After the treatment that night, Joey called Wilson to break up with him. The latter refused, of course, but what happened with the woman rendered him speechless. Hence, heated arguments could be heard coming from Joey’s bedroom from time to time.Javier’s attention was not on that now. His focus was now who he should go to in order to extinguish this burning passion in him.He put on clothes and went out with the excuse of taking a walk, directly calling Angela with that.Angela was in a yoga class outside, agreeing to meet somewhere with Javier upon receiving his call.Javier felt the urge rushing back to him the moment he saw Angela, who was in fitting yoga attire at the yoga center. Her slender figure and charming face excited him.That was why Javier told Angela when she got in the car, “I can’t help wanting to do something to you when you look so pretty.”“Come on. I’m waiting!” Angela joked.She was joking since she did not see Javier as someone like that. However, she had
There were definitely people who had breakfast at 3:00 p.m., but there were absolutely not many of them—Javier and Angela being part of that minority.Angela kept glaring at Javier when they arrived at the restaurant.Before she said anything, Javier told her, “I know that you want to call the police without you saying it. Look, can we do this? We do it after I eat. It’s not like I’m running away. You need to let me eat first even if you’re putting me behind bars, right?”Angela was rendered speechless. She had seen shameless people but not someone this shameless. However, she was too embarrassed to make the call in front of the restaurant owner and server.More importantly, she had yet to come up with what to say after calling the police. Was she going to be explicit and just say that she had been assaulted?It felt awkward, especially when it was her first time and it happened by force. She did not feel like it was an attack, more like it was a joke. That prompted her to duck he
Edward realized that he was about to be sacked from his position as the regional manager. He had wanted to be promoted, yet he had not expected Trevor was personally here today to kick him out.He was scared when he felt Trevor’s rage.“Mr. Hammond, we can’t do this. Mr. Hammond, I’ve worked hard for the company all these years. Even if I didn’t contribute any merit, I—”Edward was going to plead his case when Trevor kicked him away directly.“You have the cheek to tell me about working hard? What did you work hard on? Making the region the last in sales nationwide?“I haven’t the time to settle this with you and thought to give you another chance, but Edward Sumett, you act like the king here, huh? What’s it? Do you think you’ll be the GM of Chinean Cars when the next election comes?”Edward held his stomach as he lay on the floor in pain from Trevor’s kick. What truly pained him was not his lower abdomen, though. It was his life that was ending soon.Farther away, Edward was b
It was already past six in the evening by the time Javier left Angela’s home. The girl had begged him to leave. The reason was simple—her mother had called and said that she was coming for a visit.Javier’s shamelessness meant that he had suggested treating his “mother-in-law” to a lavish meal, frightening Angela as she pleaded, “Consider me begging you, okay? Hurry up and leave. Stop causing me trouble. I promise I won’t call the police and won’t’ take revenge on you, okay? Please…”It took some effort before Angela finally made Javier leave. As she watched him through the window, she was genuinely exasperated.She did not know what to say, even. It had never crossed her mind that someone would force himself on her one day, and she would beg him to leave, promising she would not pursue the matter.Angela felt like complete trash, but as she recalled what she felt when she was with Javier…she could not help blushing and whining, “You jerk!”The whine contained not even a hint of r
How could Javier possibly be seeing Joey? The woman would never have sex with him either. The only secret she dared not say aloud was the acupuncture he performed on her, as it was too embarrassing for Joey to say that out loud. But now that this had happened, there was no point in keeping it a secret anymore. She told her daughter everything and showed her the report.Evanna reeled back in realization. "That's why I kept mum, okay? I didn't want you to misconstrue this whole thing," Joey added. "But you went ahead and got it wrong anyway! Oh, you silly girl. How could I possibly be seeing my lil' girl's husband?"Evanna recoiled in embarrassment. She had thought what was shown in the photo was true, but reality had taken an unexpected turn, and everything was completely different from the conclusion she had reached. She took a deep breath and turned to her mother, her cheeks pink. "I'm sorry, Mom. I really misinterpreted this!" Joey would never hold a grudge against her daught
Herschel dragged Wilson away from Javier and…well, that was the end of that. The owner of the club, Phantomknife, never brandished his blades again. He also deleted any memories he had of Wilson in his head. He kept reminding himself that had he not run away the moment things had gone south, Phantomknife would have already become Phantom…period. No one reported Wilson’s disappearance to the police. Nobody even cared. Joey certainly did not, as she would rather beat Wilson up herself than care about his safety. The middle-aged woman who was supposedly Wilson’s spouse did not call the cops either. Now that she knew just what kind of *sshole Wilson was, the man’s disappearance was more gratifying than worrying. His property was all hers now. If Wilson was found, she would lose it all. In other words, Wilson would never see the light of day again. No one was coming to save him. Javier later asked Herschel about Wilson’s whereabouts, and the latter replied, “He’s living in a pigsty
Nothing in his voice suggested that this was a moribund man at the end of a traffic accident. Javier looked at the guy from his window, yawned, and lit up a cigarette. He took deep puffs, disembarked from his car, and stared at Bryan on the ground. "Get up, man. A performance like that won't get you into the B-list…or C-list," he said flatly. Bryan turned visibly red. "F*ck you. This isn't a performance, and you know it in your gut, jack*ss. How about having our roles reversed? I am wounded, you jerk. Wounded real bad. Look at me! Look at, uh…"He surveyed his body as quickly as he could, hoping to find a scratch, any scratch, to supplement his story. Nothing.He pivoted to another kind of injury. “I know it looks as if I’m fine on the outside, but my innards are bleeding right now! I bet they are punctured, too! You don’t know that!”Their commotion attracted a crowd, most of them senior citizens. They came with a predisposition, too. They immediately believed the one appealing
Javier returned to the car, took out the dash cam, and pointed at Bryan. “Over here, pal. Call the local traffic cop in front of the camera and repeat your claim. Oh, and bring your elderly friends along. They are your witnesses, right? You guys should tell the cops like a merry little band.”Bryan’s expression fell at the sight of the dash cam. He had made sure the car was not outfitted with it, but it turned out the owner had placed it on the corner of the dashboard instead. “You know what? I don’t have time for this charade. I’ve got actual work to do, and I ain’t wasting God-given time anymore. I’m done!” Bryan snarled, lifting his motorbike before riding it and veering away into the distance as though he was the bigger guy in the argument. The crowd dispersed as soon as Javier mentioned the dash cam. Suddenly, they all remembered what they planned to do for the day—attending yoga classes, playing bingo with their other pals, feeding the ducks…It was almost as if not one of
As Bernadetta launched a barrage of kicks against the restaurant door, Mrs. Greene summoned 120% of her strength, holding the fort. The older woman had made a living terrorizing others with absurd accusations and downright unreasonable demands, but this time, she had met her match. Bernadetta James put the “man” in the word “woman”—in that she resorted to violence as soon as things escalated. In the end, it took both Mrs. Greene’s apology and a deal to provide Javier and Bernadetta with three days’ meals, all free of charge, to make the young woman stop. Then—“because I actually have a weakness against people sincerely appealing to my better angels,” according to Bernadetta—she amended the peace offer, changing the three days’ free meals to…a week’s worth. Back in the inn, Javier expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Bernadetta for rescuing him. “I can’t thank you enough for standing by my side when I needed it the most, Bern. But I can thank you a bit more if you refrain from using t
Mrs. Greene opened her flap and unlocked the floodgate, the spit during her tirade so profusive that she could water an old lady’s lawn. “It’s him, officers! It’s all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! He’s the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!”She turned and trained her finger on Javier. “You vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!”‘Back at you! I'd rather spend the night with my left hand than with you!’ By this point in the morning, Bernadetta had arrived at work. Her heels clicked onto the floor as she sauntered toward the commotion. As soon as she heard what had transpired, she laughed, looking clearly amused. She trained her perfectly manicured finger on Javier and piled on. “Oh, it was him. I can testify to that! He stole Mrs. Greene’s bra because he is…the Lingerie Phantom Thief! By day, he is Javier Kersey. At night, he is Jo Ker, the Bra Stealer!” Javier threw his arms up in exasperation
Javier shook his head. By the time his vision was back to normal, the dog was gone. It had escaped! “What kind of hell spawned this little sh*t?!” Javier wondered to himself aloud. “Was this really an effect of the world changing? Is this an example of mutation because of the Storm? Or is there something else at play?”Baffled and unsure what to think, Javier returned to the dorm and told the residents to open the door. Inside, he found Florence huddling the frightened kids closely. She was white from fear, and yet in the presence of vulnerable kids, she had assumed the role of the protector without a second thought. “Hush, it’s alright! It was fake. Someone pulled a terrible prank and put on this white sheet and…” Javier made up a fib to explain the haunting away exactly because the truth could land him in a mental institution. No one would believe him—and for good reason too!Javier drove Florence back to the Yuzuian restaurant, where the latter’s electric scooter was. While
A resentful wail—interspersed only by sobs that sounded more like someone was being strangled—was echoing in the middle of the night while Javier and Florence could not see even a single soul out there? Animated by the power of “hell, naw!”, Florence dove into Javier’s arms for protection. Her hands were clasped firmly on either side of her head, hoping to block out the ghastly demand in her ears. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that even a crowbar could not pry them open.Javier himself was just as terrified. He would have felt better if he could see the source of the voice rather than just hear a woman sobbing about getting her head back. At least he would know what he was up against! But just hearing it without any visuals at all?! Nooooope!Then, Florence hugged him in a “help-me!” sort of way. She was soft and supple—damn, that sexy figure in combination with her silky-smooth skin sure was welcoming. She was warm, and damn did she smell good! Nothing competed with fea
The dog barked in protest as it pointed its paw at Javier with the intensity of a mob before executing a monarch. The flames in its eyes were so bright that they could incinerate Javier into ashes in milliseconds. In the end, though, all that protest was for naught. Constance tied it up in the parking garage, while Javier watched in glee. Ah, sweet, sweet revenge! The stupid dog had thought it could set him up, had it? That would teach it!The look the Pomeranian shot him almost felt like a threat: ‘Just you f*cking wait, hooman!’‘Wait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?’ Javier scoffed in his mind. Now that the four-legged pest was gone, Javier turned back to Constance and talked about the new orphanage. As it turned out, despite the old woman’s sentiments for the building she had founded, she was a lot less obstinate and unreasonable as she might appear. “I mean, I don’t object to it completely. I know the new place is gonna be better, but…” She faltered a
Florence called half an hour later to tell him where they’d be having dinner. After leaving the inn in Bernadetta’s care, he hurried to the venue. Florence had picked a newly-opened Yuzuian restaurant. Javier had never liked Yuzuian restaurants, but since Florence had invited him, courtesy stopped him from asking the woman to change their meeting venue. He found Florence quickly enough and sat across from her. They placed their orders, and Javier began his performance: He started sighing and doing his best to look forlorn. It intrigued Florence enough to ask what was wrong, and Javier told her about his unfortunate beef with Constance that day.“It’s so unfair, man! Why would I bully a dog for no reason?” he moaned. “I’m sure Aunt Constance misunderstood. You’re a knightly, heroic, kind man! How could someone like you possibly get off on hurting a dog? I’m sure Aunt Constance was just too worried about the dog’s welfare to think things through. She didn’t mean it. I can vouch for
Herschel was dressed quite sharply today. It was the full ensemble—black leather shoes, black slacks, a white collar, and last but not least, the good old oil-slicked hair. The typical look of a high-ranking office worker, just as Javier had requested. Ordering him to get in his car, Javier asked, “You brought all the stuff I told you to?”“Yo, I would never forget the stuff my boss told me to bring. I’ve got all the preparations down pat. You can check ‘em if you don’t trust me,” Herschel replied. He fished an ID and some documents out of his leather bag. “See? All the documentation a journalist in the most important room of a news agency would have.”After a round-check and some instructions, Javier sent Herschel on his way to complete his mission. The man was strangely reluctant, though. “Boss, you told me you decided to work in that inn, right? Does that mean, you know, that you’re gonna call me ‘boss’ while you’re there?”Javier had almost forgotten he had mentioned this. It
Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’And then it feigned—yes, feigned—a yawn as its one last measure to cover up the fact that it had been laughing smugly to itself. ‘What. The. Actual. F*ck?!’ Javier thundered in his mind. ‘B*tch’s a natural actress! What’s it doing here instead of being interviewed on a talk show after becoming viral on TikTok?’In combination with Russell’s report, the incident inside the director’s of
As Javier was befuddled, Constance rushed in from outside and picked up the white Pomeranian gingerly to carefully check its injured leg.“Oh, baby, what’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg?”The white Pomeranian whined in pain and began twitching upon hearing Constance’s concerned question. This upset Constance so much that she admonished him sternly. “Mr. Kersey, I thought that you were a loving person, but I can’t help doubting your motive now.“I’m skeptical about you taking good care of the kids here when you’d even hit a cute dog!”Javier felt extremely offended. When had he hit the dog? He hurriedly explained, “Madam Hellman, I didn’t do anything!”Constance asked angrily, “You didn’t do anything? Why would it suddenly limp now and whine so pathetically? Why did it hurry over to me? Give me a reasonable explanation!”Javier was in distress as well. “How would I know? It was fine when I was carrying it just now, but it wanted to get down on the floor, so I carefully placed