"I got to give it to you, you’re tricky." Christopher said as he walked forward, causing Roxanne to take two steps back and ultimately pushing her back into the room.The loud pounding of her heart was evident in her ears while her eyes grew in size, glossing over as she observed Christopher stalking towards her.Ah, why was her luck so bad? She had failed the first time, but you know what they all say, failure is only but direction in another path.She couldn’t say the same for this. Curse her damn mind for encouraging her to walk into more danger.Roxanne cursed in her mind while taking steps back, only stopping when Christopher stopped advancing towards her and folded his hand across his chest."But what i don't understand i show you are still standing." He continued, tilting his head to the side and examining her fragile looking figure.After a while, he clicked his tongue.“I guess you are indeed full of surprises. Catches me off guard every time.”“Christopher,” she spat, her vo
Lance felt his heart drop. Bad news?"What is it?" He asked, his voice rising in pitch."Whoever has Roxanne's phone was smart enough to disable to location. I can't track her anymore."Lance felt his heart skip a beat. "Disabled her location?" He asked as if wanting to re-confirm the bad news he had just heard."Yeah. I can't find her. I'm sorry.""Are you sure?""Yes, Lance."Lance cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his hair, keeping the other one on his steering and keeping his speed steady. "How?""I don't know. I can only speculate that they are smart enough to know that her location might be traced. That's common knowledge, after all."Lance groaned and muttered underneath. "What should I do?"Laurence herd this and suggested. "How about this, you stay where you are, I’ll have my men search for Roxanne. How does that sound? Meanwhile, does anyone come to mind? Anyone who might have any motive to do this?"Lance slowly began t shake his head, not remembering a single
Staring at Lance by the door, Amber and Christopher knew they were fucked. Christopher more than Amber.What the hell was going to happen to him now? Nothing horrible, he hoped. After all, it wasn't like Lance cherished Roxanne like a priceless object. She was merely a tool to satisfy his desires.Or so he thought, but hell was he wrong!Lance wordlessly stormed across the room and pulled Christopher by the shirt before he could react.It all happened in a matter of seconds. One second, Christopher was on the bed hovering above Roxanne and then the next, he was on the floor, Lance hovering above him and blasting his face with punches.The room was filled with the sound of bone against bone and Christopher's constant grunt of pain while Amber watched wide eyes and frozen.This was not how their plan was meant to turn out. So why was this happening?She couldn't process a solid answer and the only thing that left her mouth when she parted them to speak was a terrified scream.Roxanne on
Lance gently carried Roxanne in his arms, her head resting against his chest, as he stepped away from his car and made his way back to his opulent penthouse. The adrenaline from his encounter with Christopher began to fade, replaced by worry and concern for Roxanne’s well-being.The blonde had gone to sleep since a while back and throughout the bumpy road, never once woke up. For someone like Roxanne, who Lance knew all to well, this was unusual and brought about worries to his mind.By the time he arrived at his penthouse, Lance had already called his doctor four times and threatened him well enough and sure enough, by the time he arrived by the door of his penthouse, the doctor was already waiting there.“Mr. Laurent.” He said while bowing his head.Lance, as always, ignored him and pushed open the door to his penthouse, silently beckoning the doctor in.As he stepped into the spacious living room, Lance softly laid her down on the plush couch, tucking her in with a velvet throw.Th
Roxanne stared at the shard of glass by her feet. Her face etched into a frown as her eyes roamed the countless sharp fragments of the shattered glass.“Oh no!” She finally spoke and when she glanced in Lance’s direction, he was simply watching her with a blank expression.Roxanne took this as his usual stoic expression, unaware of the joyous emotion he was feeling after seeing her on her feet.“I…I’ll clean it up.” Roxanne said and bent down to gather the shard of glass- once a cherished memory of him and his late mother.She expected Lance to have a raging outburst and mercilessly scold her for her carelessness.But To her great surprise, barely seconds passed before Lance showed up directly above her, concern etched on his face. Rather than admonishing her, he quickly bent down and stopped her fingers before they could make contact with the shards of broken glass. “You should be more careful, Roxanne. Picking this up with you bare hands could hurt you.” His voice held an unexpected
A week had passed since Lance rescued Roxanne from the clutches of Christopher and Amber. During that time, Roxanne had found solace within the familiar walls of Lance’s penthouse. With the passing days, her dislocated wrist had begun to heal, gradually regaining its strength.Because of numerous and reasonable persuasion from Lance, Roxanne had remained within his penthouse, laying her days away as she waited for her wrist to fully heal and for the dust to settle.Seated comfortably on the plush couch, Roxanne was deeply engrossed in a book she had picked off Lance’s book shelve, when she heard the from behind pull open. Looking up and behind, she saw Lance entering the living room, his face a mix of relief and exhaustion after his call.Realizing he was done, Roxanne closed her book and set it aside before standing up to greet him.“Hey,” she said softly. “Everything okay?”Lance glanced at his phone, debating whether to tell her that Iris had practically been eating his head off a
Lance’s time spent at the pharmacy was rather short and he stepped through the front door of his penthouse, mind consumed with thoughts of all that has happened in the previous days and more importantly how he was going to deal with his stepbrother.He was hardly expecting to find anything out of the ordinary upon his return. But as he entered the living room, his eyes fell upon the sight that instantly stole his attention, soured his already rotten mood and sent a jolt of irritation through his veins all at the same time.Roxanne stood near the doorway, a determined look on her face as she packed her belongings, the exact ones he had bought and gotten for her during her stay with at his house just recent, into a small suitcase.She hadn’t seemed to notice him yet, and as he crept closer, eyes glued on her back figure, Lance felt his heart skip a beat, his confusion mingling with the annoyance that was bubbling up inside him."What's going on here?" he asked, his voice loud with not o
Lance stared at the name across his phone screen, watching as the call continued to ring on. When the call ended, the notification on the screen showed none missed calls, four from Penelope and an extra five from his father.What did he want? Lance pondered as gulped down the last of his whiskey while seated at the mini bar installed in his penthouse.The first thing the male had done when Roxanne stepped out of his apartment was to drown himself in whiskey. For some reason, he felt like that was the only and actually thing that could make him forget the sudden emptiness he felt inside him.With her not being around, the entire penthouse suddenly felt bigger than it actually was and every second and minute that went by, the scene of her perfume and body wash continued to intensify in the air, even though she was no longer anywhere in his sight.When he remembered this thought, Lance sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.Why was he feeling so miserable? It's not like she had dec