“Yes,” I said to Eugene, my words slipping out more from reflex or perhaps revealing a deep-seated desire within me.“Yes?” Eugene turned, his expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. Around us, some girls also mirrored his astonishment, their faces transforming into portraits of surprise. I suddenly felt my entire face flush with shame. It wasn’t what I really intended to say, or maybe it was exactly what I wanted but couldn’t admit openly. And then there was another legal issue to consider later! “Damn,” I muttered under my breath. Hastily, I corrected my mistake, “I mean, yes, I will take all of you to wherever you wish and buy whatever you desire. Just never mention this sex party again, and you can all have a normal party here. No more bizarre celebrations.” Eugene’s face fell into a pout, “Here I was, genuinely happy, thinking you were finally going to loosen up and have fun with us.” She smirked mischievously, “But if you’re offering to foot the bill for a shopping spree,
I am a gentleman through and through, and I never strike a woman. Yet, there she was, slapping Jacqueline, setting my mind ablaze with thoughts. Naturally, reporting her crossed my mind, but she could easily wriggle out with excuses, prolonging karma's sweet return. Time was of the essence; I had merely 10 seconds to decide.If I retaliated within those 10 seconds, I could justify it as 'legal self-defense' or an 'involuntary reflex' because my dear Jacqueline was in peril. The law permits such actions in defense of another.However, waiting longer than those critical seconds would transform the act from self-defense to assault, subjecting me to legal repercussions.So it was about delivering karma to that woman now or later. I loved both choices, so I delivered the karma as fast as I could. She was not a woman; she was a bitch and a witch. Whatever.I hated it when people slapped my dear Jacqueline because of clothes, especially when initially, she didn't want to pick up the clothes
Tommy Morgan's bodyguard, along with his partner, drove to the boutique. He entered the boutique to find the CCTV recordings and learn about the attacker. After questioning the staff and grabbing the CCTV tape, he walked out, ready to enter his car. But just as he settled into the seat, he felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against his head from behind. A voice whispered menacingly, “If I were you, I wouldn't move an inch.”Suddenly, the car’s side door swung open, and someone struck his face, plunging him into darkness.When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a large room, reminiscent of a basement. He and his friend were bound to chairs, facing a man wielding a military knife.“Alright, Bernard,” the man said calmly looking at his id card from his wallet. “I’m going to ask you one thing: what were your orders from your boss if you found the attacker at the boutique?”Bernard remained silent, his jaw set firmly.“Good,” the man muttered and used Bernard’s cellphone to d
"Jacqueline," I called out, beckoning her to the living room where she had been staying at my place for two weeks. "I promised you a share of the profit if you agreed to confront your stepmother in the media, right?" "Yes," Jacqueline responded, her voice tinged with polite uncertainty. "But it's okay if I don’t receive any money." "No, this is a business matter." I pulled out a bank card issued by Eden Bank, placing it on the table between us. "Inside this card, there's half a million dollars. It’s yours." Jacqueline's dark eyes widened in shock as she looked at me. "Are you really giving me this much money?" she asked, disbelief etching her features. "I can't accept it." "The money is rightfully yours," I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The breeze from the open living room wafted in, carrying the scent of the outside world, as I watched her. Though petite and shy, her presence sparked an instinctual reaction in me, like a wolf eyeing a serene rabbit. Her vulnerability was palpa
I smiled, recalling my past life, where I wasn't recognized for my business acumen but for my mastery in the art of war. As a marshal during World War III, I excelled in neutralizing and controlling enemy movements."Can you send me all the data about Bolton’s from our intelligence to my fax?" I asked Natalia."Yes, we will proceed now," she replied, her voice crisp over the line."Good. I will give you strategic plans on how to face them in a few hours." I ended the call, my fingers lingering on the phone as a surge of adrenaline warmed my blood. War was the crucible where I discovered my true talent. And, regrettably, it was also where I felt most alive.I walked past Eugene and others, my presence like a shadow. Even if they called out, I might not hear them; my mind was already weaving strategies I might use.***Anastasia and Eugene were lounging on the coach playing with their new IBM laptop, as Alex strode by them. "Hey, Alex," Anastasia called out, her voice light but her eyes
The night before, I was in my study, organizing all possibilities and uncertainties. If in doubt, I called Natalia and the intelligence office for verification. There must be no mistake in high-level operation because the cost was human life. So, no error was acceptable.After ensuring everything was in order, time had slipped past midnight.I walked out of the study to my bedroom, a spacious area with a large glass door facing the pool, offering two entry points: one from the door inside the house and the other through the poolside glass door.For some reason, earlier in the evening, I caught Anastasia and Eugene exchanging secretive glances and murmurs about the night’s plans. Being a marshal, I was constantly on alert, aware that even my own soldiers might harbor intentions to end my life. My training had honed my skills in detecting unusual behaviors, alerting me to any potential threats.Their inability to maintain a poker face was evident; every thought and plan seemed transpare
"Celeste," I whispered tenderly, embracing her gently, my words a soft caress in her ear. "You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen. You are so beautiful, forever special in my heart." My voice was a warm murmur, filled with honest and undisguised admiration and affection. “I love you…”Gently, I pushed her back slightly, just enough to admire her entire form as she sat on my thigh. The intimate proximity allowed me to trace the contours of her neck, my lips brushing against hers softly, conveying unspoken promises. "I will give you your first time in a place you'll never forget—a bed of roses, a memory to treasure as our honeymoon. This will be a once-in-a-lifetime moment. I want to make it truly special for you.""I want... it..." Celeste whispered hesitantly, her voice trailing off. But before she could continue, I sealed her words with a kiss, my lips meeting hers in a silent vow, while my fingers gently explored her carotid sinus on the side of her neck. Applying gentle pr
When the morning came, the sunshine smiled at me warmly, bathing the room in a soft glow. Celeste's frowning face was the first thing I saw, while Anastasia, with a sudden big smile, asked, “Dear, do you want me to make you breakfast?”Eleven girls were looking at me, their faces a mix of curiosity and some anger. I had told Anastasia to keep our secret from everyone, but how could I expect this young one to keep it when she was like a blooming flower, always close to me, moving in a way that suggested intimacy? It was hard to miss the change in our usual interaction.‘Kids…’“Alex!” Celeste, with tears glistening in her eyes, stood up abruptly. “We need to talk!”I couldn't say no, could I? She looked like she was on the verge of exploding.We both moved to the poolside, under the watchful eyes of all the girls.“Let me speak first,” I said quickly, eager to defuse the tension.She looked at me, her eyes wide with anger and disbelief.“Special time, honeymoon, in two weeks. Pick any