Archer had her legs straddled on his hips, positioning her on her groin.Tangie found herself enveloped in a blend of passion and gentle warmth as Archer's hands trailed the curves of her body while kissing her tenderly. Tangie leaned closer, as if being seated on his thighs were not enough, she had her arms wrapped around his neck as she grinded on his groin. Archer gasped for air, and she boldly slipped her tongue into his mouth, their tongues danced with each other until they were both gasping for breath. Suddenly, Archer rolled to his side, laying Tangie underneath him while parts of his body lay over her.Archer deepened their kiss when Tangie tugged on his pajamas, pulling him towards her breasts as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Archer's shaft erected, poking the moisture in between her legs, leaving her in tingles. Soon, Tangie was gasping and moaning lightly, "Please, I want it... I want you,"Instantly, as if Archer had just regained his senses, he sprang up and s
Archer's reaction to Tangie was unexpected, she hadn't expected him to be upset and really leave her just because she asked to be left alone.Frustrated by the way the day progressed, Tangie heaved a sigh, wandering away. She strolled around and about until she circled to the garden. She stopped abruptly at the sight of broad shoulders backing her. Stubborn strands of his neatly cut hair danced in the air, sprawling from his forehead into his eye. Uncontrollably, Tangis longed to hear his voice, to just see his face even though they were not on good terms.Against her judgment, she sauntered over, and silently stood behind him for what seemed like forever. Mostly because she was waiting for his permission to join him. The other reason she could not speak to him was the richly garnished tray of breakfast laid out before him.Did she cook this? Tangie wondered, feeling her insecurities rising.Suddenly, Archer's voice broke into her thoughts, demanding answers,"Are you just going to
Archer and Tangie exchanged goodnight and goodbyes as if they were not going in the same direction. Trotting behind him, Archer could see her from his side eyes, fiddling with her dress nervously. He suddenly stopped and pivoted towards her."Are you okay?" "Yes," Tangie replied tersely, startled by his sudden movement."Then walk in front of me or beside me..."Without hesitation, Tangie scurried beside him and he unexpectedly took her hand.Together, they proceeded to the front door. Archer turned the doorknob slowly, careful not to wake Celestine and his sister. As the door creaked open, they were instantly greeted by balloons and showered in confetti on their first step into the house."One Night to the End of Singlehood" was beautifully crafted on the walls of his living room."What's all this?" Archer asked, confusion etched on his face. Meanwhile, Tangie was surprised, but excited. She could feel her eyes welling up in tearful excitement."You did all these for me?!" She sq
The new day began with wedding bells ringing at the door step of everyone in Utah. It was a worldwide news that the President of a world global company was getting married here in Utah. The Press took out their weapons, so did the rope one percent of the country. The dimly lit ballroom attracted not less eight hundred people including all the shareholders of the company.Christina Perri’s a thousand years was tuned in the background as Tangie strode down the aisle.An elegant evening wedding. It was perfect, Archer had given her just the type of wedding she always wanted. Even though they were more than eight hundred people in attendance, the ballroom was quiet and spaced into the evening. The spotlight was on her. It felt like her own model show. Slowly, she advanced to the altar. Tangie scanned the room, taking in the dimly lit faces of her audiences.Abruptly, her eyes met a strangely familiar face that raised the hots in her skin. The face of Eva Austin, Archer’s ex wife.Did A
Chapter 39Celebrations bells rang loudly in the hearts of everyone present. But especially in Doctor Mason’s heart. Throughout the evening, he strolled around declaring Archer as a very sensible young man. The confidence in his tone killed the ominous air that followed the previous rumor in the room and soon, Archer was celebrated as hero again.The occasion went by in a blur, Tangie could now be called Mrs Tangie. She didn’t mind dropping her reputable surname for her husband’s name, but it was against her family’s tradition. Her name could have remained that way too but not after the evening they had.She suddenly wanted to belong to him in all ways. As soon as they stepped into the privacy of their room, Tangie announced, “I’m going to carry your last name.” “Really?” Archer asked, surprised by the confidence of her announcement.Tangie nodded surely, “I will be Tangie Sullivan-Williams.”“I like it,” Archer smiled softly, watching her admire her reflection in the mirror.Sudd
Archer's car pulled over at the restaurant area of the Hotel. He had placed an order to pick up a tray of breakfast for his wife.As he stepped into the restaurant, Archer sighted himself on the TV, he didn't know their wedding had gone viral. The concept of the wedding was much talked about. He slowed his pace just to take in the moments that were caught on camera. The general public was not wrong to hype up the wedding. Archer admitted to himself that they were gorgeous together. The moments as he relived it felt like the evening was made for just the two of them. His lips unconsciously lifted in a soft smile. The clip on TV zoomed on Tangie glowing with ethereal beauty and his heart fluttered.Right there, at that moment, he realized his feelings for Tangie.He didn't just care about her, he was beginning to love her. Abruptly, the angle shifted to his best man standing behind him with a proud smile on his face. He scoffed, "Celestine," the last time I heard from him was when he
Archer abruptly left the dining table, his attention shifted to the message received.He synced his phone to the laptop and the received message popped up on the screen as encrypted."Interesting..." Archer sighed."What about it?" Tangie asked, "it doesn't seem there's much there.""We can't just dismiss it until we know its content. This might just be the missing piece," Archer replied, dialing a number on his phone. The receiver's voice echoed in the background drawing Archer's attention to him."What do you know about encrypted messages, Celestine?" He asked urgently. Sensing the urgency in his tone, Celestine raised an eyebrow, "are you working on your honeymoon?"Archer grinned, "No working here, Mr Devant. Just enjoying breakfast with Tangie. Tell me what you know about encrypted messages."Celestine listened attentively before replying, "I don't know a lot. Just the basics...""I hope the basics you know will be enough to decode a message.""Why the sudden interest in such
Archer was just a normal man, married to Eva Austin before he went to prison. It was his time in prison that taught him martial arts. Even though Master Woods knew he was talented from the beginning, he didn’t go easy on him. He was relentless in his training, pushing him to his limits and beyond.Hence, Archer learnt Martial Arts from the very best in the field and in a very short period.Somehow, as Tangie watched him overpowering six armed men at once without sustaining any injury. Her trust in him began to waver. He was impressive but dangerous to be able to inflict that level of violence."Who are you?" Tangie wondered aloud, her voice trembling with fear. "Are you a thug? Where did you learn to fight like that?"All Archer had to do was explain his commitment to the lessons, and show her the many scars he sustained during his training.However, he decided to keep that part of his life away from people’s knowledge. "That is not important right now, Tangie. Let's get you to sa
Despite the turbulent three months that drove Archer to the brink of insanity, he was grateful for the life he had. A new life where he wasn't looked down on. His wife believed in him and loved him for him, not the money or the status.He had someone he could call a friend, a best friend, and he could take care of the people his Master left behind. At thirty two, he was the City's most wealthy CEO, and he was still as humble as ever.His asthma cure was a hit in the medical industry, recognized world wide, but the billions of dollars he made from the sales was not compared to the relief that his wife was no longer an asthma patient. She was in fact, just a healthy eight weeks pregnant woman."I'm going to be a father soon," was Archer's new mantra. For every decision he made, he considered his new status- Father.Every morning he woke up, he kissed Tangie on the forehead and then progressed to the stomach and spoke to his baby until Mariah announced breakfast was ready.This morni
The ride back home was quiet, unsettlingly quiet for Celestine. Archer had not said a single word since they left the court. He simply clutched on the document and kept his face turned to the window.Every passing moment had him wondering what was going through his mind. Did he feel sorry for Master Woods? Was it guilt?Celestine shook his head, snapping off the thought quickly. Master Woods had what was coming, he was only lucky to have faked his entire existence and go unnoticed for ten years.The car rounded into the large mansion, the sun had began to dip in the horizon, casting a golden afterglow on the contours amd corners of the house.Tangie hurried out of the house at the sound of the car zooming into the compound. She had been eagerly awaiting his arrival, desperate to wrap her arms around him and reassure him that his new family would always be with him.But she instantly went blank as Archer approached her. He looked so devastated that she couldn't bring herself to say any
"The President of Sterling Groups," the court officer announced immediately Archer stepped in.Celestine cast a disapproving glance at the announcer as they settled into their seat.Master Woods was guided onto the dock in hand cuffs. He couldn't save himself from the Supreme Federal Court.While bribing the authorities of the city, he had forgotten about the higher authority- The authority of the federal."He looks worse than the last time we saw him," Celestine whispered, almost excitedly. Archer remained quiet, unmoving in fact. Despite the nice and relieving feeling that a criminal and terrorist of both him and the city had finally been caught, Archer couldn't deny the fact that the man in questiom was his father, at least to an extent.Even as he confessed to his crimes, Archer wished it were not true. He silently wished everything could go back to how it was, before it all went bad.However, it was impossible. He was now awaiting the Jury's verdict and Archer was certain, it wou
"A trip?" Celestine repeated, surprised that he was suggesting a trip in the heat of things. "Have you noticed the high demand we have? It is almost impossible to produce enough for one continent, save five continents and you're talking about a trip?"Archer exhaled softly, a slight frown crossed his face. "We've had a very rocky time, I thought we could all just take a nap somewhere in Vietnam or Thailand, anywhere but here...""We can't be anywhere else but here for now," Celestine scolded, "As your executive manager, I forbid it." As he spoke the last bid, a smile of pride etched on his features. "Are you that happy?" Archer asked, observing his wide smile."I'm beyond happy," Celestine replied quickly, "I'm going to work so hard, I didn't do anything to earn this position but now that I have, I must deserve it."As Archer gazed at him, a thought crossed his mind but he kept it to himself."Let's go home," he said. Celestine glanced at his wristwatch only to notice that it was
THREE WEEKS LATERFor the past three weeks, Master Woods of the Bennett Temple, foster father and mentor of Archer Williams was dragged to pieces on the internet. His double identity, his atrocities, the chaos he secretly instigated, and the people on his payroll. No one was safe. Archer made sure of it. The truth of the brutal murders of Mr. Mathew Sullivan had finally surfaced, and everyone who had once looked down on Archer was on their knees begging to be on his good side, but that was far from what Archer wanted. He wanted all of them to keep away from him. He only wanted to be with his family and friends. To be a good father to his child, a good friend to his friends, and a good mentor to the people who now looked up to him. For the first time, he craved a normal life, a life as normal as a regular man.However, that sort of life was almost impossible for him. He was, after all, the only son of his parents, and he knew his father’s belief in the supernatural was not just a me
Chapter 152Fred watched Mercy’s lips move without hearing the words come out.The unfolding revelation had him analyzing and examining his life. Just like Mr. Mathew, he had allowed Master Woods detect his life. He did everything Master Woods just to be accepted and be genuinely acknowledged, yet the harder he tried, the lesser the man thought of him.“Tangie is right,” he thought to himself, “Just being disqualified to be an Arhat is not enough after he had taken many innocent lives and buried their dreams, both the living and dead.”The whole room went silent, stopped by his soliloquy which he didn’t know had been said out loud. “What are you talking about you ingrate?!” Master Woods burst out, like someone who had had enough of the banter. “You bunch of ungrateful idiots, especially you, Archer, I picked you up from the gutter and brushed off your specks of dirt, but here you are trying to destroy what I have spent years building?”“No!” Archer objected, his voice risingwith an
Everyone's heart raced with anticipation and curiosity. Wide eyes followed him as he pranced around the room, about to say something he was less than confident about. He had seen it in a vision, more like a dream, but what if it was just his imagination? What if he was so desperate to find the connection between Mr Mathew and Master Woods that he began to imagine and invoke unbelievable thoughts?Then again, he believed in the supernatural, after all, his father was a curator of the supernatural. He was confident in the gifts that had unlocked within him, yet he found himself doubting the very essence of the dream he had."You were so confident about the Master's atrocities a minute ago, but now your tongue is tied and you can't prove it." Li sneered.Archer paused and turned to face him. "Li, what's the one thing that can keep our Master from becoming an Arhat?"Master Woods leaned forward, putting a hand on Li, "Don't answer that," he urged.Li turned to the Master with mischief
Chapter 150Archer's voice resounded with conviction and no empathy. Master Woods squinted his eyes, gazing at him pensively.The room held its breath, both Mercy and Celestine were speechless, unaware if Archer was speaking in truth or if this was his way of coercing the truth from Master Woods.Tangie rose from her seat, disturbed by the tension of the room and needing some comfort, she walked over to Mariah. "I don't feel too good about this," She whispered. "Me neither," Mariah responded, her gaze flickering from Master Woods to Archer."Could you excuse us?" Master Woods finally spoke, breaking the silence.Everyone turned, exchanging confused glances at each other. "Everyone leave!" He bellowed angrily."Everyone here is my family, Master, and they will stay. I don't think there's anything to hide." Archer interjected, his voice laced with vigor.Master Woods chuckled wryly, "Archer, son, you cannot be greater than your master." "Sir," Archer returned, "I do not aspire to be
Chapter 149As he grunted in pain, he struggled to keep himself composed. To fight his enemy with his head high, he needed to wipe his tears and stand strong. But how could he fight against the one person he had trusted? Despite the truth of his betrayal, his heart yearned for him to tell him that it was all a lie. Tired and weak, Archer strolled over to the study desk, longing for something to lay his weight on.It was barely midday, yet he could feel his body giving out. Maybe it was the lack of rest, maybe it was the heaviness in his heart, but just as he settled on that desk. He caught his eyes closing against his will, completely oblivious to the faint footfalls outside the door. Celestine had been pacing up and through the hallway, unable to go in or walk away. His heart raced with empathy, he wondered what he could do to help his friend, without any answers coming to mind. As he stood there, glancing at his wristwatch repeatedly, approaching footsteps echoed in the distance,