Honey's POV.
I was about to open the door of the restroom when I bumped into something hard and rigid. I looked up and noticed a chiseled face looking down at me, confused. I didn't know him, but I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears.
"Just act like you know me."
He hugged me back. His body was warm and firm, causing me to feel a foreign sense of comfort. He brought his hand from his pocket and cupped the nape of my neck before leaning his head close to my ears. His breath fanned my skin, causing a shiver to rub down my spine. "Is someone stalking you?" He asked.
I tightened my arms around his taut waist and nodded. "Yes, I don't know what he wants."
I should have let go of him, but I didn't. I felt strangely safe in his arms. I turned my head and risked a glance at my stalker. He had stopped following me. Instead, he leaned on the wall and was pressing his phone. It looked more like he was waiting for the man I was hugging to leave me alone. I wouldn’t make that happen.
I looked at him from below his chin. "Please don't leave me."
He patted my head gently and smirked. "I won't. You want to use the restroom, right?"
I nodded, still hugging him tightly. His manly cologne clouding my mind, preventing me from thinking straight. "Yes."
Everything about this man looked dangerous and I shouldn’t be attracted to him like a moth which was captivated by the spark of a flame, but at this moment, I was ignorant. Unaware of the darkness that lurked around him.
"Then go and use it. I will wait for you here." He said calmly. I didn't know him, but I was certain he wouldn't leave. I nodded and dropped my hands.
"Alright, I'm coming." I said and entered the restroom.
I didn't spend time in the restroom and came outside. I slightly opened the door and peeked to see if he was still waiting for me. He stood elegantly at the doorway, his broad back was to me. He wore a black suit and fancy leather shoes with a silver bird brooch. Everything about him screamed richness. Wristwatch. Looks. Aura. Demeanor. Dressing.
I looked up and noticed he had turned to look at me. I blushed as I shifted my eyes and stepped out of the restroom. "Thank you." I said and adjusted my handbag over my shoulder.
He waved his hand, dismissing my gratitude. "Don't bother, it isn't a big deal."
I nodded. We walked through the hallway. I uttered a sign of relief when I didn’t see the stalker in the hallway.
"Are you done here?" The man asked.
I wanted to know the name of this dangerously handsome man who had saved me, but I didn’t know how to ask for his name.
"Yes, I came to order a designated shoe for my dad's birthday."
"You must be very close to your father."
I smiled. "Yes, I am. He is my best friend."
He snorted. It made a pleasant sound in my ear. "Mine is quite the opposite. My father was my worst enemy."
I gaped at him. How could he say something like that with so much calmness? "Seriously?"
He nodded. "Yes. We didn't get along that much until it was too late."
"I'm so sorry about that." I said with so much concern in my voice.
He arched a brow at me. "You are sorry about what? My Dad?" He scoffed. "Don't be, he got what he deserves."
I shrugged. "No matter how bad he was, he was your father. You should feel sorry for him."
He pocketed his hands and pressed his lips. "Sometimes, I do feel sorry for him."
"So what happened to him?"
He smiled and I flushed. "It's a long story. I might tell you some other time."
MindHoney's POV.He pocketed his hands and pressed his lips. "Sometimes, I do feel sorry for him.""So what happened to him?" He smiled and I flushed. "It's a long story. I might tell you some other time."The attendant behind the counter smiled and slightly waved at me. "Have a nice day, ma'am."I smiled at her and left the shoe store. I stopped before the road and brought out my Samsung. I wanted to call an uber."You brought your car?" The man, my savior, asked.I turned to him and shook my head. "No, I want to order for an uber."He looked ahead of him and pointed at a shiny black Bugatti La Voiture Noire which was parked at the garage of the shoe store. "That's my car over there. If you don't mind, I can give you a ride."My jaw dropped as I stared at the car. It was one of the most expensive cars in the world! This man must be fifthly rich if he owned that car. "...you don't mind, do you?”"What?" I asked. I was so mesmerized with the beauty of the car that I didn't hear what
Honey's POV.He gave me his number and drove off. I smiled as I looked at his number and saved it as 'Handsome Savior’. I kept my phone in my handbag and watched as he drove away. I really hoped to see him at the concert. I smiled and turned. Amelia was stepping out of the music studio, she watched as the car drove away. She turned to me and arched her brow when it was out of sight. "Oyin, who was that?""He is someone who saved me a while ago."Her brows furrowed and walked to me looking worried. "What happened?” She asked. “Why did you say he saved you?"I held the handle of my handbag and pressed my lip. "Well, there was a mysterious fan who was stalking me when I went to the shoe store and I kind of ran into him while I was trying to avoid the stalker."Amelia bit her lip and shook her head. "This won't have happened to you if you had let me follow you." She scolded me.I pouted and walked into the music studio. "Then, I'm glad you didn't follow me because if you did, I wouldn't ha
Lorenzo’s POV She was beautiful.I stared at the young lady on the television. Her black curly hair billowed in the air as she moved her body in rhyming movements, dancing to her song in her music video. Her song was nice, but it wasn't as attractive as her. She flowed like water, swaying her hips and twisting her body. Her amber eyes zoomed in, it shone bright like I was staring directly at her. I leaned on my couch and stretched my hand to take the glass of wine set on an ornate stool before me. My eyes focused on the screen of my television as I took a quick sip and observed her. No mistake, she was the lady I had met at the shoe store this afternoon. She seemed to be into me and that very thought intoxicated my blood with lust. In this music video, she was wearing a cropped top that barely covered her breast and silver shorts which exposed her dark skin. It glowed as she brushed her hands along her breast. She wasn't even touching me, but it turned me on. She was a precious ros
All through the night, I waited for him to call me, but he didn't. Amelia told me to give him a whole day. I looked at the ornate white clock in my bedroom. It was way past twelve so that meant a whole day had gone. I sat up from my bed and stretched my hand to pick up my phone from the nightstand. I took a deep breath and gave him a call. It rang for some time, but he didn't pick it up. I pouted and fell back on my bed. Did he even save my number?The next day, I decided to check the shoe store. I had told my Dad about the mysterious fan who was stalking me the previous day, so he hired a bodyguard to escort me. I didn’t understand why my Dad was being overprotective about the issue, but I guessed it was because he knew I was getting more famous and I needed more security. My car was parked at the parking lot of the shoe store and the masculine bodyguard my father had hired came down and opened the back door for me. I wasn’t used to such treatment, but I thanked him with a smile. Then
Honey. I sat in the green room, my phone latched in my hands. It was the night of my first ever concert. I was meant to be thinking about how I was going to make an impression when I performed my songs on the stage, but my mind kept wandering to the handsome stranger I had met at the shoe store a few days ago.I had invited him to my concert and I had even given him a free ticket. At the very least if he wasn’t going to show up, he could have called me and let me know about it. I sighed when I remembered that he hadn’t even collected my phone number to begin with, let alone save it in his phone. The door leading to the green room opened and Amelia walked inside. She wore a dark green jumpsuit that had lines of sparkling sequins. The shade of her eyes aligned with the color of her eyes which made her look more stunning. Amelia stood before me and observed my outfit. The short dress I was putting on was high above my knee making me shiver as the night was cold. My curly hair had been
Honey.My whole body was numb. I tried to move, but it seemed difficult to move any part of my body. Something soft tightened around my head, preventing me from seeing where I was. I raised my hands to my face, in an attempt to remove the blindfold, but my hands were restricted. I tried to make sense of what was happening to me and why I was finding it hard to do something as simple as moving. It was then I realized the situation I was in.I have been kidnapped!The last thing I remembered was that man covering my face with a wet cloth that smelled really nasty and those other two men fastened something thick around my wrists . Now, it made more sense why I couldn’t move my hands.I dragged my heavy body, trying to move so badly. The floor was strangely soft. Furry. It felt like I was laying on the cloud. I might have allowed myself to enjoy the softness and the welcoming warmth of this floor if I wasn’t panicking about being kidnapped, but I couldn’t let down my guard. I needed to le
My captor didn’t return. I remained in the dark room for what felt like a century before the door opened again. I jolted from my sleep, already at an alert at the intrusion. I didn’t even know when I had slept off. Due to the blindfold, I couldn’t tell if we were still in the night or it was already the next day. How many hours or days must have passed since I had been brought here?I had no idea.The only thought that kept bothering me was that whoever had kidnapped me didn’t have any intention of releasing me. He had come back. I didn’t even know what he wanted to do to me. I turned on the bed. My restrained hands were hurting badly. It was starting to feel sore as I hadn’t been able to move it freely. I groaned in pain as I tried to sit up from the bed. My body ached like it was run over by a car. Maybe I was exaggerating, but you get an idea how I was feeling. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” a soft voice spoke.The voice sounds young and feminine. I sat up quickly, rel
I was led out of the room and told to climb up the stairs. Not long after, I stopped before another room. The lady who had followed me knocked on a door, its sound echoing in the empty hallway.I closed my eyes within the blindfold and sighed. This was it. I will soon see the face of the man who had brought me here. “Bring her inside,” a deep voice said, sending chills down my trembling bones. I didn’t want to enter the room, but I had promised Madam Q that I would cooperate. She had warned me that the boss was an impatient man who had done despicable things to those who offended him. I didn’t know what those despicable things were, but I was certain it was something cruel and I don’t want to end up like the others. So, I cooperated and walked into my doom.There was a long silence in the room and I felt a hard stare roaming over my exposed body. Without thinking twice, I raised my hands to my chest and covered myself. Of course, my hands could barely cover my huge breast, but that d
Honey. Lorenzo had kept his words. He had let me used one of his private jet to travel to meet my family. All through the flight, I was feeling nervous and excited at the same time. This was the first time in forever that I will be finally seeing my parents and couldn’t wait to give my father the gift I had got him at the shoe store. Yes, Lorenzo had gone to collect it for me from the shoe store. I still wasn’t free around Lorenzo, but I was starting to believe he was changing for the better. I clenched the gift box in my hand, smiling. When I got to the restaurant Lorenzo had booked for my father’s birthday party, I rushed inside. My Mom, Dad and Amelia were seated, anxiously waiting for me. The moment they saw me, they all stood up and came to hug me. When my father embraced me, I broke down in his arms. “Honey, what’s wrong?” He pulled back and looked at me with concern. I smiled and stopped myself from crying. I don’t know why I was crying when I was finally given a chance to
Honey.I was still walking away from the gazebo when I felt a hand hold on to me. “Honey, wait!”I turned and shot him a glare. “What?!”“I understand that you are angry and you wish I didn’t kill Avery, but no matter what I do now, it won’t bring Avery back so can’t we just try to move past that?”“Even if it doesn’t, that doesn’t stop you from killing others.” Lorenzo furrowed his brows, his gaze darkening. “Everyone I had killed deserves it one way or the other. You might not see things the way I do, but showing mercy is something one shouldn’t have when you run a business like mine. It always comes back to haunt you. I know this because I watched my father go down because of it. He had mercy on the wrong people and they came back and killed my whole family and took him to jail. At the end, he was murdered there,” he sighed, his gaze looking distant, like he was thinking about something dark about his past. “Honey, all my life I've been betrayed and alway feel like I should be one
Honey.From a distance, I could see the bright golden light shining around the gazebo and there was pleasant music drifting in the air creating a peaceful and relaxed ambiance. There were petals of roses lined up the pavement leading to the gazebo. I took in everything in confusion as I walked towards the gazebo where Lorenzo stood with his back facing me. He wore a classic tuxedo. The kind that made him look more like a gentleman with a heart of gold. The kind that completely hid the monster he truly was. The kind that would make one feel safe around him. I walked up to him and he turned to me, his magnificent smile taking my breath away. I stood before him, not knowing what to do. I looked around my surroundings, taking in the bright and decorative lights around the gazebo, the lovely flowers which were sagged around the pillar of the gazebo giving the place an inviting fragrance. Lorenzo was standing at the end of a long table filled with a variety of food. At the center of the
Honey.“Then be my girlfriend.”He said it with all seriousness, I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. But I knew Lorenzo wasn’t one to joke around with such things. What he had said was so out of concept. So sudden that it left me feeling confused and lost. When he noticed I didn’t say anything. He looked down at me with impatience. “Say something, Honey.”“What will change if I become your girlfriend?”I asked the most important question. “Will I still be locked up here and restricted like a slave?”His eyes looked distant as he thought of what I had just said. I’m sure he hadn’t meant to ask me to be his girlfriend. He just wanted a reason to make me stay here with him and he found one. “You won’t be restricted and if you need a break from here, you can go whatever you want.”“I want to go back home.”His chin clenched. “Except from there.”“Then what is the point of asking me to be your girlfriend if I don’t have my own freedom?”“Honey, you can’t go home now. You can go anywher
Honey.The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that I was resting on something warm and strangely welcoming. I turned on the bed, dragging my hand along the surface of whatever I was sleeping on. It stirred underneath my touch, causing me to look in its direction. I pulled back when I saw Lorenzo sleeping soundly with me on the bed. I couldn’t remember everything that had happened over the past few days except that I had challenged myself to die. To give up on everything. I had thought Lorenzo was truly going to let me starve to death, but to my surprise the food had kept coming and every time I had refused it. What will be the point of living for one more day just to end up dead with a bullet buried in your head. Lorenzo might not have found out that I was the one who stole those details, but he would. Nothing ever escapes his attention. And thinking about all that, you could imagine my shock at seeing him sleeping beside me on the bed.Have I skipped a century or what?
Lorenzo. “What happened to her?”The maid shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes. Tears weren't a good sign. I didn’t feel good seeing this. The short silence that followed my question made me uneasy and irritated. I needed this maid to say something before she stepped on my last thread of patience!“Speak up and answer my question! What the hell happened to honey?”“I don’t know. When I went to give her her meal, l met her unconscious.”I rushed down to her room. The maid and Madam Q followed me from behind. “I think she is dead.” The maid sobbed as I reached for the handle of Honey’s room door. My hand froze on the handle and my whole body ran cold. What does the maid mean by Honey is dead? Hobey should be anything, but dead!I pushed the door open and halted on my steps when I saw Honey lying lifeless on the cold floor by her bed.Was she… really dead?I couldn’t move from where I stood. I was too scared to find out the truth. It was funny. I had killed countless people, but
“You hate me that much?” I asked, my voice silently breaking. “You talk like there is much to like about you.” Hearing her words, Something broke inside me, leaving a swallow feeling. I wasn’t used to feeling this way. It was messing me up. “Since you hate me so much then I don’t care if you starve yourself to death,” I said coldly, turning my back on her. I didn’t want Honey to see how much her words were hurting me. She must not see the crack she had created in me. I walked towards the door and paused as I reached for the door handle. I looked at Honey from over my shoulder. “In fact, I’m going to save you the trouble. There will be no food delivered to your room from now on and you are forbidden to step outside. You can rot inside here for all I care.” With that, I opened the door and left. Two days later, I was dressing up when a knock came on my door. “Come inside.” The door opened and Madam Q walked inside. “Good morning Mr Russo,” she greeted. “You called for m
Lorenzo. It had been two days since we left Las Vegas. I had been trying to cover up any trace of the details that Avery had given the DEA. Lot of money had been lost due to this and to say I was beyond pissed was an understatement. Killing Avery was to send a warning to others who were thinking or planning to betray me in the future. I needed them to know that I wouldn’t show any mercy on them when they turned their back on me. I had been too busy to check on Honey and see how she was handling the death of Avery. It wasn’t like I cared about her or something, but I knew how soft Honey could be despite how hard she tried to appear. Avery had been cunning enough to get Honey to care about her. I just hoped Honey wouldn’t do anything stupid at the loss of Avery. I was in the shooting range, checking the effectiveness of the new arms that just got delivered to me when Madam Q walked into the room. She stood close to my left. “Mr Russo, there is something I need to say to you.” I dr
Honey. I looked down at the stripper who was still trying to breath properly and laying weak on the floor. I swallowed hard and took in a deep breath. My hands fidgeted with the hem of the blue pajama I was wearing. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t. How will I confess to Lorenzo that I was the one who stole those details. Lorenzo was a monster, he would kill me if he found out that it was me. But still, I couldn’t stand here and watch him kill an innocent person. I needed to do something. I needed to think of what to say that would save us both. Standing before Lorenzo’s cold glare, my mouth seemed to be tied in knots. “It is because… I um… it is because…” I stuttered. The frown on Lorenzo’s face deepened and he was starting to look irritated by my presence. “If you don’t have anything to say, just shut your mouth!” He snapped. He looked away from me and focused his attention back on the stripper. The stripper was now sitting on the ground, her body trembling