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Mr KingKeisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission when and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to never break any of her rules. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance
Mr King Prologue
Keisha had done many things in her life. Some crazy, adventurous things that excited and had her blood rushing in her veins. Things others would have pegged as dangerous and would never dream of doing. She had done them all. However, this was a first.This kind of dangerous brought a completely new meaning to the word. It was a daring, bold and absurd type of dangerous, but she threw all caution to the wind because her safety and identity was at risk of being uncovered.Keisha stood on the tips of her toes and silenced the man. Only this time around, it wasn't with her hand, but with her mouth. She pushed him back and he fell onto the bed, dragging her down with him. They locked eyes then, her brown orbs staring into his emerald ones. Desperation was floating in her eyes, whilst surprise was written in his face. Except, he did not look completely shocked, as if nothing could completely throw him off. Rather, he looked like he was interested in finding out why she had done just that.
Mr King One
"Rodrigo, listen to me. I'm only saying this once and for all. I have absolutely no reason to feel even the slightest remorse when it comes to what I do. This is a special job. One that I'm happy to do," Keisha Martins spoke soothingly, as if her words were voicing the best of intentions. Given, she was convinced she was doing the world a favour. She surveyed her new nails with a smirk of satisfaction. Oh, how she adored the colour red on her stiletto-shaped nails. She furrowed her brows. "Where is this coming from? Don't tell me you want out," she said cooly, although she couldn't quite hide the nervousness in her voice. Rodrigo Gomez was silent on the other end of the line. After a while, he sighed. "I don't know, it's just don't you ever wonder who Draco is? I mean what if he isn't what we think he is?" Keisha listened without interrupting and still kept her silence when Rodrigo finished speaking. "Oh, is this the part where I convince you that we're the good guys?" She asked s
Mr King Two
Keisha screamed frustratedly into her hands. She wished she could say her patience was running thin but she couldn't because it already had. The only thing that could aid her to keep her sanity would be a punching bag but there wasn't exactly any at her disposal. Bummer.She raised her head to look around her. The en-suite was fully tiled in white and a huge shower took up one corner, while a tub that one would no doubt appreciate soaking themselves in took up space adjacent the shower. The very shower that she couldn't manage to crack every single time she had to clean and was the reason why she was completely drenched in her drab grey uniform. Keisha wiped her face once with the palm of her hand and stood up from the toilet seat. Two entire days that she had been working in the mansion and her reasons for being there were seemingly not being fulfilled, rather very much at a standstill. Mr Thompson King was nowhere to be seen. A short conversation with one of the maids had her know
Mr King Three
Grace closed the door to her room and turned around to face Keisha with her hands folded over her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, really looked at Keisha and groaned instead. "Gah, it's hard to be serious with those eye bags under your eyes. You could carry all my belongings in there."Keisha twisted her mouth and touched her eyes. "Don't do me dirty like that. I know it's bad.""Oh, you do know how bad it is? And here I was thinking you probably didn't even know you looked like a zombie. Explain," Grace commanded in a hard tone. "Explain what?" Keisha blinked, poking the eye bags like they were her new object of interest. "What has been taking your time away from your sleep, hmm? Just what have you been doing at night, that you haven't been sleeping at all?" She asked exasperatedly, throwing her hands in the air.Keisha stopped her fingers from prodding her eyes and leaned back to sit with both hands planted behind her on the bed. "No need to get yourself worked up. I'm no n
Mr King Four
Grace closed the door to her room and turned around to face Keisha with her hands folded over her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, really looked at Keisha and groaned instead. "Gah, it's hard to be serious with those eye bags under your eyes. You could carry all my belongings in there."Keisha twisted her mouth and touched her eyes. "Don't do me dirty like that. I know it's bad.""Oh, you do know how bad it is? And here I was thinking you probably didn't even know you looked like a zombie. Explain," Grace commanded in a hard tone. "Explain what?" Keisha blinked, poking the eye bags like they were her new object of interest. "What has been taking your time away from your sleep, hmm? Just what have you been doing at night, that you haven't been sleeping at all?" She asked exasperatedly, throwing her hands in the air.Keisha stopped her fingers from prodding her eyes and leaned back to sit with both hands planted behind her on the bed. "No need to get yourself worked up. I'm no n
Mr King Five
When Mr King arrived, Keisha had missed the memo as usual, too busy trying to figure out how best to gain entrance to the person in question’s study as well as bedroom. Luckily, according to Grace, he had been too tired to really notice any of his staff, new or old and had retired early. Grace had been in a hurry and obviously nervous, by the looks of it, and had not given her enough time to ask her any further details. That was last night, when she had woken up early.Today, that was not the case. Keisha woke up with a start, having dreamt of Rodrigo cackling like a hyena and a grumpy old Mr King, confronting her about being a thief. She had been running endlessly, when she had finally woken up.With her heart beating fast underneath her chest, she muttered something about dirty old men. With a gasp, she grabbed her phone off the table and blinked. It was four hours past the time she was supposed to have woken up. With lightning speed, she ran into the bathroom took a shower. She ma
Mr King Six
"Father," Kane answered the call, already picturing the smile of satisfaction on his father's face. "To what do I owe the pleasure?""Kane, it's good to hear your voice. I trust you've settled in nicely," his father's hoarse voice sounded exactly as it had always been; confident and strong."I'm sure Gladys has already beat me to it and told you all about my settling in," he responded sarcastically, referring to the eternally loyal housekeeper. "Are we really going to pretend to have this conversation?"Thompson King laughed out. "I'll tell you what, that woman is good at her job. I'm sure you know it too. But, it's not Gladys I want to talk about. I'll take it you've agreed to our deal, now that you've come back home."Thompson was a man who had made a name for himself and was respected in the business industry. He was the driving force behind oil exports and imports. Things always went his way and he hardly had to beg. However, in that moment, he sounded every bit desperate —the des
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Mr King Nine
When Kane had walked out of the dining room, his intention had been to go back to the study and check again if there was anything amiss. However, that had been the first thing he had done as soon as the mystery woman had run out of the study. And with how good he was at paying attention to detail, he knew exactly what to look for. And to his surprise, everything was exactly where he had left it and nothing was missing. Provided he had done a very good search of the study in case she had left things like secret cams and anything that he needed to look out for and still not found anything suspicious, it was no use to go through the entire process again. Hence, he welcomed the distraction to see this maid that was clearly lacking in proper basic work ethic. His stroll to the garden was slow, unhurried. He took in everything around him with a slow appreciation for nature. However, the glint in his eyes died when he entered the garden and spotted the big rock that was sitting right in t
Mr King Eight
Her thoughts stumbled upon each other as she waited for her captor to finally free her. She couldn't exactly relax when she had promised to explain herself to him and he had actually listened to her flimsy words said out of desperation. Now, she just had to come up with an excellent excuse or explanation for her actions. And that alone seemed to be an impossible task even to herself because any sane person would find her actions suspicious.Keisha wasn't ready for the suddenness of the action, but the next thing she knew she had been roughly flung onto the leather chair. The chair protested under her weight and it rolled into the desk. Keisha made to get up when he spoke then. "I would be careful of my next step if I were you," he said, the warning clear in the grave tone of his voice. She sat back into the chair and although it felt very comfortable, she couldn't afford to indulge in it's plushness and rather sat stiffly in the air. He walked backwards and her eyes widened anxiousl
Mr King Seven
"You know, you seem to have this talent for disappearing without a trace. Where have you been?" Grace asked a distracted Keisha and caused her to jump."Geez you scared me, Grace," Keisha answered with a small frown distorting her face. She removed the hand that had instinctively found its way over her heart and glared at Grace. "It seems to me your talent is to scare people. Don't you have better things to do with your time than lurk ? Mrs Patterson to make proud?"Grace chuckled at Keisha, while she closed the door to the garden. "Whatever could you have been up to in there? Nobody ever goes inside the garden now."Keisha turned around, disbelief painted over her face. "You can't possibly be serious. It's so beautiful in there, I would just love to get lost in the beauty of it all. By the time I'm found, I'll probably make up some excuse about how big and confusing the place still is to me. What with me being new and whatnot."Grace rolled her eyes at the wink Keisha threw at her. "
Mr King Six
"Father," Kane answered the call, already picturing the smile of satisfaction on his father's face. "To what do I owe the pleasure?""Kane, it's good to hear your voice. I trust you've settled in nicely," his father's hoarse voice sounded exactly as it had always been; confident and strong."I'm sure Gladys has already beat me to it and told you all about my settling in," he responded sarcastically, referring to the eternally loyal housekeeper. "Are we really going to pretend to have this conversation?"Thompson King laughed out. "I'll tell you what, that woman is good at her job. I'm sure you know it too. But, it's not Gladys I want to talk about. I'll take it you've agreed to our deal, now that you've come back home."Thompson was a man who had made a name for himself and was respected in the business industry. He was the driving force behind oil exports and imports. Things always went his way and he hardly had to beg. However, in that moment, he sounded every bit desperate —the des
Mr King Five
When Mr King arrived, Keisha had missed the memo as usual, too busy trying to figure out how best to gain entrance to the person in question’s study as well as bedroom. Luckily, according to Grace, he had been too tired to really notice any of his staff, new or old and had retired early. Grace had been in a hurry and obviously nervous, by the looks of it, and had not given her enough time to ask her any further details. That was last night, when she had woken up early.Today, that was not the case. Keisha woke up with a start, having dreamt of Rodrigo cackling like a hyena and a grumpy old Mr King, confronting her about being a thief. She had been running endlessly, when she had finally woken up.With her heart beating fast underneath her chest, she muttered something about dirty old men. With a gasp, she grabbed her phone off the table and blinked. It was four hours past the time she was supposed to have woken up. With lightning speed, she ran into the bathroom took a shower. She ma
Mr King Four
Grace closed the door to her room and turned around to face Keisha with her hands folded over her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, really looked at Keisha and groaned instead. "Gah, it's hard to be serious with those eye bags under your eyes. You could carry all my belongings in there."Keisha twisted her mouth and touched her eyes. "Don't do me dirty like that. I know it's bad.""Oh, you do know how bad it is? And here I was thinking you probably didn't even know you looked like a zombie. Explain," Grace commanded in a hard tone. "Explain what?" Keisha blinked, poking the eye bags like they were her new object of interest. "What has been taking your time away from your sleep, hmm? Just what have you been doing at night, that you haven't been sleeping at all?" She asked exasperatedly, throwing her hands in the air.Keisha stopped her fingers from prodding her eyes and leaned back to sit with both hands planted behind her on the bed. "No need to get yourself worked up. I'm no n
Mr King Three
Grace closed the door to her room and turned around to face Keisha with her hands folded over her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, really looked at Keisha and groaned instead. "Gah, it's hard to be serious with those eye bags under your eyes. You could carry all my belongings in there."Keisha twisted her mouth and touched her eyes. "Don't do me dirty like that. I know it's bad.""Oh, you do know how bad it is? And here I was thinking you probably didn't even know you looked like a zombie. Explain," Grace commanded in a hard tone. "Explain what?" Keisha blinked, poking the eye bags like they were her new object of interest. "What has been taking your time away from your sleep, hmm? Just what have you been doing at night, that you haven't been sleeping at all?" She asked exasperatedly, throwing her hands in the air.Keisha stopped her fingers from prodding her eyes and leaned back to sit with both hands planted behind her on the bed. "No need to get yourself worked up. I'm no n
Mr King Two
Keisha screamed frustratedly into her hands. She wished she could say her patience was running thin but she couldn't because it already had. The only thing that could aid her to keep her sanity would be a punching bag but there wasn't exactly any at her disposal. Bummer.She raised her head to look around her. The en-suite was fully tiled in white and a huge shower took up one corner, while a tub that one would no doubt appreciate soaking themselves in took up space adjacent the shower. The very shower that she couldn't manage to crack every single time she had to clean and was the reason why she was completely drenched in her drab grey uniform. Keisha wiped her face once with the palm of her hand and stood up from the toilet seat. Two entire days that she had been working in the mansion and her reasons for being there were seemingly not being fulfilled, rather very much at a standstill. Mr Thompson King was nowhere to be seen. A short conversation with one of the maids had her know
Mr King One
"Rodrigo, listen to me. I'm only saying this once and for all. I have absolutely no reason to feel even the slightest remorse when it comes to what I do. This is a special job. One that I'm happy to do," Keisha Martins spoke soothingly, as if her words were voicing the best of intentions. Given, she was convinced she was doing the world a favour. She surveyed her new nails with a smirk of satisfaction. Oh, how she adored the colour red on her stiletto-shaped nails. She furrowed her brows. "Where is this coming from? Don't tell me you want out," she said cooly, although she couldn't quite hide the nervousness in her voice. Rodrigo Gomez was silent on the other end of the line. After a while, he sighed. "I don't know, it's just don't you ever wonder who Draco is? I mean what if he isn't what we think he is?" Keisha listened without interrupting and still kept her silence when Rodrigo finished speaking. "Oh, is this the part where I convince you that we're the good guys?" She asked s
