“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
Rohan jumps up from his position, shocked at what he sees. “What did you do to her?!” he screams, but a guard hits him across his face.Sprawled on the floor, he watches as Alston’s eyes glint with sadistic joy, his voice low but filled with glee. “I can’t believe this. You really did care for your wife.”“You asshole!”“I thought we both already established that.”Feeling his anger and hatred for Alston mounting, Rohan scrambles to his feet and charges at him, only for several guards to tackle him down.“You won’t get away with this!” he screams, struggling against the guards as Alston cackles in delight. “I’ll make sure of it!”“Oh, please do,” Alston smiles mockingly. “It would be so much fun if you try.”Rohan’s eyes narrow as his rage boils over. “You won’t make it out of this alive, Alston. I promise you that.”Alston only laughs. “Given our position, I should be the one handing out threats.”Sara hooks her arms around her older brother and says, “Let your guards handle them, Al
“These two,” another man says. “Four men are dead already. I guess Miss Sara will have the time of her life today.”He shifts his attention to Roy and adds, “Bring down your gun, Roy. Let’s start with the hunt.”Rohan is confused. Roy appearing here is not in their plans. Did he change sides already? Is he afraid of being on the losing end?Rohan looks back at Tyrianne and he knows that if anything happens to her as well, it is all his fault. He has to think of a way out of this.Then, Roy slowly puts his gun down and moves toward the other group. “I’m sorry, Hansel. I am specifically ordered by my mistress to allow you to contact me. She needed a survivor, so they will last longer during the hunting.”“Should I thank you for having Rosalyn killed?” he asks while thinking that what Roy is saying is exactly the reason why they are on the losing end now.“I hav