CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE *But he didn't exactly lie*He hesitated before he replied. "Yeah... I suppose." He said flatly, gauging her demeanour to attempt guesswork of what sort of questions she might ask. The usual perhaps. Like questions bordering on his family. Questions he never wants to share. At all. The last thing he wants is to have anything trigger his sheer hatred for his brother. He doesn't want to rouse any suspicion whatsoever. He will have to work on his reaction to her questions. He should expect the worse at this rate. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she cooked up the series of questions in her head. One by one. "Well... Let's start with, um...your hobbies. What do you like and dislike perhaps?" she quizzed, as her curious hazel eyes scanned every inch and angle of his face. He better act in line! His reaction is under severe surveillance underneath those alert eager eyes of hers. He cleared his throat. "Well, I don't exactly have hobbie
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX*She is determined to know his past*"Don't you dare change the topic now!" She squealed at him with squinted eyes. "You think you are so smart huh?" He held up his hands in defence, shrugging off her accusations. "Of course, not. C'mon breakfast is set. Let's eat. I am famished don't know about you." She bit her bottom lip in resignation. "Fine. But so long as we keep this conversation going. While we eat." She said persistently as she reached for the cup of lemon tea and took a tentative sip from the steaming hot mug. Drake shrugged and reached for the bacon and scrambled eggs and dish his portion. "Alright, so I've answered the first question. Are there any more?""Not so fast you scheming fox!" she wailed. "What did I do this time?" He asked with an exhausted look on his face. "You know what! You didn't answer the rest." "Which are?" He asked, arching a brow at her feigning ignorance. She set the steaming mug gently on the table and
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-SEVEN*No man should be trusted after all*"Keep your eyes peeled for any signs of danger! If there happen to be any, on no account should you keep that away from me! You understand?" "Of course, Mr Jordan. You have my word." A brief silence. "How is the situation over there?" Mr Thomas Jordan asked as he clutched the phone to his ears. He stood and went to the massive huge glass window that looked down on the busy streets of London from the high skyscraper office building. "Well, everything is under control. She seemed to be pretty much indoors after the unfortunate incident, sir." "With Drake?" "You mean the Scottish man with her?" "Yes, that's our horse keeper actually. But in the meantime, my daughter employed him as her personal bodyguard." "Oh, I see... " "Did you notice anything?" Mr Jordan quizzed, his brows scrunching up suspiciously. "No, none at all. I must say that, if not for me, by now.." "Don't dig up those horrid moments ag
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT*So long South Africa! *After spending three more days in South Africa, Janice decided it was time to head back to London. She already informed Nana, so Nana came to the hotel to pick them up as planned. She wore something casual and stress-free. It's going to be a long flight after all. She had put on black baggy high-waisted sweatpants and a cotton shirt tucked underneath it with a pair of white sneakers. She held her black comfy sweater in case she gets cold on transit. Drake put on grey sweatpants and a grey sweater. She can't seem to get her hungry eyes off him for a second. The glorious package between his legs seems to dangle every time he moves. Dear lord!!! She needs to focus!!! Nana was already waiting for them in the lobby by the time they arrived. This time, a limousine was not waiting for them outside. Instead, it was a black silky Lexus car. Janice arched her brows at the car waiting for them right outside the transparent mir
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE *She breathed in the familiar scent of the house-Back in London! *"Oh thank goodness!!!!" Mr Jordan exclaimed as he breathed into his daughter's hair in relief, holding her so tight she thought she could almost hear her bones snap into two. "D-ddddad! You are killing me I can't breathe!" She could barely croak out the words in her mouth as he kept on holding on to her. "Me Jordan! I -I think you might be choking her" Drake muttered sharply to his boss. With bewildered eyes, he unwrapped his hands around her. "I am so sorry honey! I got carried away-!" He apologized with horror in his eyes. "I just miss you so much and I'm so glad you are back!" Her Dad said dolefully giving her the dewy-eyed look. Janice's initial frustration suddenly melted. She inhaled deeply and breathed out slowly. With her hands on her waist, she said in a calculated tone, attempting to reel in all the emotions and mixed feelings brewing inside of her. "Dad, I'm glad to
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY*He would do anything to protect her*"So what was your first experience in Africa generally like? I am beyond curious to know!" Mr. Jordan was thrilled to ask as he nudged closer with anticipation. Janice swallowed and forced an animated smile. "It was fantastic! Mesmerizing at first.." With Brows shot up, Jordan asked. "At first? Did anything happen?" Janice snuck a glance at Drake and then back at her father. She shook her head aggressively in the negative. "Of course not! The beach! Yes, the beach! The beach was very beautiful and very massive." Drawing closer to her father with a smirk on her face she added, "In fact, I heard that it takes about three days to reach the end of the Alamba beach." Her father's face scrunched up in sheer curiosity. "Hmmm... That's interesting. Did you experiment that by any chance or attempted to?" He quipped with a lazy smile on his face. Janice gave her father's arm a little pinch, scowling mildly at him a
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-ONE*This is not great news! Instead, this is disastrous news!!*Mr Jordan took his time as he bit from his steak again and chew gently and then reached for the glass of wine to wash it down his throat. Drake was curious to know what great news Mr Jordan may have. He pretended to be too focused on the food before him as he chew the tender fish in his mouth. The savouring sensation of the fish hit him really hard. It was indeed delicious. Abigail is sure a brilliant cook. For some reason, this brought back some memories he shouldn't be remembering at this time. He is dining with his enemies on the same table for fuck sake! His mother, Mary had always been a lover of fish in fact she is the artisan of all every variety of fish you could think of. There's a special way his mother would make the fish that you would always ask for seconds if not for thirds. They usually have fish for dinner and his father had really loved it. The Nostalgia hit him so hard t
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED FORTY-TWO *Something smells fishy here*"It's been a hectic day, I suppose I will return to my room and rest. Perhaps, he should push for tomorrow or something. Today just isn't right." Janice argued in a calm voice. She is literally fighting the rage brewing inside of her. Her father's brows shot up suspiciously. "Are you feeling sick my love?" She shook her head with a forced smile plastered on gee face like a mask hiding her true intentions. "No, it's just been a long ride. I just got back from Africa, Dad, it's expected I need some time to recover and get accustomed to the environment again." Her father nodded in understanding. "I know, but the poor boy has been dying to see you. The two of you grew up together but didn't really spend much time together. You have always been pushing him away Janice. Give him a chance."Janice couldn't hold the brewing rage inside her any longer. "Give him a chance?! Why should I give him a chance Dad?! I have no