"Martin isn't around?" Michael repeated, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Yeah," confirmed the man with a shrug. "Where did he go this early Monday morning?" Michael inquired, crossing his arms. "You know I can't tell you that," the man replied. "Come on, man. If it's some top secret mission, then I get it," Michael pleaded. "He just went out for coffee though," the man confessed. "Coffee? Martin did?" Michael was taken aback, his disbelief evident. "I know, right? I was as shocked as you when he informed me before he left," the man chuckled, shaking his head. "Hm. Coffee... coffee..." Michael muttered, his eyes scanning the room before they widened in realization. "Dang it!" he exclaimed, a muffled curse escaping his lips as he sprinted towards the exit. *** Martin sat at a table in the coffee shop, sipping his coffee gently. His eyes were fixated on a woman sitting three tables away from him. Every move she made, every smile she flashed, seemed to draw him in deeper. She
Steve knocked on Martin's door, his knuckles rapping against the wood with a sense of urgency. "Come in." "Boss, the team and I were thinking about going out tonight. It's the last Friday of the month, and we thought it'd be fun to hit the clubs, have a few drinks, and enjoy ourselves," Steve said. "Sure, go ahead," he responded, his tone lacking any enthusiasm. Steve's smile faltered for a second. "Will you join us?" he asked, genuine curiosity tingeing his voice. Martin shook his head, his gaze turning distant. "I have other plans," he replied vaguely. "Oh, really? Where are you off to?" he asked, attempting to mask his curiosity. Without skipping a beat, Martin dismissed the question with deliberate nonchalance. "You guys have fun. You can leave now," he stated, effectively shutting down any further inquiry. Steve nodded, absorbing the subtle message, and bowed before retreating from Martin's study. Once the door clicked shut, Steve clenched his fists, frustration cou
Adrienne quickly rushed into the restroom, her urgency evident. She released a sigh of relief as her pee flowed out forcefully. After finishing up, she made her way to the sink to wash her hands and face, noticing her bare face in the mirror. She stared at herself intently, disappointment evident in her eyes. "I can't believe I let another man touch me," Adrienne whispered to herself, a single tear escaping from her eye. The weight of her mistake weighed heavily on her as she washed her face again. Opening her eyes and looking into the mirror, she gasped in shock, seeing a man standing behind her wearing a black scarf-like mask. Startled, Adrienne protested, "Hey! This is the women's restroom!" However, the man remained still, unresponsive. Calling him a pervert, she tried to leave, only for him to block her way. "Get out of my way!" Adrienne fired, attempting to push him aside. Instead, he skillfully grabbed her right hand, swiftly turning it towards her back and applying e
"She has been in the bathroom for twenty minutes now. Maybe we should go check on her," Leah expressed her concerns. "Do you think she left already? Probably angry because of what happened here?" Bella interjected. "Nah. I know she enjoyed it. She should be more than grateful to me," Sophia replied. "Sophy..." Leah called. "Alright, alright. I'll go check on her," Sophia conceded. She stood up and made her way to the restroom to check on Adrienne, returning in less than a minute. "She is still in the toilet. She said she is feeling embarrassed and we shouldn't disturb her until she is in the mood to come out. And when she eventually does, we should all act like nothing like the lap dance happened," Sophia announced. "Aw. Poor girl feels embarrassed. It's all your fault, Sophia. And you don't even look remorseful about your action,," Bella fired at Sophia. "Why should I? I am happy that what is happening, is happening," Sophia smiled mischievously. "I can't believe you're smilin
"What was that?" Adrienne asked, her voice trembling with fear. "Hold on, I'll go check," Martin assured her, his own anxiety palpable. He quickly slipped on his thong and glanced back at Adrienne. Grabbing her hand, Martin guided her into a stall. "Stay here, no matter what happens. Don't make a sound. I promise, I'll come back for you and get you out safely," he whispered urgently before closing the stall door. As Martin secured his scarf-like mask around his face, his heart raced with anticipation. He slowly opened the restroom door, only to be met by a masked man holding a gun. "What are you doing in the female's restroom?" the man asked. Martin's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the familiar voice masked by the intruder's disguise. "Steve?" Martin called out, his voice filled with disbelief. "Boss?" the masked man responded. Their eyes locked, and they both removed their disguises, revealing their identities. "What are you doing here? And why are you armed?" Ma
"I love how commanding you sounded back then," Steve praised Michael. "Yeah, it's my thing," Michael grinned. "What are you doing?" Michael asked Steve sternly, eyeing him as he untied the rope used to bind one of Adrienne's legs. "Her legs must be hurting. She's unconscious and even if she wakes up now, she can't run anywhere. She won't be able to after you hit her head like that," Steve rolled his eyes at Martin. "I am the one in command here. Don't untie her," Michael asserted. "No one's in command here. You are nothing without me, because without me, my boys won't serve or work with you," Steve smirked. "You know what? Let's not argue. You can untie her," Michael said reluctantly, his voice lacking conviction as he found a wooden chair to sit on. He watched intently as Steve began to release Adrienne from her restraints. His eyes were strangely fixated on her now, filled with desire. Thoughts of all the 'fun' he could have with Adrienne flooded his mind, arousing him. "I'll
It was a tense Saturday morning as Mrs. Davison paced anxiously in the room, her mind racing with worry. She hadn't heard a word from Peggy since the previous night. Mrs. Davison's desperation grew as she repeatedly dialed Adrienne's number, only to hear the automated message that the number didn't exist. Suddenly, Daniel stormed into the living room, his anger evident in his expression. "What did you mean on the phone? What do you mean Adrienne was kidnapped?" he shouted at Mrs. Davison. Attempting to maintain some semblance of calm, Mrs. Davison replied, "Daniel, please, try to calm down. I'm just as concerned as you are." With six hours having passed and no contact from Peggy, Mrs. Davison knew she had to reach out to Daniel and inform him about Adrienne's abduction. Taking a deep breath, she began to explain everything that had unfolded since she received the phone call the night before. Tearfully, she narrated her conversation with the kidnappers, the video they had sent he
Martin arrived at his house, only to be met with a devastating sight that took his breath away. The once magnificent mansion now lay in ruins, reduced to scattered debris and ashes. Smoke billowed out from corners, indicating that a fire had ravaged the house. But Martin couldn't fathom how it had come to collapse. Had it exploded? Approaching a group of firefighters working diligently at the scene, Martin inquired about the cause of this unfortunate incident. One of the men paused in his work and turned towards Martin. "Well," he began, pausing to gather his thoughts, "it appears to be a gas explosion. However, we have reason to believe that someone intentionally set fire to the house as well. The boy's quarter and the two cars that were here also caught fire, leading us to suspect the use of petrol as an accelerant." A surge of anger coursed through Martin's veins, his fist involuntarily clenching. Betrayal was one thing, but to go to such extreme lengths as to blow up his house
"Lincoln is dead."Adrienne was shocked."He is dead? Just like that? Why? How?" She asked.Richard was silent, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw the answers to her questions."You are responsible for this? You had him killed?""I'm sorry. I had to do it for Juliette. I know I should have told you, but I didn't want to," Richard said.Adrienne was speechless. She closed her eyes, trying to piece together exactly how she felt about the situation."I should give you some time to yourself." He wanted to leave, but Adrienne pushed him back, making him lie on the bed.She climbed over him and grabbed his chin."Why should I be mad at you? He deserved to die," Adrienne said softly, lowering her head to kiss him.Richard was so relieved, and he kissed her back passionately.She moved her lips to his jaw, his neck, and his chest and traced a path down to his waistline.She gazed at him with a sultry look in her eyes as she slipped her hands into his pants and set his excited member f
"Prison? What the hell?" Adrienne's voice quivered."Juliette gave that document to the police. She wanted to hurt me after I refused to take her side. The document had evidence of my illegal arms deals," Richard said."Arms deals? That's how you got wealthy, right?" Adrienne asked and Richard nodded."The Chief offered me a deal. He said he would give me the video Rosa sent to the police if I let him arrest me as a 'big criminal' to boost his promotion chances," Richard explained."What? No, that's a terrible deal! That's like trading a bread factory for a loaf of bread. You didn't agree to that, did you?" Adrienne said."Of course not. Rosa's video was useless to us. But I thought about it. I would get caught sooner or later if someone found out, or one of my partners got busted, or someone dug into my past. I know the Chief, so he's being easy on me. He could end our 'relationship' and arrest me with what he has. Luckily, that's not the case. If or when he gets promoted, there
"Boss? He hasn't called himself that in a while," Adrienne thought, smiling shyly.She sniffed the roses and they smelled lovely. She hoped there was a note inside, but there wasn't.She remembered the last time he sent her flowers with a note. It was months ago and the note only had 'I' on it."Where did I put it?" She wondered, searching her drawers. She finally found the note and looked at it for a few seconds."He never finished this sentence," Adrienne said.She set it aside and put on the dress.The dress was black with a strap and a sweetheart neckline and a ruched bust. It had mesh inserts at the waist with vertical lines and draped fabric that wrapped around the midsection. The slit on one side was indeed dangerously high."I am sure he can survive a little skin," Adrienne thought as she admired the dress.Wait. Where are we meeting? Adrienne wondered.She read the note again and he didn't say where they were meeting, he just said 'wear this tonight'.Does he want to meet at
"Hello, Adrienne," he said.She spun around and saw Ryan. Her eyes widened in shock."You're the witness? You're testifying against me?" she exclaimed."What witness? I'm here to watch the trial. What are you talking about?" he asked, puzzled.She snorted and turned away. "Whatever," she muttered, crossing her arms.He sat behind her, still taken aback by her coldness.The door opened again, and this time, the footsteps were that of a stiletto. It was a woman.Everyone turned to see who it was, and it was Annabelle.Adrienne scoffed. "She didn't tell me she was coming to Nigeria for the trial."As Annabelle got closer, Adrienne waved at her, but Annabelle ignored her and went straight to the witness stand.Adrienne's jaw dropped. Annabelle was the witness? After everything she had done for her?She glared at her as she swore the oath."You're in for a rude awakening," Annabelle whispered as she sat down.Adrienne felt her heart pounding, her forehead sweating, and her throat tighten
Adrienne felt a surge of anxiety as she entered the courtroom with Richard by her side. The day was finally here; Linc's trial.She glanced at the defendants' table, where Lincoln sat with his lawyer. He looked smug and confident, as if he had nothing to worry about. He met her gaze and smirked, making her shiver. It brought back memories of the nights she was locked up in that old farmhouse.She squeezed Richard's hand, grateful for his support. He had been her rock throughout this ordeal, always there to comfort her, protect her, and encourage her.The judge entered the room and everyone stood up. The trial began, and Adrienne listened as her lawyer presented the charges and the evidence against Lincoln. She felt a surge of hope as she saw the jury's expressions of shock and disgust. She hoped that they would see Lincoln for what he was: a monster who deserved to rot in jail.Then it was Lincoln's lawyer's turn to speak. He stood up and cleared his throat, looking at the jury with
Linc's body was thrown out of the car and onto the sidewalk as the car speedily drove off. He groaned in pain on the floor. A concerned stranger rushed to Linc's side to help him up, but Linc aggressively pushed the man away. This made other passersby ignore Linc and cross to the other side of the road. Despite the pain, he managed to stand up on his feet, his whole body hurting. As he looked around, trying to decipher his exact location, his eyes spotted a police station, and a smirk etched onto his face."They think they can get away with treating me like this," Linc said maliciously as he limped to the police station. Richard had given him a really bad beating, and he couldn't even walk properly. Every breath Linc took hurt him in his chest because of the impact of Richard's punches. "Darn you, Richard!" Linc cursed.As he entered the station, he collapsed onto the floor, putting on a show. "Help me, please. Help me. I was kidnapped by the Oh so famous Adrienne Davison and her
She hesitantly opened the files, and a flood of videos and photos appeared on the screen."That's a lot," Richard observed.Adrienne clicked on the first video, which showed Linc and Juliette having sex."Huh? Why would she send me this? I thought she promised something life-changing?" Adrienne rolled her eyes in frustration and flung her phone aside."You've been quick to lose patience over small things lately. Could it be the pregnancy hormones?" Richard inquired, concern lacing his voice."Ugh!" Adrienne exhaled in annoyance.Sensing her irritation, Richard extended his hand to soothe her by gently patting her back."Why don't we take our time and carefully review everything on the card?" he suggested."Okay. I'm sorry for snapping," she said with a soft, apologetic tone."That's better," Richard said, smoothing her hair affectionately."Come here," he gestured.Richard picked up the discarded phone, settled back on the bed, and Adrienne snuggled up to him, resting her head on his
Adrienne and Richard kissed passionately while Adrienne gently rode Richard on the bed. It was a slow and intimate dance as Richard’s hands caressed and worshipped her curves.He had arrived at the hotel and their brief conversation turned into a passionate encounter. After their lovemaking, Adrienne laid her forehead on Richard's."That was beautiful," he said, softly caressing her left cheek with his thumb.He then gripped her waist firmly and quickly flipped her over, hovering above her now. He looked at her deeply, still enjoying the afterglow of their passion."Why did you do that? I didn't want you to come out of me yet. I'm feeling hollow now. Empty!" Adrienne whined playfully, feigning annoyance.Richard chuckled. "Come on. We need to shower, and we have to be careful. I don't want to accidentally bump into Amelia. Look how quickly she's growing inside you," he said, rubbing Adrienne's belly."It's Ethan, and I wasn't even moving, so there's no way you could have hit him," Ad
Adrienne had cried herself to sleep and woke up in the evening. She checked her phone and saw tons of missed calls and messages from Richard."Why didn't you say anything?""Are you okay? Did something happen?""Please call me."Those were some of the texts from Richard. She didn't know what to say or how to explain her feelings and instead of replying to his texts or calling him back, she texted Lisa. She made a list of things she needed Lisa to bring and sent it along with the address.Then, Adrienne washed her face, went downstairs, and got into her car.***"What's going on? What are we doing here?" Lisa asked Adrienne as she followed her, carrying two big bags in her hands.Adrienne ignored her and walked quickly towards the entrance of the building. It was a large, white mansion with a sign that read "Joygood Memorial Park". Lisa had a bad feeling about this place. It was a private cemetery for the rich and powerful, where they buried their secrets and scandals, not just the