The text staring in front of Jackson's eyes felt so unreal. He pushed Cynthia aside gently, pulling his trousers up.Cynthia had questioning looks in her eyes, she stared at the man who just stopped in the middle of pleasure."What's going on," she asked after he wouldn't say a word to her."Something big, something huge," he lifted her from the floor, gently. "Come by the house later, we will finish what we started."He kissed her aggressively, pouring his lust into the kiss. He knew if they continued, they would make out right there in the office.He stopped it before it could go any further."Can't I at least know what's going on?" Cynthia asked."It's a men's thing, you don't have to worry about it."Cynthia's determination to figure out what was going on heightened. Asking again will have Jackson get pissed at her and find a way to block whatever loophole that might be open."Sure, no problem. I'll come by at 5pm, you should be home by then. Right?""I'll be home, just drop by."
Jason buried his head deep in work, numbing his environment. His caller tune reached out to him from his inner feelings. He stared at the caller ID, it was his father. On a second ring, he picked up.A scorn was plastered on his face. "Good day to you father, how can I help you?""Is that sarcasm I hear in your voice? Well that is up to you, I want you to see me at home tomorrow morning. As early as possible.""Do I have to? Why can't you just say whatever you want to say on the phone. I have a busy schedule tomorrow," he replied irritatingly.Jason growled slowly on the phone, pissed about the tone his son was using on him."I don't care whatever mood you are in, you better find your way here tomorrow if you don't want to see the other side of me. You know me well, you know me better. I'm still your father," he shouted."Do your worst father, I thought parents were supposed to be hot on their children's happiness but no you chose an outsider's happiness instead of mine. You ceased to
Jason barged into the house the next morning without any form of salutations. He wore a mean disdainful look proudly on his face."I'm here, what do you want to tell me that couldn't be said over the phone?"Jackson lifted the cup of hot coffee over his lips, blowing soft small air over it."When you calm down, we would talk," he shifted his gaze away from the cup, locking it with his son's own.Upon realizing what his father was doing, he walked into the kitchen to cool off."Can I prepare a cup of coffee for you Sir Jason?" One of the maids offered to help, bowing her head and locking her hands behind her."It's alright, I'll do it myself," he said, dismissing her by the wave of his fingers.He prepared his coffee and reached for the saucer, he placed the cup of coffee on it and walked back into the sitting room with it.He sat opposite him and sipped his cold coffee, he was never a lover of hot coffees, he always wondered what his father enjoyed in it."What do you require my prese
The sudden death of Alexander rocked New York greatly, Jason strongly believed his father had something to do with it. Shortly after he asked about his connection with the billionaire's wealth, the next month, the billionaire was declared dead.He had no proof or evidence that his father's hands were stained.Cara had flown in from Bana the same day his death was announced. She refused to believe her ears and had thrashed herself in front of everyone during the funeral process, holding on tightly to her father's coffin.She requested it'd be open, she claimed her voice saying her father wasn't dead.Typical reporters, they had another news to roll out on their channels.Various headlines flew around, some like;GREAT BILLIONAIRE AND PHILANTHROPIST, ALEXANDER PIERCE WAS PRONOUNCED DEAD EARLY THIS MORNING.As soon as Cara was sighted, another report went out.ONLY HEIRESS TO GLAMFORT ENTERPRISES IS SEEN HOME AFTER 2 YEARS OF HER SUDDEN DISAPPEARANCE, COULD SHE BE RESPONSIBLE FOR HER FAT
Cara stared at him like a dummy, blinking her eyes rapidly and opening her mouth at intervals."Jason, are you serious? Okay, right now, I'm confused. Be a little help to this woman and explain everything to me, starting from the beginning.""Well, I've summarized the whole beginning for you. What else is left there for me to say?"She created a space beside her for him on the bed, hitting the spot. "Sit here, let's talk. Start from the part where you got entangled with each other and how you are not married to her.""Okay wait Cara, first thing first, how did you know I was married? I can't remember telling you that."She rolled her eyes, straightening her back. "Remember those 2 ladies who stood with the manager the day you came to the restaurant, I heard it from them. They run their mouths everytime, one of them even has a crush on you. The one with the fair skin and busty chest, I know you like them big," she hit his back with her shoulders. He turned around to see her wearing a m
Jackson and Cynthia continued their affair secretly without letting it obvious to anyone, not even the maids."Oh baby, you are so sweet," Jackson rolled away from her and crashed heavily beside her, breathing loudly. Cynthia dragged the blanket over her sweating body, exhaling and inhaling air at intervals. She wondered how Jackson managed to get her right, even in his late 50s, he was still as strong as a horse.His light snores dragged her back to the present, she sat straight, with her back to the head board. She looked at the man who laid beside her, handsome and beautiful, Jason had taken every form of his beauty from his father.Oh, she was a lover girl. Given different circumstances, she would have loved Jackson the way he wanted. She wore her undies and got off the bed gently, she opened the door to his office and tiptoed in. She looked around the files scattered on the table, hoping to see something useful to her. Adrian wouldn't take it lightly with her if she came back em
Cara sat with Amber in the room trying to voice out her scares and her opinion. A few weeks after she returned to Bana, Jason reached out to her saying it was clear to come home. She sat with Amber, the only person she could trust with her fears and concerns.Their bags were packed in one corner of the room, the sound of Mason playing roughly in the sitting room with Evans echoed loudly."Would you come with me to New York? Please Amber, I can't do this alone. You and everyone are the only family I have left," Cara sought the company of her only friend."All my life has been here in Bana, it's going to take a while adjusting to the busy life of New York.""I'll be with you, all the way. I'll help you, just like the way you've been there for me ever since I found myself here in this small town. Please, don't say no," her eyes were ready to burst out in tears if she ever said no.Knowing the kind of person Cara was, she finally agreed to go. Moreover she had taken a liking to Evans, let
Cara returned home to meet a pacing Evans, the veins on his neck shot out and she figured out immediately that Amber had revealed where she went to. Amber sat at the far corner of the room quiet with Mason, her eyes drooped and the house was unusually quiet."Mummy, where have you been? We've been waiting for you," Mason drew her attention to Evans."Cara, where did you go?" Evans' anger boomed throughout the house. "Don't tell me you want to see that bastard who beat you up?"She shifted her gaze to Amber who dropped her head to the floor."Amber, what the fuck? I begged you not to tell him where I was going.""She didn't tell me, I figured out, moreover have you forgotten that your friend can't lie. She tends to burn up immediately when she does, that is one of her weaknesses.""Oh," Cara said, relieving her legs of its pain."So answer my question," Evans faced her again. "Why exactly did you go to see him? We are trying to make this as stealth as possible, not letting anyone know