The drive back to the hospital was an eventful one with Jennie from time to time checking out the clothes she had in her possession. “Do you like them?” Richardson asked, excited for her and happy that he was able to put a smile on her face after the embarrassing moment she had encountered in the first boutique.“I don’t like it, I love it!” she squealed. It was clear she was excited. This was the first time she was having something as expensive as this. She was happy, glad and all of them in between. Her emotions were through the roof.She looked at the man beside her, smoothly steering through the evening traffic as they headed back to the hospital.They had spent hours shopping for the perfect clothes. She had gotten them and they were all expensive.Richardson on the other hand remembered his first shopping experience with Tom. He had been insulted and looked down on, but as soon as Tom joined in, the atmosphere changed.It was evidently clear that people still hated the poo
Richardson stared at the woman sitting beside him with surprise in his eyes. Who was this woman, he thought, surveying her with his eyes.She had on a black tight crop top with a black mini skirt to boot. Her high heel shoes were black with laces flowing about them. They looked expensive. Great, he thought to himself, she was high maintenance.From the dim bar lights, he could tell that she had hazel eyes with brown long hair flowing across her face to the influence of the fan behind the counter.She had the face of a sex worker. Her jawline looked like it had had some work done on it while her lips were fuller than they would usually be.Yup, she was definitely a sex worker.He had to respond to her. Thinking of witty comments to come up with, he could not think of anyone so he ignored her, drinking down his beer while calling to the bartender.“Another,” he ordered.He had a lot on his mind to focus on, the woman was not his problem.Going back to his earlier thoughts, he start
When he was done with her, he pushed her aside, buckling his belt with a grunt which got her chuckling.“What’s funny?”“You are sexy,” she complimented, taking out a pack of cigarettes to smoke through. “You sure do know how to use your stuff. You got a girlfriend?”More chit chat, he thought, trying to not burst with anger. She had gotten what she wanted, why was she still hung up on talking to him?“None,” he blatantly said, taking her panties from the sink to toss to her. “Wear those. You don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea when we step outside.”“Relax hunny,” she laughed, wearing her panties before adjusting her clothes. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”This statement got a smile from him. He liked her way. She wasn’t going to be much trouble.Stepping out of the restroom with her following seconds later, they headed for the exit.“So are you going to ask for my number, hotshot?” she asked, putting her hand into his pocket to get out his phone.Tapping quickly
The two men arrived at the tennis court in the estate dressed in tennis clothes. The evening sun brimmed golden as they played around the court.Richardson was impressed at the physicality of his grandfather who was stronger than he looked.“You lose again, kid,” the man chuckled, before signaling to Tom to get him a towel.“Are you okay?” Richardson asked his grandfather who was panting heavily.“I just ran around the field beating your ass in a game of tennis,” he laughed. “Of course I’m exhausted. You think greatness comes easy?”“You did marvelously well Sir,” Tom applauded the man, leaving the court when he was done with what he had been called for.Damien and Richardson sat on a bench, admiring the court before them. It was large and looked like a professional one.“I remember when I used to play tennis with your father,” the old man began his tales, cleaning his face with a towel. “He was just as horrible as you were.”Richardson chuckled. At least he knew where he had gotten h
“You’d be going to the gathering as my girlfriend,” Richardson blurted out after he was done with his chocolates, tossing the paper into a trash can.“Okay,” she nodded, chewing on her sprinkles.“So that means that my hands would be around you a lot. I hope that would not freak you out.”“Oh, no, I’m cool with that. You want to make it believable, right?”“Yes.”“Then I’m okay with that. I am your girlfriend.”“Alright,” he sighed, taking out his phone to call Tom. “Tom?”“Yes young master,” his voice said across the speaker.“So I’ll need your help to make sure that Jennie is prepared for the gathering.”“Sure sir,” the old man accepted. “I’ll be right with you. I can track your gps and appear where you are right now.”Within thirty minutes, an expensive car halted in a park as Tom got out of it.He walked briskly to where the couple stood, joining them with a smile on his face.“Shall we?” he asked, taking Jennie to a separate part of the park to practice some steps with her in cas
On arriving at the gathering, Richardson found Tom waiting with a lot of guards.“You didn’t tell me it was going to be like this,” Jennie marveled while looking through the tinted windows. She could see that it was exquisite and only the elite were allowed in.“I had no idea it was going to be like this as well,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the flashing lights around the entrance.Getting out of the car with Jennie by his side, he immediately got shielded by Tom and some bodyguards who protected them from the flashes of the cameras. It was crowded with media crews.He remembered the conversation he had had with Tom a few days ago.“You might need to be careful at the gathering young master,” the old man had warned.“I get it already, I’ll be a target.”“Yes you will, but also, the Wilson’s family loves attention. They usually invite media crews to film them.”“Oh, that’s not going to be good. How do I protect myself from that then?”“I’ll be there with you.”He was fulfilling his p
“Yeah,” concurred Richardson. He was beginning to enjoy his grandfather’s company. The man was the only father figure in his life.He wondered what would have happened if he had ended up being born as the man’s son and had grown up in a wealthy home.He would not have gone through the troubles he had gone through. However, the past could not be changed and as such he was the man’s grandson.He was the heir to his grandfather’s wealth, it was time to start acting like it and start living like it.A shout made the two men look into the party as they found someone on the ground, bleeding.“How dare you?!” someone yelled out in anger, jumping onto the man on the floor to land several punches on his face.“Should we… do something?” Richardson asked, following his grandfather into the party hall.“No,” Damien responded, nodding to a guard who intervened, taking the two men out of the hall with the cleaners cleaning up the mess which had been caused.Very professional, thought Richardson. Da
Richardson averted his gaze from most of the people who stared at him with hatred. He was not going to give them the satisfaction of bringing him down with their hatred.While glancing from one person to another, he caught sight of Damien’s brother, Elijah. Richardson could tell that the man was a fashionista from his suit which spelled wealth. He didn’t hold back.By his side he found the man’s three grown up children. They all regarded him with hatred. They all wanted him dead and he knew it.“Shrimp, sir,” a waiter brought about a tray filled with shrimp settling it before him.“No, I’m okay,” he rejected with a polite smile, standing to his feet to head for the restroom. While he headed for the restroom, he found the three men following him.What did Elijah’s children want with him? Why couldn’t they leave him alone?“Hey,” one of them called cornering him on the way to the bathroom. “Hello,” he greeted. “How may I be of help?”The three men looked at him with hatred. What they