Alex felt his throat tighten with heated pressure as the head guard gradually caught on to the dog’s strange movements. The guard named Pedro walked forward, his brows drawn together in suspicion. He stopped before the head guard and gave the suitcase a closer look.“Are you sure Killer isn’t trying to tell us something?”The head guard shook his head.“I don’t think so. We searched all the bags already, didn’t we? Did you find anything suspicious?”“I didn’t, but we both know Killer doesn’t just go off like this for no reason. I’m telling you that something’s up. We need to check that bag once again.”Alex’s heart pounded a wild rhythm as he waited for the head guard’s next course of action. The organ nearly beat out of his chest when he lifted the empty bag and shook it… hard. Ten seconds later, he turned to Pedro;“See? There’s nothing in here. I think Killer is just hungry or something.”Pedro scratched his head, his face twisted in confusion.“But he’s never acted like this bef
Alex waited at the bottom of the stairs for a long time. His feet hurt from the long journey and he was gradually getting tired. He looked around, trying to survey the environment when he saw a pretty, white settee in the corner just behind the stairs. He debated over it for a second. A full second. No longer able to bear the pain of standing, he trudged over to the settee and sank into it.The moment he took pressure off his aching legs, Alex breathed a long sigh of relief. He was just about to look around some more when a sharp female voice came from above the stairs.“Who are you and what do you think you’re doing?”Startled, Alex shot up from the settee immediately. He looked up, already opening his mouth to reply but froze in wonder… because coming down the stairs was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.Her long, midnight black hair cascaded over her shoulder in waves. Her face was a perfect oval that housed the brightest, most stubborn pair of grey eyes he’d ever seen… and
For a moment, the room is deathly still. No one speaks. No one even dares to breathe. My mother looks like she’d rather be swimming in a pool filled with dangerous crocodiles than be present in this room right now. I do not fucking care. I’d rather swallow my own vomit than let Mrs. Maria treat me like she treats my mother — like an unworthy piece of trash. Mrs. Maria lifts her nose in the air, her lips pinched with disgust.“Your daughter is very disrespectful, Milcent.” She targets my mother as usual instead of just addressing me. “First of all, she should understand that she’s not supposed to speak to elders in that manner. Second, it would be better if she just gave up her invitation. After all, what exactly will she be doing at the fashion week?”Okay. I’ve finally had enough. I get to my feet, my fingers tightening into fists at my sides.“First of all, if you have a problem with me, Mrs. Maria, I believe you should address me and leave my mother out of it. Second, what are y
CAMILAUpon hearing my voice, the man gets to his feet and turns in my direction. I open my mouth to speak once again but freeze, the words dying in my throat when I see his face. He has the most expressive, bright blue eyes I’ve ever seen. His jawline is a perfect definition of “Adonis” and those lips. God, those lips. They’re full and plump like the men in my Spanish telenovelas. Despite his worn outfit, this man looks like he just stepped off the glossy pages of some famous American magazine and for some reason, he looks really familiar.The way he stares at me makes my heart beat faster and my cheeks flush with awareness. No man has ever made me feel this way before. No man has ever had my heart burning with just a stare.His eyes rove over my body like hot licks of liquid fire and for the first time in my life, I am not creeped out by a man’s stare. Let’s just say I’m intrigued and leave it at that. “You never answered my question.” I snap, trying to gain control over my disto
Alex squared his shoulders and took a deep breath in preparation as Tariq knocked on the double glass doors of the lounge.“Come on in.” A female voice called from inside. He turned to Alex. “It’s time.”Alex nodded and together, they walked into the spacious, luxuriously decorated lounge. There were two women in the room and both their eyes were firmly fixed on him as he came to a stop beside Tariq. The first woman has midnight black hair like Camila, while the second one had blonde hair which he instantly knew was either fake or dyed. “Hello, Maria.” Tariq stepped aside, to give them a better view of Alex. “This is David Wyatt. He’s the kid I was telling you about. Your new cleaner from New York City.”Tariq turned to him.“David, this is Mrs. Maria, your new boss.” He pointed at the fake-haired lady. “And this is Mrs. Millicent Fernandez. She’s a cousin of the family.”Anger burned in Alex’s throat as he took a good look at the woman who perpetrated the death and torture of his
Alex stood silently, surprised at the tension he could feel rolling off Miguel in waves. What was the guy’s deal? Really. “Why don’t I show you to the servant’s quarters?” He said, lifting his nose in the air like Alex was beneath him.Tariq stepped in.“Uh, Miguel, David will not be staying at the servant’s quarters.”Miguel froze. Uh-oh. Alex had a really bad feeling about this. Miguel’s eyes were literally spitting flames when he turned.“Excuse me, sir? All the servants stay at the servant’s quarters. Why is he an exception?”Mr. Tariq took a deep breath and stiffened his shoulders. The air suddenly seemed to shift, becoming colder. “I don’t know Miguel but for some reason, I’ve noticed that you’re quite saucy and disrespectful today.”Shocked, Miguel’s eyes widened. “Sir…”Tariq lifted a hand, effectively cutting him off. “I never said I was done.” He said in an authoritative tone. “Do not interrupt me.”Miguel lowered his gaze. “Sorry, sir.”“I think you’ve forgotten that
Alex walked to the garden with unhurried steps, his heart beating wildly for reasons he could not quite understand. When he arrived, he paused and looked over the impressive display of flowers and maze of exotic plants. In the distance, he could sight a water fountain which was sculpted in the shape of Zeus with water spouting off his fingers. It was beautiful.After scanning the area for a few minutes with no sign of Miguel or Camila, Alex had to turn to the nearby guard for help. “Hey, man. Have you seen Miguel? The head housekeeper.”The uniformed guard nodded and pointed towards the statue of Zeus. “He’s by the fountain with Miss Camila. I saw both of them a few minutes ago.”Alex nodded. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”He stalked towards the fountain, wondering what Miguel and Camila were doing all alone at the innermost part of the garden.As he approached, voices filtered in his direction, both male and female voices. Alex tiptoed further, wondering what they were talking
“What the hell are you going here?” The guard from earlier asked, his face set in harsh, straight lines. “Are you a spy? Is that it?”Alex shook his head.“No, no. I’m not a spy.” He said quickly. “I’m the new head cleaner. Miguel is supposed to assign my duties so I came looking for him.”“I understand that but why are you peeping from the bushes?”“I just…”The guard looked over the hedge of plants and Alex fully expected him to explode at the sight of Miguel and Camila hugging like they knew each other intimately. Instead, he stepped back, folded his arms like nothing happened and asked;“Why didn’t you just draw his attention?”Alex was shocked at his reaction. He opened his mouth to ask a few choice questions when the guard cut in;“Miguel doubles as head housekeeper and Miss Camila’s therapist. Sometimes she breaks down during the sessions. That’s all. I know the sight can be misleading but that’s all there is to it.”Alex paused for a moment, mulling over his words.“Therapist