Hello, my dear readers. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. So many players seem to be revealing themselves and just saw you no, something fascinating is coming soon as the story unfolds😄😄
As Duncan spoke those words, he was clearly issuing a challenge to Lisa. His confident tone hinted at a determination to prove himself as the better player. With that, Duncan cast a final glance at Lisa's room door before continuing his walk down the hallway. As he whistled, he suddenly halted in his tracks upon reaching Zinnia's room. Intrigued, he stood by the side of the door and peeped in through the partly-opened door. Inside, he saw Zinnia in tears, her distress evident on her face. Observing the scene, Duncan couldn't help but smile, finding some satisfaction in witnessing Zinnia's vulnerability. Zinnia's mother, Laila, noticing her daughter's tears, moved to comfort her. She approached the tissue box and took a tissue, urging Zinnia to stop crying. Her words carried a gentle tone, reflecting her motherly concern and desire to soothe Zinnia's emotions which went down the drain."My dear, stop crying," Laila encouraged, her voice filled with compassion. Duncan's joy
Duncan's intrigue was piqued by Peterson's request, prompting him to take a step forward in the hallway. He lowered his voice, adopting a firm yet hushed tone to ensure their conversation remained private and unheard by anyone. He was cautious about the potential consequences of their discussion being overheard. "What do you need me to do for you?" Duncan inquired, his voice carrying a sense of authority and curiosity. He was willing to entertain Peterson's request, albeit with a hint of skepticism. Peterson, desperate to gain Duncan's assistance, reiterated his plea, emphasizing his need for help. "Like I said, I need your help. Please, I want to see you, Duncan." The urgency in Peterson's voice was palpable, indicating the gravity of the situation from his perspective. However, Duncan maintained a dismissive and busy demeanor, refusing to entertain Peterson's request easily. "I'm busy," he replied curtly. "I don't see people like you who go after married women." His words car
Duncan, caught up in the ambiance of the bar, took a final glimpse at Peterson as he approached. Peterson's footsteps seemed to synchronize with the melodic, calming song emanating from the speakers, causing Duncan to unconsciously sway his head in rhythm. Taking a sip from his drink, Duncan's gaze inadvertently landed on a girl, and he unintentionally winked at her. However, instead of reciprocating the gesture, the girl frowned in response. In the midst of this interaction, Peterson reached Duncan's side and tapped him on the shoulder. His tone carried a hint of anger as he questioned Duncan's decision to keep his presence at the bar a secret. "Hey, I can see that you've been here for a while, but you deliberately chose not to inform me. Why?" Peterson asked, his frustration evident. However, despite Peterson's inquiries, Duncan remained silent, paying no attention to him. He continued to smile and enjoy his drink, seemingly indifferent to Peterson's growing irritation. Dun
Peterson felt Duncan's emotions were running high, and his words were fueled by anger and hurt, he didn't try to think that Duncan was trying to mess with his head a bit. However, Peterson was determined to maintain his own integrity and not let the situation devolve into further personal attacks. So he calmly requested. "Put Zinnia out of this, please." Seeing his words were annoying him the more, Duncan went on. "Why should I put her out of this? You slept with my wife, and now you want me to forget about it?" "Sorry to say but Zinnia threw herself at me," Peterson interjected. He didn't want to ruin his dignity anymore. "Yes, she's beautiful and attractive and I couldn't look away when she threw herself at me. She even gladly accepted that we had sex at one of their farmhouses." Not caring much about the revelations of his wife's dirty actions, Duncan went on moving his head to the rhyme of the song. Though deep down, Duncan felt his heart crushing again to know
In her penthouse, Karla focused on arranging the dining table, meticulously placing the silverware, plates, and glasses in their designated spots. She took pride in creating a warm and inviting atmosphere for her and Julie to enjoy their dinner together. The aroma of the food she had prepared filled the air, adding to the anticipation of the meal. As Julie entered the dining room, engrossed in her music with a headset on, she immediately noticed the delightful scent. She paused for a moment, momentarily distracted from her music. "Hm, a pleasant aroma is filling everywhere, I guess I know why now," Julie remarked with a smile, acknowledging Karla's efforts. Rose, appeared from the kitchen, carrying a steaming bowl of stew. She nodded respectfully to Julie. "She's really happy to see you again, Ms. Julie," Rose said warmly, her voice reflecting genuine fondness. Karla's face lit up at Rose's words. The bond between her and Julie was special, and it warmed her heart to know
"Lies. I can see through you, Karla," Julie said, her tone teasing yet persistent. "Tell me the truth now. He's your boyfriend." Karla, caught off guard once again, was taken aback by Julie's assumption. She coughed and lightly spat out the sip of water she had taken unintentionally. Regaining her composure, she replied, "What the fuck? He's not my boyfriend." Julie's playful smile persisted as she continued to press for answers. "Hmm. So who is he?" Karla hesitated for a moment, contemplating how much she wanted to reveal. Finally, she gave in, her voice filled with reluctance. "He's... nobody," she reluctantly admitted. Julie cleared her throat in a funny manner, clearly not convinced by Karla's response. It was evident that she believed there was more to the story than Karla was willing to share. As Julie continued to eat without pressing for more information, Karla found herself smiling, relieved that the topic had seemingly dropped for now. She couldn't help but refle
Finally, Karla took a deep breath, gathering her courage as Julie prepared to press further. Nodding slowly, she bit down on her lip, a mixture of apprehension and vulnerability evident on her face. She knew she had to open up and share her concerns."This woman... she became his first female friend, and I feel insecure because... I think she likes Duncan too," Karla finally admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of worry. Julie's eyes widened in surprise, her initial excitement giving way to a more empathetic expression. She reached out to comfort her cousin and friend, her tone reassuring."Come on, Karla. You can't say that. No matter what, go for your love. Trust in your heart." Karla sighed, her gaze fixed on the ground as she continued to share her apprehensions."But he has a better relationship with her than me. It's hard to believe, but we actually started on a bad note," Karla confessed, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and disbelief. Julie gasped, unable to
Karla's voice trembled slightly as she confirmed, "Yes, that's Peterson Rogers." Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, her mind racing to comprehend the significance of the sight before her. Julie, sensing Karla's astonishment, inquired further, her curiosity piqued. "Hmm, who is that man kneeling in front of him?" she asked, trying to confirm her own observation. Karla nodded, her attention still captivated by the unfolding scene on the screen. Julie, as if sensing Karla's unspoken thoughts, probed deeper, seeking to understand the context. "And why is he kneeling in front of him?" Julie asked, her voice filled with intrigue and curiosity. Karla finally tore her gaze away from the screen, meeting Julie's eyes. "Peterson Rogers... he's a famous man in the city," she responded, her voice tinged with awe and a hint of disbelief. The realization that Peterson Rogers, a prominent figure, was shown in such a vulnerable position in front of Duncan, left Karla bewildered, well that