I stared at her in shock, my heart pounding in my chest. Did she know Keith? How? Maybe she was talking about a different Keith.I turned to him, searching for answers, but his face was a mask of inscrutability."Keith, what's going on here?" I demanded, my voice a mixture of confusion and urgency.Keith sighed, rubbing his temples as if trying to ward off a headache. "Richard, there's a lot you don't know. She's... well, she's someone I knew a long time ago. It's complicated.""Complicated how?" I pressed, not willing to let it drop. "How do you know her?"Keith glanced at the unconscious woman in the back seat, then back at me. "Her name is Yilena. We were... involved, years ago. We parted a long time ago and I hadn't seen her since. Until recently."My mind was reeling. This whole situation was spiralling into something much deeper than I had anticipated. "And now what?""Let's get her home first. After that, we'll talk." Keith said, walking to the driver's seat.My thoughts raced.
YILENA POVI squeezed my eyes shut even tighter as I felt the light from the bulb hit my eyelids. I wasn't ready to wake up yet but I had to and after a few seconds of convincing myself, my eyes finally fluttered open.I awoke with a pounding headache, my mind foggy from the previous night's revelry. The last thing I remembered was being drunk at the club, drinking to my heart's content. I blinked against the harsh morning light streaming through the curtains, my head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton.As my eyes adjusted, I realized I was in my bedroom, but something was off. The familiar comfort of her bed did little to alleviate the confusion swirling in my mind. I tried to sit up, only to feel a heavy arm draped over her waist. Panic surged through me as I turned my head and saw a man lying next to me. His hand gently turned my face toward his, and he leaned in as if to kiss me. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured.I screamed, scrambling out of bed and backing up agains
SARAH POVI straightened my skirt, took a deep breath, and picked up the tray holding the steaming cup of coffee.Today was the day and with Jenna off since she got pregnant, I doubt I'd get a better chance than this.It's my first time serving Keith coffee and I can only pray that he doesn't notice a thing. Hopefully, it doesn't all go in vain and my mother's drug supply works this time.It's supposed to make him deadly horny and he'll fuck me in the process. I gulped, "I hope I survive to get pregnant after this." I muttered under my breath.It was easy to slip into the drug since I was the only one who went to the coffee machine at that time.The door to Keith's office loomed ahead, slightly ajar. I could see him through the gap, hunched over his desk, papers strewn everywhere, his hair tousled from running his fingers through it repeatedly. His phone was cradled between his shoulder and ear, his voice a low, urgent murmur. Perfect situation for him not to think much of me being
JENNA POVI never thought I had it in me to treat anyone in that manner but it turns out I did.How dare she come near Keith and what the hell did she do to him?It's a good thing that he called me over earlier. Imagine if he was a second late.I turned to Keith after shutting and locking the door to his office. He appeared in pain and had already unzipped his pants while still being seated.His member was throbbing and he held on to it, gritting his teeth and sweating."Try the coffee," he said to me."Huh? What? Seriously, Keith. That's what you're worried about? What happened to you?" I replied, confused as I moved closer to him with a worried look on my face."Do as I say, Jenna." he groaned, relaxing his head back on the seat, "Drink the fucking coffee!" This time it came out as an order and I flinched, not expecting his voice to come out so sharp.I took his half-emptied cup of coffee and drained it of whatever was left."There. Happy no-" I paused, rethinking the situation as
My cheeks turned red as I felt a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction. "You're insatiable," I teased, my voice still breathy.He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Only for you," he replied, his hands gently caressing my back while we stood there naked in his office. "I can't get enough of you, Jenna."I opened my mouth to speak but got interrupted by a knock on the door.I froze, my eyes locking with on Keith's in panic and a hint of residual lust. I quickly scrambled to grab my discarded clothes, the urgency in my movements heightened by the persistent knocking."Just a minute," Keith called out, his voice surprisingly steady given the situation. He tossed me my blouse, and I fumbled to put it on, my fingers trembling while he just got dressed casually.As Keith zipped up his pants and adjusted his shirt, I tried to smooth down my skirt, my heart pounding in my chest. The knock came again, more insistent this time."Keith, are you in there?" The voice belonged to Yil
KEITH POVIt's just been what? Like, two minutes? She stepped out for just two minutes and my men had already alerted me about her sister coming after her with a knife."Keith! Keith, we still have to handle this issue!" Yilena screamed after me, unaware of what was happening outside.I didn't bother to turn talk less of reply to her, all my mind and soul was set upon Jenna's safety and I swear, if that Sarah wasn't a woman, I'd beat her to a pulp!I sighted Jenna from a distance but as soon as I felt relieved nearing the road, I saw a face I never thought would show itself in front of me again."Whitaker..." I muttered his name, watching his kind-hearted smile turn to a wicked grin as soon as Jenna wasn't watching.His hand reached for her waist while his eyes were fixed on me and all I could think about was getting her out of there.Unfortunately for me, I only noticed it as a trap too late.I turned to see a car heading at me in full spread with the last thing I heard was Jenna scr
YILENA POVI slid away from Keith and Jenna under the guise of keeping watch, only to pull out my phone and make a call.Fuck, Keith. I'm not ready to die. Not yet. My deathbed can never be this close because of them.The man I shot, Leonard Whitaker, has been Keith's nemesis for as long as I can remember and he has found us out.I'm very sure he's not going to forget my face after I shot him and now I need protection from him too. There's no telling what will happen if Keith gets treated and decides to take everything upon himself.We'd be screwed.I watched my phone screen desperately as it was about to buzz for the last time.Thankfully, the person I called picked up in the last second and I breathed out in relief, just noticing that I'd been holding my breath."What is it?" she asked, her voice as hostile as the last time we met.I don't blame her for that, after all, she hates those who don't finish the job."Good evening." I greeted nervously."Girl. I do not have all day. What
WRITER POVThe grandiose library of the sprawling mansion was a scene of chaos. Rich mahogany shelves lined with leather-bound books bore silent witness to the drama unfolding below. The room, bathed in the soft golden light of chandeliers, was punctuated by the frenzied movements of two personal doctors tending to their injured patient.Leonard Whitaker, a towering figure in the business world, sat in a high-backed leather chair, his right shoulder soaked in blood. His tailored white shirt was a torn mess, revealing the ragged wound where the bullet had torn through. His face, usually a mask of controlled authority and false deceiving smiles, was now contorted with pain and fury."Goddammit, watch what you're doing!" Leonard bellowed, his deep voice echoing off the walls. His glare was fixed on Dr. Williams, who was pressing a sterile pad against the wound."I'm trying to stop the bleeding, Mr. Whitaker," Dr. Williams replied, his voice calm but edged with urgency. "You need to sta