A house big like a palace beautiful like a penthouse. Words of beauty are below to describe the glamour of the house. A low noisy racket going on below the surface of two wicked ladies. Sitting inside the room each with a glass of their favorite juice. Each of the ladies is as beautiful as a princess one has curly hair while the second one has long blonde hair that cascades to her waist. It was evident they were so lost in the pool of their gossip and laughter that filled the whole white room. Roxanne Aliya’s cousin was the one with curly long hair while her friend was the one with blonde hair, Kiera. They were both wearing bum shorts and a white top that revealed their navel. “Did you think he cast a charm on grandfather?” Roxanne asked his gaze pears on Kiera's body. “I was thinking the same cause I don't know why he would choose an ex-convict to be his son - in-law...… like? What the heck is that” Kiera sipped from the juice in her hand her interest in someone’s else l
Ric held her hands and brought them to his lips giving them a gentle peck. “Thank You” he emitted with a husky voice and Aliyah's cheeks turned Rossy. “We should finish up and join the rest soon” she blushed. A sound knocked on the door and they both kept quiet. “Grandpa is now in the dining room” the maid stood on the door and announced. “Okay, we are coming” Ric voice replied. He stood up and walked to the closet bringing out ointment from it. He walked back to Aliyah and raised her legs to her Lap applying the ointment. Even though it was painful but staring at Ric erased all the pains. When Ric was done he raised his gaze and it met with Aliyah’s own. “Promise me,” Aliyah said raising er finger in pinky promise. “Promise you what?” he asked not sure where Aliyah was heading. “Promise me everything they say inside the sitting room tonight won’t get to your heart” she uttered. Eric stared at her for a moment before nodding and abiding the pinky finger. “I prom
Melissa barely went in the hall when a familiar voice addressed Ric and Aaliyah. "Look who we have here" Alison, Aaliyah's cousin approached the duo."It seems like you all can't wait to be legal yet before using the family's name and influence." She added with a hateful look."And I see you're here." Aaliyah greeted reluctantly "Do you want me not to be?" Alison asked curtly "Look, I didn't say that and I do not know what you say about using the family's name and influence." Aaliyah countered, her gaze stern "Don't play dumb with me, I heard everything you said to Melissa about having class and money and willing to give it to this good - for - nothing fool beside you." Alison took in a deep breath as she tried to calm her agitation. "I always knew that your union was not genuine." She said flicking her index finger whilst shaking her head as if she confirmed something. Ric drew in a deep breath and gritted his teeth as he tried to keep his cool.He wasn't up for dramas and Alis
A house big like a palace beautiful like a penthouse. Words of beauty are below to describe the glamour of the house. A low noisy racket going on below the surface of two wicked ladies. Sitting inside the room each with a glass of their favorite juice. Each of the ladies is as beautiful as a princess one has curly hair while the second one has long blonde hair that cascades to her waist. It was evident they were so lost in the pool of their gossip and laughter that filled the whole white room. Roxanne Aliya’s cousin was the one with curly long hair while her friend was the one with blonde hair, Kiera. They were both wearing bum shorts and a white top that revealed their navel. “Did you think he cast a charm on grandfather?” Roxanne asked his gaze pears on Kiera's body. “I was thinking the same cause I don't know why he would choose an ex-convict to be his son - in-law...… like? What the heck is that” Kiera sipped from the juice in her hand her interest in someone’s else life wa
“We are running late already,” one of Ric’s friends, Damon said. They were all in a large room where clothes were scattered around. “Why are you hastening us?” Another of his friends, Gordon reprimanded as he changed his sleeping position on the couch. “There is no need for all the fuss. We will just pick some designs of suits, pay and leave,” Ric shot from the bathroom. Damon groaned, trying to fix his pants. “It is not that simple, idiot! Get up, sleepy head.” He smacked Gordon’s butt. “Stop it. I am straight!” Gordon turned again. He barely had any sleep last night, and now that he wanted to get some sleep, his friends are disturbing him. Ric came out of the bathroom in a towel. “You are not obsessed, are you? It is just a wedding, and the date is not even that close yet.” He rolled his eyes at Damon’s fuss over the suits picks. “The earlier the better, man. It’s almost 2pm already,” Damon patted Ric’s shoulder while he put on the straps of his wristwatch. Gordon final
“You are the manager of this place and you behave like this?” Damon asked. The manager adjusted his standing position. “Excuse me, how did I behave exactly? I only stated the popular fact that this boutique doesn’t entertain people like him here, especially not people dressed like this.” “How are we dressed? We only wore normal outfits. How is that a problem related to what we want to buy here?” Gordon chimed in too. It was really getting annoying for them. It was already enough that Alessandro had gotten his way with taunting them about their financial capability, but does the manager have to do worse? Alessandro suddenly laughed. “Should we bring out a weighing machine to see how much your outfit cost? I can bet with you that none of those complete outfits are up to five thousand dollars.” He mocked. “My complete outfit cost three thousand dollars all put together. What do you mean?” Gordon said proudly as he twirled for them in a funny way. Alessandro and the manager lau
“I’m glad you could see that they aren’t worth buying goods from you,” Alessandro told the manager. The manager smiled. “Of course. Not everyone can afford to buy from us. They can’t be as exclusive as you are, Mr. Alessandro.” They shook hands once again. “Have they been here before though?” Alessandro asked, referring to Ric and his friends who had just left the store. The manager quickly shook his head, “Them? No, not at all. This is the first time I have seen them here, and I guarantee that it will be the last,” he said. Alessandro smiled viciously. “That is great,” he muttered. He had always wanted to show Ric that he was above him in every way, and that was what he had just proven now. The manager suddenly jerked as he searched his pocket for his ringing phone. Who was calling him so hurriedly this way? “I thought my line was placed on voicemail!” He shouted at the secretary from where he was, even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to hear him if her mic was off.
“Please, sir. I beseech you to return with me to the store.” the manager said in a pleading tone, almost going on his knees while Ric and his friends stared at him. Didn't he just send them out of the store just now? Why is he back, wailing for them to return to the store? Ric’s glance returned to the cup of coffee before him, he sipped and tapped his fingers on the table gently, ignoring the man before him. When the man sensed Ric’s ignorance, he fell to his knees, crawling to Ric side. He grabbed Ric by his feet and cried. “Master I'm sorry for being stupid earlier. I was drunk and mistakingly chased you out of the store when I wasn’t supposed to do that.” Ric raised his brow and pursed his lips into a thin line before saying. “Please let go of my legs.” The manager shook his head. “No sir, unless you follow me back to the store.” “I don't want to,” Ric replied to him. “Please forgive me, Sir. My family's survival depends on me.” he sobbed. “My daughter is sick, my father has