CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO *"What are you hiding, Drake Hughen?"*"I think it's high time you come back don't you think honey? It's been five days and I think that's sufficient already and besides..." Janice rolled her eyes as she clutched the phone close to her ears as slumped into the couch with an exasperated deep sigh. "...and besides you have explored south Africa already haven't you? Plus, your big fashion runaway coming up in Paris. How is the prep coming along by the way?" Her father went on over the phone. "Well, the manager in charge is doing just fine Dad. Don't sweat it, I got everything under control." Janice said. In that instant, Drake padded to the exquisite living room almost naked except for the piece of shorts hiding his modesty. She almost choked on the glass of water she was about to put on her lips. She coughed roughly. "Honey? Are you alright?!!!" her father's worried voice rang through the phone. Drake quickly came at her side with a fres
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE*"Careful what you wish for princess." *He didn't mean to gape but he couldn't help it. Did he give himself out? But how? He made certain that he threaded carefully. She had given him the impression that she trust him. Now what? Why the abrupt question? His jaw tightened as his brain attempted to concoct an answer to her unusual question. He forced a half smile at her and shrugged, feigning ignorance and confusion. Looking down at her, he asked. "What are you talking about, Jane? Hiding what?" She was silent as her inquisitive hazel eyes bored into his, searching for something he doesn't seem to understand. She giggled suddenly, making him even more confused.He arched a brow at her. "And what is funny?" She shook her head furiously while still giggling in childish relish. Smearing the tiny drops of tears collecting at the Corner of her eyes, she puffed out a deep breath and then said, "My God! The look on your face gets me holl
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR *"...So... Are you ready?"*With that determined glint in her eyes, there's no backing out is there? He puffed out an exasperated deep breath of resignation. But what could he possibly tell her? There is no way in hell he would sell out his family secret to their arch-enemy's daughter! No way in hell he would do that! Okay. So what lie could he possibly put together and feed her? She's beginning to get annoying really, poking her nose into his business. But then, if he doesn't say anything, her suspicion may grow and she may end up not trusting him. He certainly doesn't want that. "Are you gonna tell or what?" She snapped, as she drummed her toes on the carpeted flooring impatiently. "Why are you such a reticent person?" she asked, shooting up her brows dubiously at him. He tsked and ran his hand through his hair again. "Why do you care, Janice? I'm just your horse keeper." He held out his hand expansively, arching his brows at her
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