The reporter asked if he was Marcus Rashwell as his lips began mumbling. His eyes fixed on Frank, who had a satisfying smirk on his face.Nera noticed the two men's facial expressions."What's going on? Who is on the phone?" She asked.Marcus was tempted to hang up, but curiosity overpowered him. He got up and excused himself."Yes, this is Marcus Rushell; where did you get this line?" He asked."That does not matter; I have a source who instructed me to call you," she replied.There was silence as he waited for her to explain, but she was quiet."What source is this and what are you talking about?""I was told to call you, and that is my first instruction," she explained. "The source will call me for the next instructions," she added."Are you stupid?" Is this some sort of joke to you?""No, I was told this and promised an exclusive on the biggest scandal in Florida history," she replied. "I did my job; good night, Mr. Rushwell," she said and hung up.Marcus felt a chill down his spi
Marcus looked at him lost. "I need more time," he replied.Frank looked away. He wanted to blast the man, but the game he was playing needed him to be on the calm side."You need time for what?" he asked."Nera… Our sexual life is not okay. So you need to give us time," he requested.Frank had no idea whether to laugh or feel pity for the old man."With the stress, I am feeling, I have not had any romance," he explained."Well, get on it because I am running out of patience," Frank tapped his back and walked to his room. "And remember, the longer you delay, the longer I stay," he warned."What guarantee do I have that you will surrender everything once you impregnate my wife?" Marcus asked."You just have to trust me, just like I trusted you," Frank smiled.Marcus was left clenching his fist, unable to believe his home had been turned into a playground for the boy.He could only hope that his investigator was going to find something by morning. He walked to his room pissed and found N
Nera raised her eyes to meet Frank's, and for unknown reasons, her stupid heart was loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.She was supposed to stop him, but his hands against her lips were so soothing."There you go, now it's all clean," Frank smiled and took a seat.Nera kept staring at him; the last time any man had made her heart skip like that was the time she had her first boyfriend. The time she was in love, a feeling she had long forgotten.However, she had just met Frank and had no idea who he was, so it was stupid of her to think about him in that way. To make it worse he was her husband's nephew.She shook her head and looked away; to her surprise, Frank smiled, making her very uncomfortable."So where did you and Uncle Marcus have your wedding?" He asked, trying to make the odd atmosphere cool. Nera turned, the discomfort evident on her face."It was a court marriage," she replied. "Nothing fancy, just the two of us and a witness," she added and asked if he was se
The two finally headed home after a very entertaining afternoon. Frank stopped the car in the garage, and Nera turned to face him before she could get out of the car."Thank you for the beautiful morning," she said."It was my pressure, and you are free to ask anytime you want to go and do some shopping," he replied with a smile.Nera smiled back and led the way into the house. She was expecting to find Diner, Sam washed up, taking his nap, but to her shock, she found Sam sprang across the sofa, in wet clothes, sleeping.He had a Bibi gun in one of his hands and a pack of chips in the other.Nera stared at the scene in front of her, shocked, she dropped her bags and checked on him, confused."Marcus! Marcus!" She called out, anger evident in her voice.Frank joined her and smiled at the scene in front of him. He had known Marcus had other plans for sending them shopping, and it had nothing to do with him spending some time with his fake son, or better yet, grandson."Maybe they were p
Frank sat in Marcus's office reading the most stupid contract he had ever read. He looked up at Marcus, who had a stern face on. He looked way old compared to the first time he met him."You are not serious, right?" Frank laughed."That's the only way I will be able to allow you to get on top of my wife," Marcus firmly explained. "You have to agree to never step foot in this country; you have to be blacklisted," he added.Frank looked at the paper again in disbelief."Your family is in Europe, four years ago you moved yourselves there, so I do not see where the problem is coming from," Marcus added."So in Short, you do not want me to ever see Nera again?" Frank laughed."Well, you can see her if she decides to take a vacation in Europe," Marcus replied, knowing he would never allow such to happen. "And I would need you to give me the lawyer's name and a confession refuting everything you said in that video," he ordered.Frank glared at the man; he could not believe the audacity, but
Marcus scrolled through the photos of Nera, Sam, and Frank at the amusement park. He could feel his hand shaking. Nera never said anything to him about going to a park.She always told him everything, but it looked like she went out without telling him because of stupid Frank.He looked at the photos again; Sam looked seemed to be enjoying himself and was all smiles. Nera was all smiles too; they looked like a perfect family, which made his skin boil.One photo got his attention, it was a photo of Nera looking at Frank. There was something in her eyes, something that irritated the life out of him.He looked away and got up. Frank needed to go, and the faster he got everything done, the better. He got up and headed home; the office space was begging to squeeze him.He arrived home first and waited for the new family in town to get back from their outing. Previously, he would have gone to the park and dragged his wife and son, but then thought it would only lead to Nera drifting further
After an hour of thrusting, kissing, and touching, Frank collapsed in Nera's arms. He was all sweaty and breathing heavily. He had missed Nera a lot, and the wait was worth it.He turned, looking at her tired, sweaty body. He did not like that he was taking her body against her will. It was wrong from all angles. He wanted her to fully give herself to him, to scream his name, not to stop, and have a long, full conversation as they regained their strength with the raise of the sun beaming at them, through the window.That was his dream, going inside her after the old man was nothing but a sick feeling now that he had feelings for her. And he could only hope that soon that would change.He kissed her forehead and got up. Any second the drug would wear out and she would open her eyes. And being sober-minded she wouldn't like the scene in front of her.He picked up his towel and went to his room, not forgetting to lock his room in case the old fool went on a rampage. He could only imagine
Frank quickly ran to Nera's aid as she coughed out violently. "Nera are you alright," he held her hands only making things worse for her. She got up pushed him off of her and walked to the sink.Marcus was glued to his seat, watching everything and he had noticed she had choked the second she laid her eyes on the stupid boy.He was not sure if it was a coincidence but he had noticed, Frank smiled before he ran to her aid.Frank looked at Marcus wondering what the old fool was thinking about to the extent that he did not care that his wife was probably choking to death.Marcus noticed the stare and took a sip of the wine. He got up and walked to Nera's aid hugging her.To Frank's disappointment, she did not push him away."Do you need fresh air?" He asked.Nera nodded as she coughed outMarcus led her outside and asked Frank to watch Sam.The couple sat outside as Nera was finally able to breathe. She felt like she was running mad. It only took a glimpse of Frank and she was choking l