“What the hell man!” Mason whispered yelled the moment he could grab hold of Young again and he laughed, the laughter a sound of pure amusement, he was quite of his friend. Mrs Lucy Martinez was one of the most vicious predator around, but her viciousness was masked with soft giggles and flirtatious grins and while to other people it made her more easy, approachable, but to Young he knew her well enough to recognize it for what it was, a mask she wore and changed to suit different occasions, and if anyone saw that side of her and thought that she was the devil she really was, then that person had not had the opportunity of meeting with David Martinez, her wolf of a husband. David made it a habit to prey on anyone with enough meat for him to feast on, and if the life of their son had not been placed solely in hands, then he was absolutely sure he would have fallen victim, that was one of the reasons his hospital was so well sponsored by the
Mason dodged through the crowd with Young on his heels, he was searching for his wife's family, he wondered why Scarlett told him nothing about her family's invitation to one of the most prestigious fundraising events, but he knew it was not wise to question her just yet. Living for some years now, he knew that she was more complicated than she seemed, she was easily triggered when she felt attacked and got on the defensive, so he would not ask, not until she came to him with the full story herself. So he strained his neck till he found them cluttered close to the edge of the crowd, they were in the party but still not quite a part of it, it was a subtle kind of rejection that only the people of high society could muster. They all looked dejected, it would have been funny if Scarlett was not right there as well with the exact same expression on her face. Mason sighed. It was hard knowing he had to help them. It almost left a bitter taste
Young swallowed his drink hurriedly and moved into the crowd as he caught sight of a familiar face. Now it was not just a familiar face, it was the dreaded kind, the kind he had not seen for years now. She was wearing a lovely blue dress with dangerously high slit at both sides, her shiny red hair was high upon her head like an expensive crown of amber flowers, and the rose shaped earrings dangled on her shoulders as she threw her head back and laughed her signature laugh that Young still knew so well and her bare neck glistened under the rays of light. She was still stunning, Young observed, and for a long time he had hated her for preying upon his friend like a determined succubus. As if sensing his eyes on her she turned around fully and faced him, and he watched as she squinted slowly, watching him intensely before something like determination dawned in her eyes and she began to move forward. Juliet Roberts. Young thought with a bitter taste in hi
“Whew.” Young breathed as he laughed together with Mark and Mason in the Wildes' new home. He was recounting the past events to Mark and the other was having a fit as he listened, sprawled on the luxurious sofa and laughing his brains out, while Mason sat with pursed lips, pretending not to listen to the conversation and work on his laptop, while his friends had the time of their lives as Young recounted his varied expressions throughout the experience to Mark and conveniently forgot to talk about the parts he played. Mason rolled his eyes again.“I cannot believe the nerve of Juliet.” Mark hollered as he shook his head. “Some people really do not change.”Young nodded as he thought about what Mark had said. “I guess you are right Mark.” He nodded. “Makes me wonder i
“Did you hear that?” Mason asked Rita after Brown left, raising a brow as he stared at her. Amusement lightening his eyes to a clear blue. Rita let out a small giggle as she gathered her things and stood up.“I heard from him, Sir. Quite well might I add?” She shrugged and Mason laughed, but he knew quite well it would be foolish to underestimate someone like Brown. The lifting of the decree would happen in three days' time, and he also knew that sitting around and chit chatting was a sure way to lose, so heaved himself up, still shaking his head with a slow and low chuckle.“Why? I think he just threatened me!” He exclaimed and Rita laughed along. Brown was a formidable opponent, that much was clear now.“He definitely did, Sir.&rdq
The chaos around him finally woke Ric up, he sat up slowly and stared around, unable to comprehend what had happened, why was his head aching so much? Why did he feel groggy? What exactly happened? He could not pinpoint it, but he knew he had to stand up right now, shaking the dizziness from his head, he tried and fell right back on his ass.“Oh my God!” Emerald gritted her teeth as she stared at her brother on the floor, and the negative attention he was busy attracting to himself and to her. Every press was not good press, she tugged on his shoulder. “Get up right now!” She shrieked. “Everyone is watching.” She paused and looked around frantically. “Dad is watching!”At this point Ric stumbled to his feet, regardless of the groggy feeling he felt, as soon as he stood, he f
Mark evaluated the vast expanse of land before him in wonder and astonishment, he really could not comprehend what his friend was trying to do here, but he respected it, should it work everybody would scramble for a part of it, it was a vision he understood well, but he wondered if Mason himself understood the magnitude of what he was trying to accomplish, it would not be an easy feat. And everyone was bound to attack him as doing this would ruin the balance of power in the industry. Nobody would sit idly while another is rapidly gaining rise in power. Him purchasing the Verona Park had already put him under inspection whether he knew it or not, or liked it or not. He was being monitored now as a person of interest, and Mark knew his friend, while ambitious and clever, would still never be as cruel and as manipulative as the big sharks in the pond. He was just not brought up that way, and Mark dropped the pair of binoculars he had been using to view t
“To Mason?!” Madam Rodney hollered furiously. “You could not find a better person to sell my legacy to?!” She screamed and Jason flinched, shuffling closer to Elicia for support, he really was quite bemused. For the life of him he could not grasp the turn of events, which was quite strange considering that he spent most of his precious days scheming and yet seemed to understand precious little about it. The reason however was quite clear and simple. Jason was just not very smart. I mean he liked to pretend he was, but most of the time he feigned confidence to hide the real bumbling fool that he was inside, and this was something Jason knew quite well but something that he refused to take the blame for and was more than ready to blame it on genetics.“Would you say something!” Madam Rodney yelled a command again as soon as Mason had walked out leaving the Rodney family gobsmacked. Scarlett shook her head in silence, and the action brought her unwanted attention.“You!” Madam Rodney tur
Mason was pacing as Scarlett reclined comfortably on his chair, a bandage around her wrists, and a blanket on her laps. She had barged into his office in tears and hysteria and Mason had ordered the building to be shut down after effectively banning anything from getting in or out. After that the cops were summoned and it was almost as if the first lady of the United States had been attacked, Scarlett rolled her eyes at the dramatics and hysteria around, particularly from her husband and she sighed again. She knew he was terrified for her sake and pissed as well, and she tried to convey to him through words and actions that she was fine, but it was something he was not even about to hear from her.“Sir, the young lady's family are outside.” A policeman said as he poked his head through the door, and Mason grimaced. “It seems news of the attack has circulated Sir. They moved fast.” At this, Mason groaned. The Rodneys were nothing if not determined to be a thorn in his neck. How come t