“Don’t you watch where you are” I stop myself halfway. I notice a woman, blond hair wearing a floral printed two piece, arms full of books she’s trying to hold on to.
“Rebecca!, oh shit this is so clumsy of me, my mind is preoccupied”. I kneel to pick up the scattered papers. “And you are?” She squints her eyes still hugging the books to her chest. “The guy? From the bar? The other night?” I hand her the papers watching her closely. “Ohhh, yes, the hot man from the bar, how could I forget” she winks. She thinks I am hot? I slide my hands in my pocket. “How did the tequila treat you the next morning, did you find your excitement ?” She laughs. “Okay, tease me now, it’s allowed” “What is a fine lady like you doing around here and with all these” I say pointing to the books on chest. “Nothing really” her eyes glance from behind me to her surrounding making me to turn around for a brief moment. I am dropping this off for someone, my father actually” “Oh well, daddy’s girl I presume” “Errr, I wouldn’t say that, how about you, what are you doing here” “Business” I lean slightly closer. “I never quite got your number you know. What do you say we hang out. I mean it’s not a coincidence I see you here again” “Coincidence, I don’t believe in that” she arcs a brow. “I believe in destiny” I shrug. She laughs “Yeah, sure when?” She says adjusting the books on her hand. “How about tonight?” “Tonight’s not good, tommorow?” “Fine by me”I smirk. “The number?” She calls it out while I punch it into my dial. “Take care beautiful” She walks past me glancing over her shoulders “try not to bump into anyone else, stranger” I watch her go, a smile across my face. Rebecca, something about you I just can’t seem to pin. Back in my office. Miguel is sitting on top of my desk, legs crossed and I stand my the large window in my office enjoying the view while we talk to the lawyer. “So what you are saying here is” Miguel gets down from the desk “we have to wait for this man, err mr shit face to reach a certain amount of debts, loans and that would make him loose some kind of control from his company?” “Yes, exactly what I mean” “Well, how longs that gonna take?” “I can’t say for certain sir, but with the look of things on this record seems he really trusts Mt Donald and has left everything to him, lavishly spending it shouldn’t take much longer if everything goes well” “Can’t we speed things up?, we don’t have time” he gestures with his hand. “Well-“ “Mike, that’s okay” I say turning to them. “You may go now, thank you, we trust in your process hundred percent” I give him a hand shake and he stands to leave. Mike gives him a playful bow as he leaves. “His afraid of me” he laughs. I roll my eyes. “We are almost there Miguel” He walks over to my chair, seats down and crosses his legs over the table. Leans back and places his hand beneath his head. “So when everything is done what next? I get to send my men yeah” “Of course, we have to be strategic, don’t want you going to jail. More like a hit and run” “Yess” he says it in such a way to expose his teeth. “They are so ready, that man huh. Had hurt a whole lot of people. A lot of people want him down. Can’t believe our parents worked for him” I pause. “Has it ever occurred to you though, that maybe, just maybe our parents had done some dirty work for him? I mean if you work for someone you know their secrets” “Man, that’s none of my business. All I know is, he cheated my parents, they collected their money back and he got them killed. What’s there not to understand” he sits up. “You are too soft brother. That’s what I don’t like about you. Your hearts to soft.” He walks over to me and pats me on my shoulder “Don’t worry, that’s why I am here. To handle the dirty work” I sigh. “I met a girl” I say changing the subject. “Ooouuu. The last time you said you met shirk that didn’t end well if I remember” he smirks “Stop bringing that up man, what’s wrong with you” “Sorry bro, just pulling your legs” he chuckles “Don’t let me even get started with Rachel” Rachel was his ex girlfriend. Part of his gang. She woke up one morning took his money and the next thing she’s in another country with another man. Miguel didn’t consider going after her. But I had never seen him more in love. “Bro” he grins, “don’t get me started with that witch, she took everything but my boxers” I laugh. “And you weren’t even wearing boxers” We both laugh. “So this girl” he wiggles his shoulders “Tell me about her” I walk over to my chair, relax in it and spin a little. Looking at the ceiling “she’s different..” “She’s bold, flirty, Got this vibe, she’s just not like others I have met. We met at a bar of all places man” He whistles. “Sounds dangerous, what’s her name” “Rebecca. What’s more, I seem to be bumping into her everywhere, saw her around here today” Miguel chuckles. “Did she say what she was doing around here?” “Said she had business. Something about dropping something off for her father” Miguel straightens. “Her father? You ask who that was?” I shake my head. “Didn’t seem important” He shrugs. “You might want to know, a girl that smooth? You might be talking to the Presidents daughter for all I know” he jokes I glare at him. “Not telling you anything more” “Man” he says with a wide grin. I replay Rebecca’s smile in my head, the way she looked at me. “I need a drink” It’s late. Miguel had left an hour ago. I get into my car and turn on the ignition. The engine makes a sound as I drive out of the parking lot. I drive slowly around the cub and take a u turn, and then I notice the car. An AMG Mercedes Benz is tailing me.I glance in the rear view mirror, it’s not a coincidence, the car has been following me since I left the office. I adjust the rear view mirror. Its headlights are dim and a good distance from me. I speed up slightly making a sharp left turn at the corner. The car follows my movement. My heart races. This isn’t random. I accelerate, driving the car faster. I decided to take the higher way. I glance at the rear view mirror again. Still behind me a few cars in its front. I take zig zag motions moving from land to lane. I hear horns. And notice an old lady flash me the finger, I don’t mind. I take the round about and head into a quiet neighborhood. I have Lost him. I move to the side of the road and park. This has something to do with the envelope. I might have to inform Mike. It’s evening. Still shaken from yesterday, I pull up to the front of a fancy looking house with a small gate I could see through its bars. I could see the front yard. The scenery is explicit, flowers of diff
Rebecca’s POV I am a teenager again, putting on a tank top and shorts. standing at the edge of a cliff enjoying the view feeling blissful, I close my eyes and inhale. Taking in a whiff of the summer air. Enjoying the feel of cool breeze on my skin. Suddenly I feel a presence behind me the air in my body rises. I turn slightly. Just then I feel a jolt. I am falling, slowly. Someone is at the edge now looking at me. He’s smiling. I recognize him. Father. I jerk awake and sit up on my bed. I wipe away beads of perspiration from my face. That dream again. I study my surroundings and inhale. I reach for the alarm clock beside my bed. It’s three in the morning. I walk to the bathroom and splash water on my face looking at my reflection in the mirror. Sharp jawline, blue eyes, blond hair. I smile and put on my robe. God really took his time. I head to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. And relax on my couch. My thought drifts to dad. I remember how happy I felt when m
I jerk. Hitting my head on the desk. “Father” “Rebecca” “I..I” I stammer. He arcs a brow and walks over to his desk. I walk around to the front of his desk and watch him take seat. “Snooping around are you?” “I came to hand over the divorce papers to you, we need your signature” I say reaching into my bag to retrieve the document. He examines me for what feels like two minutes and finally says. “You know, you seem more enthusiastic about this divorce than your mother. After all this years, you just sweep everything I have done for you both under the carpet” he chuckles “What was I expecting anyway, human beings always betray you at the end of the day.” I stare at him, stunned by the coldness in his voice, the way he made it sound like we were the villains. “Betray you?” I scoff, hugging the papers tightly to my chest. “You call emotional neglect and physical abuse ‘everything you’ve done for us’? You really think we owe you gratitude?” He leans back in his chair, a s
Donald Seated at the board meeting, I keep my eyes on the screen as John, my manager is delivering a power point presentation on growth projections. His voice is drowned in the background as my mind is caught up in the call I had just ended. “You are to deposit a thousand dollars in cash and we had over your envelope, your secret is safe with us and we act like all this never happened” A hoarse voice spoke through the phone. Unrecognizable “How do I know I can trust you, this is not a set up” Then there was a pause, then a distant voice, like someone had turned away from the receiver. Then the voice returned. “You don’t, that’s the price of keeping secrets, Sinclair” I wanted to curse him out, fling my phone across the wall. But instead I remain calm. “You are playing a really dirty game” He gave a low chuckle. “You know better than to come after us. Call this line only when you’re ready to pay.” Click. The line went dead. I shift in my seat, how do I pay th
Rebecca’s POV What did I just do? I just invited the one man who makes me nervous to my house. I look at him. Surprise written all over his face. “Really?” He asks with a grin. “Yes, sure why not” I am nervous now. I quickly open the door before I change my mind. He followed me out of the car. The night is silent making the crunch of gravel beneath our feet audible. I unlock the door, step inside and turn on the lights suddenly aware of the coffee mug I normally leave out on the counter before heading for work, the stash of pillows I used for younger practice tossed carelessly on the couch. “Place is a bit of a mess” I give a nervous giggle, brushing a stray coil behind my ear. “You kidding? Your place is amazing” I watch him walk over to my couch and giving a little hop before sitting down. Smiling. The way he smiles genuine and boyish. Those types that reach your eyes, making my tense muscles relax. “Well, thank you” I say removing my coat and placing them on the hook by th
Donald. Her body is still pressed against mine, she’s fast asleep, her breath is steady, her hands resting gently on my chest. I watch her, taking in the moment. The curve of her lips, her flushed cheeks, the slow rise and fall of her chest. I can’t make out he features properly, but I let my imagination do the rest. She’s undeniably beautiful. I shift a little, reaching to adjust the pillow under her head careful not to wake her. She’s moves but doesn’t open her eyes. I let her Settle back into sleep before I move from under and sit up at the edge of the bed. One minute we were on the couch, and the next we are on our feet heading up the stairs leaving pieces of fabric behind. Soon enough we were here, On her bed. Her lips found mine, my hands on her skin , her breath hot against my neck, her hands all over me, like she was trying to memorize everything and I let her. She was on top, eyes locked with mine, stroking me slow like she wanted to break me open. Now, with
Rebecca’s POV. It’s almost 6PM and I still haven’t heard from him. Donald had said he would call. l really shouldn’t be bothered that he didn’t. I mean. I roll my eyes trying to shrug if it off. It’s not like we are dating or anything. But now the day is nearly gone, and my phone’s been silent. I think again. I’ve texted twice and called once. Still no response. I try not to overthink it. Maybe he’s busy with meetings. Maybe he lost track of time. But my gut says otherwise. He was off this morning quiet and withdrawn. Like he was carrying something heavy but didn’t want me to notice. I did, of course. I always notice everything. By 7PM, I give up pretending I’m okay. I grab my coat and drive out. I don’t know what I’m doing exactly, but my instinct carries me to his office building. I tell myself I will stop by, maybe surprise him, maybe ease whatever’s eating at me. But when I get there, the receptionist barely looks up. “Mr. Perez already left for the day,” she says.
Frantic, I drive straight to Mike’s. I don’t bother knocking, I have the key. Andrew my head is spinning to many thoughts to care about manners. The house is quiet. Until I walk into the living room and nearly collide with a half naked woman scrambling to cover herself with a bedsheet. She has a British accent and a smile that tells me maybe she thought I was someone else. “Where is Mike” I ask not interested in small talk or the way she was trying to adjust her bra. “I don’t know” she smirks. “He said he would be back home later…maybe you could keep me company instead. I turn around and leave. There is only one other place he might be. The club. The club is loud and bubbling with music. Cigarette smoke fills the air. Red and blue lights illuminate the room, bodies pressed against each other. I squeeze through. “Hey, my man” I hear from a distance. I give a thumbs up not ready for a conversation. I spot him in the vip section, surrounded by bouncers and a drunk woman. He h
My eyes shift to my surrounding. I notice people staring. Marylin is using a hand to fan herself. She’s so dramatic. Donald has a wide grin on his face. I walk down to meet him. A sly smile on my face. “Is this your idea of an apology” I pluck a rose and sniff it. “ well, I was hoping you would forgive a clumsy gentleman like myself” he’s staring at me. “If this is for me to forgive you, it nighh be working” I say teasing him. “ I would like us to leave here ” I whisper “ people are staring. He chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. “Hope in Madame. I promise not to bribe you with more flowers” “Like the way you just did?” I roll my eyesHe opens the car door for me like a perfect gentleman, of course he would and I slide in, trying to Steady my racing heart. He walks to the drivers seat and tosses the bouquet gently at the back seat. Before he starts the car there is a loud knock by my window that makes me jump. It’s Marylin. “Well?” She whispers. “Are you seriously going t
Donald’s POV Back home, I stand by the window, staring out into the dark like I would find answers. My phone feels heavy on my palms, no call from the blackmailers, no threats, no updates and I can’t reach them. Just silence. And silence is always worst. I pace back and forth. A hundred things running through my mind. I should have burned the envelope the day I got it. My eyes twitch. I open the safe again, the contents are still the same except for the envelope. And rebecca? I haven’t spoken to her in while Shit. I reach for my phone. Ten missed calls. I see messages. I move to my call log, my hand hovers over her name. I exhale and run a hand through my hair. What if Rebecca finds out? What if Delmont finds out? I place the phone on the table. I can’t drag Rebecca into this? She doesn’t know the kind of man I am. If she ever finds out this version of me she wouldn’t want to stay. My chest is heavy. I collapse into the chair. My head buried in my hands. I n
Mikes POV The moment Donald’s slams the door on his way out, the silence in the room is deafening. I light another cigarette with shaky hands, the smoke doing nothing to calm the storm going on in my head. Those bastards. They stole the envelope. Kept the photos and I did not see it coming. I grab the envelope again and flip through its contents. Maybe Donald missed something. But no. The photos are gone. The only proof of that night vanished. My jaw clenches and my fist roll into a ball. I feel the burn in my chest.Someone ratted us out. Has to be, someone close to me. Someone around here and I have got a good damn idea who that might be. I storm out of the vip room, ignoring the girl waiting outside wearing a lace and red lipstick. She tries to touch my arm but I brush her off. The bouncers part like water when they see the look in my eyes.I head straight to the back where staffs and low life’s hang out. They stiffen when they see me coming. I like the sound of that. Good.
Frantic, I drive straight to Mike’s. I don’t bother knocking, I have the key. Andrew my head is spinning to many thoughts to care about manners. The house is quiet. Until I walk into the living room and nearly collide with a half naked woman scrambling to cover herself with a bedsheet. She has a British accent and a smile that tells me maybe she thought I was someone else. “Where is Mike” I ask not interested in small talk or the way she was trying to adjust her bra. “I don’t know” she smirks. “He said he would be back home later…maybe you could keep me company instead. I turn around and leave. There is only one other place he might be. The club. The club is loud and bubbling with music. Cigarette smoke fills the air. Red and blue lights illuminate the room, bodies pressed against each other. I squeeze through. “Hey, my man” I hear from a distance. I give a thumbs up not ready for a conversation. I spot him in the vip section, surrounded by bouncers and a drunk woman. He h
Rebecca’s POV. It’s almost 6PM and I still haven’t heard from him. Donald had said he would call. l really shouldn’t be bothered that he didn’t. I mean. I roll my eyes trying to shrug if it off. It’s not like we are dating or anything. But now the day is nearly gone, and my phone’s been silent. I think again. I’ve texted twice and called once. Still no response. I try not to overthink it. Maybe he’s busy with meetings. Maybe he lost track of time. But my gut says otherwise. He was off this morning quiet and withdrawn. Like he was carrying something heavy but didn’t want me to notice. I did, of course. I always notice everything. By 7PM, I give up pretending I’m okay. I grab my coat and drive out. I don’t know what I’m doing exactly, but my instinct carries me to his office building. I tell myself I will stop by, maybe surprise him, maybe ease whatever’s eating at me. But when I get there, the receptionist barely looks up. “Mr. Perez already left for the day,” she says.
Donald. Her body is still pressed against mine, she’s fast asleep, her breath is steady, her hands resting gently on my chest. I watch her, taking in the moment. The curve of her lips, her flushed cheeks, the slow rise and fall of her chest. I can’t make out he features properly, but I let my imagination do the rest. She’s undeniably beautiful. I shift a little, reaching to adjust the pillow under her head careful not to wake her. She’s moves but doesn’t open her eyes. I let her Settle back into sleep before I move from under and sit up at the edge of the bed. One minute we were on the couch, and the next we are on our feet heading up the stairs leaving pieces of fabric behind. Soon enough we were here, On her bed. Her lips found mine, my hands on her skin , her breath hot against my neck, her hands all over me, like she was trying to memorize everything and I let her. She was on top, eyes locked with mine, stroking me slow like she wanted to break me open. Now, with
Rebecca’s POV What did I just do? I just invited the one man who makes me nervous to my house. I look at him. Surprise written all over his face. “Really?” He asks with a grin. “Yes, sure why not” I am nervous now. I quickly open the door before I change my mind. He followed me out of the car. The night is silent making the crunch of gravel beneath our feet audible. I unlock the door, step inside and turn on the lights suddenly aware of the coffee mug I normally leave out on the counter before heading for work, the stash of pillows I used for younger practice tossed carelessly on the couch. “Place is a bit of a mess” I give a nervous giggle, brushing a stray coil behind my ear. “You kidding? Your place is amazing” I watch him walk over to my couch and giving a little hop before sitting down. Smiling. The way he smiles genuine and boyish. Those types that reach your eyes, making my tense muscles relax. “Well, thank you” I say removing my coat and placing them on the hook by th
Donald Seated at the board meeting, I keep my eyes on the screen as John, my manager is delivering a power point presentation on growth projections. His voice is drowned in the background as my mind is caught up in the call I had just ended. “You are to deposit a thousand dollars in cash and we had over your envelope, your secret is safe with us and we act like all this never happened” A hoarse voice spoke through the phone. Unrecognizable “How do I know I can trust you, this is not a set up” Then there was a pause, then a distant voice, like someone had turned away from the receiver. Then the voice returned. “You don’t, that’s the price of keeping secrets, Sinclair” I wanted to curse him out, fling my phone across the wall. But instead I remain calm. “You are playing a really dirty game” He gave a low chuckle. “You know better than to come after us. Call this line only when you’re ready to pay.” Click. The line went dead. I shift in my seat, how do I pay th
I jerk. Hitting my head on the desk. “Father” “Rebecca” “I..I” I stammer. He arcs a brow and walks over to his desk. I walk around to the front of his desk and watch him take seat. “Snooping around are you?” “I came to hand over the divorce papers to you, we need your signature” I say reaching into my bag to retrieve the document. He examines me for what feels like two minutes and finally says. “You know, you seem more enthusiastic about this divorce than your mother. After all this years, you just sweep everything I have done for you both under the carpet” he chuckles “What was I expecting anyway, human beings always betray you at the end of the day.” I stare at him, stunned by the coldness in his voice, the way he made it sound like we were the villains. “Betray you?” I scoff, hugging the papers tightly to my chest. “You call emotional neglect and physical abuse ‘everything you’ve done for us’? You really think we owe you gratitude?” He leans back in his chair, a s