CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-TWO *It would be a total nightmare!*"Thanks for dropping me off. I had a fantastic time. I wish we could stay there forever." Hannah giggled. Her voice was a little slurry. They had a few cups of whisky to wash the bowl of soup down. It had been a long day indeed. By the time she approached the city, it was already 9:57 pm.Janice smiled and pecked her best friend's blush cheeks. "You should go. It's running late." She giggled and said something incoherent. Janice wasn't sure if it was okay to leave her out here like this. "I will only leave until you get into the house. Off you go honey." Janice waved her off. Hannah giggled sheepishly as she wobbled across the lawn. She paused and waved aggressively at Janice. "I'm fine geez!!!"Janice smiled at her ruefully and shook her head. "Whatever just get into the house already. Geez, you are so light-headed, Hannah!" Hannah rolled her eyes and laughed. "Bye! I love ya!" she called out. Janice squ
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-THREE*He is her weakness. Her only weakness....*She could make out the cabin house now and she breathed out in relief when she noticed the lights were still on from the inside which means Drake was still awake. Thank God! She would now be able to be saved from that Jerk, Matt Castle. She parked at a close distance from his cabin house and switched off the car. She took her mobile and was about to get off the car when her phone buzzed. Another text message but from who? Probably Abigail or Dad for sure. She peeked at the notification bar on the locked screen but to her shock, it was neither. The message was from an unknown number. Who could this be? With arched brows, she swiped her thumbprint at the back of her phone to unlock it instantly. She impatiently tapped at the message to open and it read: *" Janice, why do you keep hiding from me? I know you blocked my line. I've been at the house for hours waiting for you. I mean you no harm. I just wan
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY -FOUR*There is still hope*"Yeah..." He cooed huskily as he sauntered past her, brushing her arm, to where the pile of freshly washed clothes was laid and took a big t-shirt and slid into it in one swift movement, his muscular shoulders rippled and flexed in motion, sending shivers shooting up and down her spine. She gulped, silently urging her body to control itself and not be drawn to his sexual prowess. But it was a herculean task as every fiber of her being longed for him. Damn it! Even in dire times like this she yearned to be by his side, to make love to him like the whole didn't matter like Matt wasn't lurking in her house at the present moment. With a grunt, he turned to her and sat on the messy bed. "So....? Why are you here? Did something happen?" He asked coolly, his brows marred with concern. She gulped again and inhaled slowly in a bid to steady her breath. No, she is not going to let him know that the sole reason she was here was bec
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-FIVE*Oh! She loves this side of him*"Nothing much. C'mon now, don't bore yourself with that. Matt is someone not worth talking about." She hissed, waving it off. *Much less to you* she finished off the sentence internally. Drake clucked his tongue in disapproval. "Did this Matt dude hurt you or something? Perhaps your ex-boyfriend?" Of course, Drake wasn't gonna buy her cheap response. Her hair practically stood on end in disgust at the mere thought of being in a relationship with Matt. Oh hell no!! "Fucking no! That's bollocks! There's no way on earth I was either his girlfriend or going to be one. Not in this life or the next. Ever!" she squealed in rage. Drake's brows shot up. But why does Janice hates him so much? "So you simply hate him for no reason at all? That's absurd. You can't just wake up one morning and decides to desist the existence of someone for no obvious reason. Just doesn't make sense." He held out his hand expansively to
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX*This had better be a bloody joke!*She slowly but steadily approached the big house and puffed out a sign of deep relief when she didn't see the parked Gray Mercedes-Benz. Just as Abigail had texted, he already left! Thank goodness!!! Geez! It's already past eleven and he is just leaving their house neither had she retired for the day because of matt! This is all that asshole's fault! She parked at the exact spot the Mercedes-Benz was. She got down and locked the car with the automatic lock key she pressed. She scurried towards the main door and pressed the doorbell. Abigail was already expecting her because she was at the door already and held it open for her. "Welcome, Ma'am. Let me help you with your bag." She stretched her hand humbly to reach for the bag but Janice didn't oblige her. With a shake of the head, Janice firmly. "No, it is fine."She didn't see Dad in the living room. "Thank you so much Abigail for your help." Abigail
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-SEVEN*What a mess she is becoming...*"You are just being paranoid love. Think about it. What did Matt do to you? Nothing I assume? So why are you so hell-bent on avoiding his entire existence?" She bit her bottom lip furiously, attempting to swallow the rage brewing inside of her. "So you would rather force him to be with me for the sake of your best friend, George Castle?" She spat. "What about how I feel? Have you thought about that for once?" He paused as he studied her reaction carefully. "You are looking at it from the wrong perspective honey. I care so much about you and how you feel. Of course, I'm doing this with your best interests at heart." She tsked in disappointment. "I don't know if I should believe that Father. I don't like Matt Castle and I never did. Can't you see that?" she queried frantically. " I want absolutely nothing to do with Matt Castle and nothing is going to change my mind!" A determined glint flashed in her eyes. Her
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-EIGHT*Everything is all muddled up...*The buzzing of her phone woke her up from her sleep. Rubbing her groggy eyes, she stretched and yawned. Who could that be? By this time? It's still early. She thought angrily as her sleepy eyes flickered to the wall clock in her bed. The time read: 8:35 am. The phone kept ringing persistently, grating her nerves with a groan she grabbed her phone, cursing under her breath. If it was matt calling with another unknown phone, she swear she would-! Her vengeful thoughts were halted as the caller popped up again. It was Sandra, her personal secretary and manager of her fashion store. She needs to calm her tits down and quiet thinking anyone that calls her is Matt Castle! She is going nuts! She wondered why her secretary is calling her by this time in the morning. The instructions were never to call at odd hours except if there was an emergency or any urgent prior appointment. Her eyes widened. Wait... Is there an e
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE *She wants to prove the world wrong*After spending about Ten minutes sorting out the clothes to put on to her office she finally settled for a high-quality Navy pantsuit and black silky steel toe heels. She pulled back her blonde hair in her ponytail, leaving some strands of her hair peeking out of the band making it look beautifully messy in a way and yet professional. She wore red velvet lipstick and light mascara which accentuates her hazel eyes. Finally, she wore her gold wristwatch and a pearl necklace and earrings that go with her Fendi bag adorned with some spottings of pearls on it. She opened her drawer full of many expensive designer perfumes and picked out the Dior perfume and spritzed it behind her ears and writs. She gave one final approving look at herself in the large dresser mirror and nodded to her beautiful reflection in the mirror. Picking out the Navy pantsuits was the best option after all. She looked gorgeous in it. I bet Loren