New arc starting, lol. Apologies for the delay. :)
Sara picks on her food as they eat. Rohan smiles. Seems like she’s being honest when she says she doesn’t like sweet food.“What is someone like you doing here, anyway?” she asks.“I told you. I am working part-time as a surfing instructor,” he answers. “Although, because I am a beginner, I primarily handle the administrative tasks.”“That’s what I am asking about. Why? You have money of your own. Why not build your own business?”“I like to learn new things.” He pauses before saying, “The ocean is beautiful, and I’ve long wanted to surf.”“Being a Rugge, you can do all that without doing part-time work.”“Hmmm, but I don’t think building a business around this hobby is a good idea.”“So you like surfing, but you don’t love it enough?”He chuckles. “I also don’t enjoy asking Rosalyn for money,” he adds, even if Rosalyn is financing his revenge against the Crowders.“I am guessing this is not your first part-time gig.”He grins. “It’s not. I’ve done part-time to almost everything, so y
It is an exclusive event, and by the time Rohan and Rosalyn arrived, the elegant ballroom is already filled with elites and Rohan can sense the rarified air of power and privilege that these people carry with them.“I really don’t think I should be here,” he whispers to Rosalyn, whose arm is intertwined around his.Rosalyn giggles. Lately, her mood is getting better, even if she already knows why he even approached her in the first place. “Don’t worry, Rohan. You are more good-looking than any of them here.”“I don’t mean physically.”“If it’s financially, you don’t have to worry about it as well. No one can defeat my financial power.” She tiptoes and then places a kiss on his cheeks. “And everything I have, you can use for your revenge,” she whispers.An usherette welcomes them and takes them into one of the tables. Seated, Rohan’s eyes travel around the hall. There is only one reason they attended this party—Sara Crowder—who is sitting in the far corner. She is with an older man wit
“Hello, Mr. Surfing Teacher.” Rohan turns towards the sweet voice. It is Sara Crowder, exactly the person he wanted to see. “Well, hello, Miss Sara Crowder,” Rohan greets. “What brings you to this humble place?” Rohan is in a cafe, working on some legal papers for the surfing school and shop. He is also hoping that he will come across Sara Crowder. As Roy mentioned, Sara made plans to return to the beach resort where they first met. “I was hoping to find you here,” she answers as she settles into the chair opposite him. “What are you doing?” “Just some papers.” “I’m open for surfing lessons if you have forgotten to ask.” This time, he smiles at her. “And when will that be?” “How about tomorrow?” she asks, leaning closer toward him. He leans towards her as well–as if he is drawn to her presence. “Are surfing lessons really what you have in mind?” “Nope,” she admits, smiling mischievously. “There are too many eyes in the city. If I want to flirt with you, I need to do it somew
Without another word, Sara leads Rohan out of the crowded club and into the cool night air. They walk in silence until they reach her private beach hut. She fumbles with her keys for a moment before finally opening the door.Once inside, she takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. The room is dark except for the soft glow of a lamp on her nightstand. Sara turns to face him, her eyes dark with desire in the flickering light.Without warning, she steps forward and presses her lips to his. Rohan is surprised for only a moment before he responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.As they kiss, Sara’s hands begin to roam over Rohan’s body, and he feels a growing sense of arousal. He breaks away from her lips and looks into her eyes.“Sara, I think I want you,” he admits huskily.“Then take me,” she replies, her own voice low and sensual.With that, Rohan begins to undress her, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. As he peels off her clo
Rosalyn and Rohan arrive at the gambling den with a mixture of nervous anticipation and excitement. As they walk through the entrance, they take in the sight before them. The walls are adorned with intricate mosaics of animals, plants, and stars.“This place is beautiful,” Rohan says, his voice audible over the soft music that plays in the background.Rosalyn nods in agreement, her gaze darting from one detail to the next.A tall, slender woman with long, dark hair and pale skin approaches them. She is wearing an extravagant dress with a long train of fabric trailing behind her.“I am the usherette,” she says with a smile.“That’s a nice dress,” Rosalyn comments.“I knew you will like it! When I heard you will come, I tried to make myself as striking as I possibly can!”“You didn’t fail in that regard,” she says. “You like to become a model?”“Oh god, yes, please! Mrs. Rosalyn Rugge, I am a fan of yours!”Rosalyn smiles. “Well then, here you go,” she adds, handing her a calling card.
Sara is lying on her chest, moaning as Rohan pounds her hard from behind. “That’s it, Hansel. Harder! Faster!” she screams, almost delirious. Rohan increases the pace, thrusting his hips into her faster and harder with each passing moment. She bites her lip, her hands clutching the bed sheets as she shudders in pleasure. Finally, Rohan thrusts one last time as he comes inside her with a deep groan of pleasure. Sara collapses onto the bed, panting and weak from her intense orgasm. Rohan turns her onto her back, and she hangs onto his neck as she rides hers. After a while, he realizes that she has fallen asleep. He gets up from the bed and takes a shower. When he’s done, he wraps a towel around his waist and goes out to get dressed. Once done, he glances at Sara on the bed. She is sleeping peacefully, so he leaves the room. He needs to take a couple of pictures and steal those documents that Roy mentioned. Smiling to himself, he makes his way out. Roy has mentioned where to find wh
Now armed with the evidence he needs, Rohan strides confidently toward Alston Crowder’s office. He pushes open the door and takes a quick glance around. Same as the ex-Governor’s office in Sara’s estate, this place is adorned with luxurious paintings. There is no lack of expensive pieces of furniture and shelves filled with books either—all tastefully placed around the room. But all of these pales in comparison to the imposing figure of Alston sitting at his desk, looking like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Rohan clears his throat. “Mr. Alston Crowder, I’m here to discuss a matter regarding your family’s business dealings.” “The guard told me what you came here for, Mr. Hansel Rugge. Does Rosalyn know?” “It doesn’t matter. The facts are simple. Your family has been using the prison as a hotel. You also have illegal offshore accounts which are hidden away from the authorities.” Alston chuckles. He slowly stands and walks around the desk. There is no fear in the way he carries hi
Rohan stares at his phone. Sara’s number is flickering on the screen. He has just done another round of investigation. However, even if he and Tyrianne spent their past few days in a whirlwind of investigation, they can’t seem to find whatever they were missing. Without a choice, he picks up his phone and dials Sara’s number. She answers at the first ring, “Hi Hansel! You miss me?” “Hi Sara, I need your help with something.” He hears a giggle on the other line before she says, “Anything for you, but on one condition.” “What is it?” “Come here, in my recent most favorite estate.” “I will go tomorrow.” “Come on, Hansel. I am here waiting—” and in a lower tone, she adds, “—naked.” “Okay, I will be there,” he answers. After ending the call, he sighs and mutters, “Better get this over with.” *************** It is already dark when he arrives at the estate. It is as quiet as he remembers it to be. No guards, no residents, except Sara and whoever is her most recent craving. Befor