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The next couple of days went by with no appearance of Luke Morgan in the agency. Ysabelle was exhausted, patience was not her strong suit. And so were the constant calls and messages Jordan was using to flood her phone. She knew then she had made a mistake. She had to curb her desire for him, so it does not get out of hand again like the last time.He was so attention needy. It was as though he had been deprived of attention as a child. And according to the Headquarters who were monitoring Jonathan Bell’s camera as well, he was only planning for his campaigns and rallies, his calls were only to his PR teams and no one else. He didn’t even contact Luke Morgan.She was currently with the directors of each department in the agency with Jonathan who was being mean and rude to each member. Not that it was any of her business, but the man seems to be in need of so much money. He was berating the finance director now, This would be a good investigation point, Jordan had also mentioned his sh
The headache was becoming too unbearable, Jordan thought. He had to sleep, he just wanted to keep lying down and not wake up but the ache was just too much. He opened his eyes gently. His eyes slid down to see the heavy being pressing down on his hands, Ysabelle’s heavy head. Jordan was awed, when had she sneaked in?Was she even allowed on this floor? Well, she was Captain Ysabelle Gum anyway, she could sneak into the presidential villa if she wanted. Jordan removed the bed cover and got out of bed careful not to wake her.He knew trying any act of chivalry on her will only wake her up so he left her there. He went to the bathroom to wash his sticky body. He felt like he had carried rocks on his back. Releasing the shower head, Jordan allowed the water to clear his senses. Some things were not correlating, his thoughts were jumbled, and the last thing he remembered was Luke Morgan scattering his room, he had only stood and watched him perform his madness.
Ysabelle knew there was trouble, Jordan seems to be keeping vital information to himself and judging from what the headquarter had told them, it would seem Luke Morgan had shown a bit of his monstrous side to Jordan. But she needed to know just how much he knew, without jeoparding her mission. He was already scared shitless. She could see it in his features. And it hurt her so much, to see how much he trembled, he was no longer that carefree man she knew.Ysabelle was grateful she had not been assigned to any night duty, she could catch a nice sleep before it was time to follow Jordan around for a hectic round of events.A knock on her door made her jump up. Ysabelle tensed up, she wondered who it could be so late.She went to the peephole, shocked at her visitor, she quickly changed from her flimsy nightgown into a shirt and pyjamas.She opened the door with the worst frown in the world. “So, Lieutenant who do I owe this visit to?”&ld
It was his turn to avoid Ysabelle now, but even that was difficult since they were practically joined at the hip. She followed him everywhere except the restroom. She did not even try to explain the situation and did not try to engage in a conversation with him. She basically did her job and nothing else which was fast driving Jordan crazy. He wondered if she had ever been in love before, but he would not know that information since they rarely discussed it. They were mostly sucking each other’s faces whenever they were together.He had to tell her what is going on. Putting his feelings for her aside, he had heard of her prowess in camp, her achievements. She was no joke. He had no idea what made her decide to work as a bodyguard and he would not pry until she was ready to say.“Jordan it's time you are needed on stage” Mark rushed into the makeup room. Hurrying everyone up. This was the part of being a celebrity he liked the most, being in the
Ysabelle was ready to get the information out of Jordan himself if he does not start talking. She had no idea what Jessica told him but their voices were heated and aggressive. Pacing the floor of her room in apprehension, she didn’t want to be wrong in her guess that Luke Morgan was purposely taking them to his hideout when he knew about them. This would be crazy. She knew dangerous men like Luke Morgan could do crazy things but she had no idea it was this level of crazy. Ysabelle stopped pacing, Jordan would not automatically appear in front of her, she changed from her nightgown to her training clothes. She might have to risk visiting his apartment once again. She was halfway to the door when she heard a gentle knock on her door. Ysabelle tensed, she hoped it was not Andrew coming over once again. She would gladly slam the door in his face. They were never going to chummy. Ysabelle opened the door. Jordan stood there calmly. He walked to the room and sat down at the edge of her
Jordan woke up to a warm body pressed up against him. The smell of sweet fragrance teased his nose. Ysabelle had her back to him, she was sleeping ever so soundly. Jordan stilled not wanting to wake her. It was so surreal having her at this moment. She was an enigma, she was so different from all of the women he knew. She was not interested in his charms or fame. Which was something she had established over time.Jordan admired her features, she was a beautiful woman and didn’t look frightening at all. Ysabelle stirred in her sleep, shifting to face him, it was then her eyes popped open.Fluttering her eyes open gradually “ Oh you are awake?” She closed her eyes again but soon opened them.“Thank you for letting me stay here. It is not every day I get the chance of waking up next to you. “ Jordan said bringing his hand to her face, to trace it tenderly. He could feel her stiffen at his touch, her eyes following his movement, she soon snapped out of it though. Damn the woman, she was a
“If only it were for a second, I will like to kiss your lips and sleep with you every day. You are a woman to me and I will forever love you with love from Andrew” Ysabelle’s tensed shoulder gradually deflated when she heard that. It was Andrew’s diary. And it seems he had taken her own. Ysabelle was relieved. Though her victory dance was soon cut short by the look Jordan was giving her. “What is it? Andrew is crazy. He says things like that all the time. You can't believe that.” She said dismissively. She hoped for her sake that he believed her. Jordan held the jotter to her face” you slept with him?” Ysabelle shook her head, apprehensive “definitely not” though there was not much her words could do. She was shocked by the contents of Andrew’s diary staring back at her. “I will always love you and I wish this night can last forever. Having sex with you was the best thing that ever happens to me” Jordan recited the words with disgust. “that son of a bitch is lying,” Ysabelle sai
The hectic schedule of the campaign's activities gave Ysabelle no room to go around the beach. Though she was aware her team had mixed in with the staff working at the beach for the campaign. They had all come in through Jonathan meticulous secretaries who hired extra staff for the activities. Coming into the beach through Luke Morgan was a really difficult process. The execution of the assassination was getting tedious as well since the beach had too many security personnels who Luke Morgan had hired with money. Several of the guests he had there were all drug pins that had criminal records. A sight that was proving to be an eyesore for Ysabelle than anything else. It pained her to see them living so freely when they should all be behind bars. Several politicians were present as well all paying obeisance to Luke Morgan with Jonathan basking in the spotlight. Ysabelle is aware of his crumbling finances but it seems Jonathan had no interest in that. He was fast deep in Luke Morgan’s c
With Jordan atop her, she could barely get a hold of her surroundings. He was making her lose her senses fast, with the way he kept up throughout the night. He didn’t want to stop, though they were bound to be late for their dinner with her family if they kept making love. He kissed her ending all sighs of protest from her. His body reeked of the sweat from their lovemaking. He moaned atop her, holding her firmly giving her no room for escape. Their lips duelled for a long time before he finally climaxed inside her. He rolled off her, taking her with him. “You had better inform my brothers that you are going to marry me, otherwise you might leave there with a broken leg,” She said huskily trying to get her breath back. Jordan laughed, his handsome face flashing with a cheeky grin. “I have that all sorted out.” he leaned forward and reached out into his bedside drawer. He opened it and brought out two diamond rings. “You like it?” He asked sheepishly. “Yes, I do” “Let's have our
Immediately after she had gotten off from Jordan’s car, Ysabelle sensed something was off. The message, the timing of the call Jordan had gotten. It was only when she got to the truck that she got it. Luke Morgan was still on the run and he had Jordan. She had no idea if his mother was truly alive or if it was voice phishing. But she had heard enough. A smart criminal should have stayed dead and lived his life quietly since he wouldn’t, she would be kind to end it for him. She had driven the same truck with all the pig’s blood smeared on it. She had sent an emergency signal to the Headquarters just in case. She hoped they acted on it though and had sped like crazy to get to Jordan. His earnest wish was to see his mother and he might act rashly to get her. Ysabelle could spy the woman out hiding beside large cartons of drugs that were stored in the factory. With the bullets flying at her, she had her eyes only on one person. Jordan, he was limp against Luke Morgan and was being drag
The bag that was placed on his head was removed non too gently. He was soon sent to the floor with several kicks and punches. “Leave him alone” Jordan sat up, his face full of bruises, “Bastard” He cursed as the unmistakable form of Luke Morgan came into the open. Jeez, he had been too relaxed. “ Where is my mother?” “Are you sure that is what you are most curious about? Judging from your situation. Your question should be how are you still alive? “Luke said smugly. A seat was brought forward for him, he sat like a chief while his thugs hung around him. “Where is my mother?” Jordan screamed. He didn’t care about Luke Morgan. All he wanted was his mother. The thug closest to him dragged him forward and threw him at Luke’s feet. It was then Jordan observed him. His body was burnt, a section of his face was scarred beyond repair. Jordan’s attention was snagged back when a gun was pressed to his temple. “ Your father died for you the last time, I wonder if it will be your mother th
The sound of running water was what woke Ysabelle from her sleep. She was so exhausted and her body ached a tone. Her legs had not ached so much not even during all of her endurance training. Jordan had not allowed her to rest at all. He made love to her over and over. She had matched his stamina the first time but had soon allowed him to take the lead the other times. He was insatiable. She lay quietly as he came out with a towel tied around him. He came to her straight, “Come on, you have to shower. I have a few places to take you” “Where is that?” Ysabelle asked lazily “My family home is here. It is where my father was buried.” Ysabelle sat up at that but the pain made her hit Jordan “gosh, you caused this. You would not stop” “I didn’t particularly hear you stop me. You even encouraged me more, I remember you asking for more” “My boyfriend is so shameless” “Do you need help getting to the bathroom I can assure you that I can be of help” He teased her. He carried her anyway
Jordan was getting tired of driving under Andrew’s instructions. The soldier backed out orders as though he was talking to a junior. But he kept his mouth shut and endured it. If he wanted to see Ysabelle faster he had to cooperate. Jordan was about to take the bend towards the station entrance when he saw a green truck speed out of the compound with the security officers shouting and offering curses after the truck. A flash of the woman’s long hair snapped Jordan out of his reverie. That was Ysabelle. That behaviour was odd for the docile soul that Andrew had described. “I have to get down here. Just follow her. And make sure you are smart about it. She is still an Officer after all and will notice if trailed. I hope this car of ours does not have your name customized on it” Andrew asked opening the car door and rushing to check the plate numbers. “Were you not aware of that before you jumped in?” Jordan asked unable to hide his irritation. Ysabelle was gaining distance and he wou
With the approaching Holidays, Ysabelle had asked for her well-deserved two days' leave. She needed a break from the looks and whispers. Otherwise, she might be tempted to break her good-girl act. If there was anything she hated the most about the whole thing. It was being in the same station as her brother, James. He controlled her schedule like she had no mind of her own. How her brothers expected her to marry Andrew was beyond her. Though she and Andrew had a working frenemy relationship. They would kill each other if they as much as sat to have dinner. But she could play along, if they all thought she was docile to that level then she would shake the foundation of their beliefs when she disappeared from the wedding altar. They were all so impossible. Her being quiet does not mean she was docile and agrees to their every wish. She would give them a mad awakening soon. Jordan rejecting her hurt like hell but she was a strong woman and would not break down so easily. She would climb
Jordan was busy recording a new hit single that was inspired by his recent heartbreak. He was with Bells Agency’s producers working tirelessly in the studio. He had not even eaten, which was fast frustrating Mark where he sat looking forlorn. Jordan had tried to make Mark leave his employ but the young man had been adamant saying his father had hired him to watch over Jordan and he was not going to slack in his duties. According to him, he feared, Jordan might kill himself from depression. He rarely slept and ate sparingly. He took meaningless drives around every military station in Yusama. To the extent that Mark feared he was going to get himself killed one of these when he could no longer hold his resentment in check. He had refused to answer the media no matter the type of article that was released. Ysabelle had been hugely defamed by the media that Mark feared she might be dismissed from her job. He missed Ysabelle like crazy but was too much of an adult to admit it. The door
Avidly monitoring Andrew’s movement with his phone as he sat in the makeup room. It has been three months since his father had given up the ghost. It had felt like a harsh nightmare. No one to call and nag at him, no one to bicker with him. No matter how much they fought, he loved his father so much. His only solace was the fact that Luke Morgan was also dead. Which was comforting. Getting the shares back was not an easy task, as some of the investors refused to sell. And the seating CEO was not friendly. Jonas Brick was frustrating every chance of Jordan becoming a major shareholder once again. But he didn’t relent. He worked relentlessly, gaining more fame and money to be able to buy them all off. He didn’t have the time to rule the company but he wanted the company registered back in his father’s name. Bells Agency should be in memory of him. It had not been easy but it was accomplished. First of all, Jonas was displaced as the CEO and a friend of his father assumed the position m
The disciplinary committee had not been lenient with Ysabelle at all. She could only stand there and watch as she was stripped of her barge, her faults were endless. She had managed to sabotage a mission that had been planned for so long and allowed a wanted criminal to escape and she had even operated on public grounds without permission from her superiors before carrying out the bombing. Their excuse of it being bomb testing received a huge backlash from the sitting government and the public, saying they were further destroying the environment and destroying the ozone layer with the burning. They had needed to offer a written apology. An action that her superiors found distasteful, they hated having to do that. Her most important crime was not shooting Luke Morgan when she had him in the jungle. She had chosen Jordan over him. That romance as they had termed it was not acceptable. The surveillance drone captured her dramatic act vividly. She had chosen her lover over the crimina