Caleb didn't bother sitting on the couch in the living room at all, he peeked into the doorway like the glutton that he was. "I can smell the sweetness of that toast from all the way here, let's go have breakfast, I'm sure that you've set out something special for me, just like last time," he said and waddled into the dining room. But he stopped right in his tracks when he saw that Bryan was right there on the dining table
Bryan looked at Freda closely. She had a very satisfied smirk on her face. Like she had planned out everything and knew exactly what Caleb was going to do. She was looking at him with a daring look. Almost like she knew there was no way out for him. "Get me the divorce papers at once!" She ordered one of the servants who left and hurried back with the file in her hands. "Take it and sign it, Bryan. I know that you may be everything but you're not a coward, this is the time for you to prove yourself to Claire l, let go of her," she said sternly. But Bryan merely smirked at her cheap tricks. She was not going to get the best of him and whatever she had tried to do, he was already one step ahead of her and he was going to win. "Did you just say that the only semi detached house in the city with a pool is what you want?" He asked. Freda glared at him, "Are you hard of hearing too? Or do you think that I should just get some cheap building that your broke ass can afford?" She asked rude
Caleb clutched his nose and turned to look at the man that had picked him. It was no other than Bryan and he didn't look remorseful at all. "You dare to lay hands on my wife?" He asked with a loud voice and at once kicked him behind his knee. The senator doubled over in pain and groaned. Freda hurried to his side to hold him before she toppled over on the floor and inflicted more damage on himself. "How dare you hurt the senator?!" She snapped angrily, "He's old enough to be your own father!" She added. Bryan looked at the man on the floor with disgust. He didn't deserve any of his pity and the only reason that he hadn't beaten him to a pulp first was because he didn't want Claire to be in trouble. Because she was now the CEO of the Oscar family, she was going to get in trouble for assaulting the senator especially since she was still married to Bryan. There would likely be a lawsuit and Claire was going to bring shame to the family when she hadn't even been the leader for more than
Chloe's eyes widened when she saw Sean slide across from her, her eyes greedily drinking him in.That was before she remembered that she was supposed to be angry, rearranging her features into one of annoyance.“What are you doing here?” She stared pointedly at her tea, stirring harder than intended. “Are you able to finally come up from air from that woman's legs?” She spat out that woman as though Rebecca were a tramp.Sean just looked at her. She could feel his gaze burning through her scalp. “If I didn't know you any better, I'd think you were jealous.”Now that prompted her to raise her head. “Why would I be? We aren't dating anymore.”“And whose fault is that?” He retorted, sounding as though he'd been wanting to use that line.She huffed, folding her arms against her chest. “Well then, I'm sorry I hopped on several flights to come see you. Apparently, this has been a waste of time, you can go back to your hotel. I'll be fine.”Sean sighed, rubbing at his temple. That gave her the
Her mother. That was one topic that Claire didn’t ever want to talk about. Especially with Bryan. She had come to terms that the secret her mother had to keep would have to go with both of them six feet deep and she would do everything to make sure that happened. “There’s nothing between us, she’s just my mother and__” she began to say but Bryan raised his hands and told her to stop lying. “I have been around you long enough to know that Freda has something she is using to control you, I just don’t know it yet, and trust me when I tell you that I will find out!” He stated, “You would make this a whole easier for me if you could just tell me what it is.”Claire was biting her lips. A nervous habit that she picked up a long time ago and had been unable to part with. She couldn’t speak to Bryan about it. She had to keep it to herself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bryan. My mother and I just have a healthy relationship, I love and respect my mother like I should__” Bryan su