LAURA'S POV.“What's your idea of fun, Laura?" He asked, staring directly into my orbs."Oh, a bit!.” I added in, still confused with worry written all over my face. I had stayed up later than I expected.“You have never done anything quite fun before, have you?” He asked again, and I shook my head. He flashed me a bright smile before gesturing that I walk closer to him.“Well, good enough. Come in. Let's go. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you, so we'll go slow, okay?”“You are wearing this??” He asked the first words that eased up his lips as soon as his eyes landed on mine. I didn't have the fair choice of a wardrobe change. I had fallen asleep, and certainly he seemed like he was prepared to throw a fit if he had spent a single minute more in the room.“Yes, it's still neat. Just a little wrinkle." I lied, knowing so well that I had been in it all day.“Let's get you fixed; I can't let you think you're this when coming along with me.” He explains, and my eyes grow up, knowing he was
LAURA'S POV.“This looks a little too revealing.” I complained, drawing down the hem of the skirt. He took a long look at me, the type that sent jolts down my spine, his eyes scanning from my head to my toes, which made me really bothered.But I loved it, somewhere, deep down in my carnal desires I knew so well. I loved the obsessed look in his eyes, even when I had told him to make things clean, clear, and shoved in the past between us. Even when I had lied about his obsessiveness and controlling attitudes being a pain in my ass as much as I had lied about each bit, I loved the look in his eyes, the lustful glances he passed at me.“We'll take this one.'' He ordered the staff who had been helping me change clothes all along, his eyes still fixed on mine as he spoke.“Okay, should we bag it up?.” the staff asked, but he nodded negatively, his eyes still against mine.“We are to leave like this; you can have the previous ones dropped into the bin, and how many clothes did she put on to
Chris point of view I passed a glance at her, but she was far too busy sulking, and it worked way well with me. Of course, I hadn't lied about it being a family diner; as a matter of fact, I had other intentions down within me for asking her to come along.But I had seen the information he had passed down to me; all through the night, Matt had sent me the background check he ran through on Harry, but with the situation of her getting pissed and being unable to sleep, I had no time to check.However, as soon as we hit the road, II scrolled through my messages and had my attention pinned against them. I felt all the anger within me rise. It was no joke; it was the bitter truth, the real effect of everything.Apparently, Harry was not who he had pictured himself out to be. I knew something was sneaky as fuck about the man, and yes, it worked well in my line seeing as everything came up as a waste on his end. I was not bothered. at least not that much when it settled on his words,But t
Laura'S POV.“Where did you pick her up? She's weird.” The young lady spoke as she pushed the door open, her statement directed at me while her gaze remained on Chris, who passed me an annoyed glare. I pinned my eyes back to the floor hastily, biting army fingers aggressively. “Laura met my sister Bianca. This is Laura, my personal assistant.” Chris explained as he walked past the both of us.“What's with the glare? You've not seen a dark-skinned person before? '' she asked before slamming the door behind me and walking out into the room while I swallowed hard, following behind.“Grandmum, grandad! Chris brought a girl home, and guess what? She's racist.”“I'm not!.” I complained, cutting into her points all at once while our gazes both remained fixed straight at each other.“I'm not racist.” I added in again, and I followed in behind her. Chris had not bothered to say a thing.We walked deeper into the room and escaped my lips. I hastily palmed my mouth, trying to hide the loud gas
CHRIS POV.“mum! Seriously? What's with the question, quite embarrassing me.” I cut into her words passing a glare at Laura who hesitated immediately, why was she making me think there was more to it? She was never to shut the hell up and was always too toward but thanks to her silence things had gotten white worse.“son, your mother and I will support you in any decision you make, I personally do not care much about your we just want you to be happy, and we need you to have a family, boy, girl, trans, I don't really mind just settle down, you've done enough of single year's people are talking.” dad explained, still giving himself the done time to dine as he spoke.“really? You both aren't going to say anything?.” I asked my questions directed at both Bianca and ricky. As they both passed me a curious questioning glance.“oh please, it really is none of that, well on for starters how about we talk much About other things I see you didn't inform your secretary here what the deal is
LAURA'S POV.I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew I sensed tension between both brothers or cousins; I wasn't sure how to describe them.“You look surprised,” Ricky asked, adding to the statement,I stared blankly at him; I couldld see i there were no lies in his words; I didn't expect him to have gone to jail, and not twice to cap it all; fucking twice, how on earth was that even possible?.” I asked no one but myself as I averted my gaze back to my plate.But no matter how hard I tried, I still met their sister's terrible gaze. She had drawn the conclusion that I was a bad omen, and I wasn't interested in making her think otherwise.“I'm a little surprised; you don't look anything like a...” I trailed off at the ends of my words again, knowing Bianca would only try to prove a point at the ends of my words again. Although it did seem a whole lot better knowing at least I had a thing or two to fall back into, it was making more sense than I had even intended it to.“a criminal? Yes, I
laura'S POV.“fine then, it's quite simple, the truth to the whole thing, I'll tell your tonight but you must promise me, anything we say tonight, lies between you and I, I really don't want anyone else hearing about crap and standing up to me on the issue, chris had not been the type of boy to keep much of his childhood out he preferred when things are discreet.” Ricky explained and I nodded with a smile, being more attentive than I had ever been in most of my classes apart, I always knew something was off and the little talk Jeffereson had passed as well they all got me wondering what it was that was about the stone cold, obsessive and controlling boss of mine which I just could not figure out no matter what.“like I said, Bianca and chris, they weren't on best terms, matter of fact they never are, but Bianca grew to like chris we were all brother's and sister, but put the label on it, we were not blood related, just a bunch of paper works and the likes, never really occurred muc
Sebastian POV.I realized she had her eyes pinned on me all through the drive and even now we highlighted from the car she still had lots going through her head,“stop looking at me that way, it makes me uncomfortable.” I admitted to her, although I sounded gruff but I knew she wanted things professional, and I needed to keep them that way for as long as she wanted.“I'm worried, I didn't mean to stare, it's just that..” she trailed off at the end of her words, still staring at me, and then a smile curved up on her lips sending an uneasy feeling down to the pit of my belly.“Just what have you been sharing with ricky? What the hell had the both of you been up discussing all along?.” I ask again, trying hard to keep my sense intact and my lips sealed.“nothing, just they… are we off work hours now?.” she asked hastily, batting her eyes at me.“It's nine minutes past eleven Laura , yes we are off work hours.” I respond to her words with a little bit of teasing.“Thank goodness.” she mu