Elena leaned her back on the long seat of the café after reading the message from Emir Drake.‘He asked me to meet him and he wanted to talk something tonight. What does he want to know?’Elena gulped and she just finished reading the first message when the next one echoed her gadget.‘He asked me where I am now???’She curled up her nose as she was being skeptical.She thought for a few seconds before her fingers typed the Ashley’s café location.She got a reply in a short time.‘He asked me to wait here for a half hour? He sent somebody to deliver me a dress for meeting up with him tonight? And a bouquet of flowers for Ashley? Dude…you really made me question.’Elena caught a heap of fresh air and decided to do what Emir asked her.The driver of the luxurious black newest Mercedes Benz edition car Emir sent for her, dropped her in the front of a classy restaurant with pateo in the front part of the place.The man from the valet parking opened the door of the car for her.
Emir Drake saw Elena had spent the wine too much.He held the hand of the woman and prevented her from taking another glass of wine.“It’s enough. I think I should take you home.”Elena sneered at him and saw him calling on his phone.A waiter came forward and took the card Emir submitted before he returned back.“Would you need a help Sir?” He asked Emir after giving back the card.Emir put the card into his outer outfit and shook his head calm. “I could handle her.”The waiter nodded and asked permission to leave them alone.Emir rose from his seat and stood by Elena’s chair. He helped her to stand and dragged out the chair to give her some space. He wrapped his arm on her waist as they walked to come out the restaurant.The same black Mercedes car which driving Elena to that place had stood by, waiting for them. A man from the valet parking helped Emir opened the door as Emir pushed Elena to get into the car. As she bent down and entered into the car, Emir put his ha
As her eyes opened and hit with a stare of a man, being watched, she saw that figure was standing steadily by the sofa. Shrinking between the realm, glaring through the window outside and the clock on the wall, it was seven in the morning the clock showed. She clutched at that face again. “Woke up already?” His heavy voice greeted and made Elena jumped to sit on the sofa. In curious look, fully she was alert being together with a man, Elena spanned her gaze through herself. Fully covered and didn’t sense anything weird, she fixed her dress that she wore the night before under Emir’s glance. Her head felt quite heavy. Emir handed her a cup of warm tea. His gaze was wandering along the way to the kitchen and any other corners of the house, shifted away from her. “Haven’t you picked up errands?” He asked and sipped his own tea. Elena shook her head and took a sip of the warm tea, her tongue tasted different flavor of tea. It was made by a man inside her house and h
Occasionally, handling a gathering, talking about business matters with the entertainment background on the yacht could be paradoxical stunning.Emir sat on the corner part, got his skin tanned under the sun, resting himself on the lounger, music sounded whimsical on the background. The DJ energetically moved his hands. As the DJ held a sway, bikini swimwear girls also beamed their hips as his music hypnotized those hot girls. Most of those girls were celebrities and models from any kinds of business, making them to sway their heads, the deck had become the dance floor under his magic.Making those privileged men’s eyes stunned. Escaping from their surrounded risky decisions made and policies boldly made in their environment, those men sought for a tiny loop in taking a powder from their normal life as people wanted them to get involved. The kind of craziness ordinary people never thought they would spend, but those men needed to keep them jumping out from their twenty hours
Two rows from set of sport motorcycles were arranged in a line, waiting for being repaired. Elena spanned her eyes inside the garage, her sport motorcycle should have been done. Mandy, the owner and was one of the mechanics, approached her and wiped off his dirty hand. “Hey, long time not to see.” He opened the conversation and looked at her, standing next to her. “Yeah. How about mine?” She turned her head to a middle aged man with his cap wearing in reversed way and wore his overall working. The man waved at her, asking to follow him. They walked in front of those super maintained motorcycles. “Here you are.” They stopped in front of a black sport motorcycle and it seemed that it just got polished. It was fire blade edition by Honda but it had been repainted in black polished. “I have reassembled some old parts.” Mandy explained. “Since the last time you took it for illegal street racing. A year ago and I almost desperately needed it to be sold.” His sentence mad
Edward sighed, looking away from the television screen. There were some news from entertainment channel about his dating rumors with a model, Emma Smithson.The worst thing was the spilling tea about him, being the third party. Something ridiculous, he never intended to come between someone’s romance as a fall guy.He grabbed his gadget and texted Emma, asking for her feeling about the rumors.In seconds, his gadget was beeping and the answer got him to be so surprised. He watched the night crawling in slow pace. It was strolling down to midnight as he tried to recline on the long sofa, in his other apartment. Staying away from the reporters and cameras of paparazzi since the rumor was rolling around. He puffed. ‘Glad Granny didn’t know anything about it. Curtis??? I hope he doesn’t pay attention for something crap like that…’ his thought was running though he tried to close his eyes.A day after, Emma Smithson appeared on a short interview in a tv show. Wearing the same out
Elena sucked a deep inhale. She looked at Angelo, he was on the seat of a parked jet ski and was ready to launch it. “We’ll go with Mr. Emir’s yacht for this case assignment?” she asked and her eyes were directed at an island. The island was predictably located ten miles from the shores, remotely aside, where Fred Tiger and his lover were taking a vacation. A trustworthy informant said the couple were staying inside a nonpublic resort there, belonged to a confidential exclusive club with his yacht. It has been dark already but some lights came from some yachts, coasting in the middle of the ocean but also coming from the private island. Angelo turned his head to her, swallowed her current curiosity as he gave a nod. “We should do. Johnny said he’s going to hire it.” He ignited the jet ski machine. “Will you come with me?” He pulled out his arm for Elena to reach it out. Elena pulled down the glasses for riding the jet ski after taking a sigh. She reached out for An
“Are you ready? We’re going to make execution tonight.” Angelo looked at Elena, she was wearing night dress for beach party, the one that she got from the wardrobe in her room.Emir was taking a seat, not too far from them, watching them without saying any words.Elena gave him a nod, the yacht began sailing after they finished having dinner. The destination was the private island where the resort was located.The scenario would involve Emir as one of the privileged exclusive club members. He gave them the access for first checking to enter the resort. He would introduce them as a couple of his family members and told the management about spending a night of honeymoon.He watched Elena had wore her wig with curly brunette medium hair, she also wore a pair of soft lenses to change her eyes color becoming deep blue. She put some makeup tricks to change her nose, lips and forehead. Appeared differently, she was seen as a different woman rather than a woman named Elena Rogue.Someone