Timeless Lounge,
3:am
The night air filled Brent's lungs and he found himself shivering underneath his heavy clothing. He was standing under the tree shade close to the lounge, puffing on a cigarette. Every smoke inhaled sent warmth to his chest but not to his heart. As he stood, scanning the streets that seemed as cold dead and still as a mortuary, safe for the sound of music blasting into the night from the stuffy lounge; he noticed a small figure at a distance walking up in his direction.
From the Shadow, he could tell it was a lady. She had taken the bend that would bring her straight to the lounge. She looked damn too hot for a night hawker. Her curves stood out beneath her sweatshirts and leather pants. Her blonde hair glowed in resonance with the moonlight. She was such a beauty. She walked up to him and muttered a greeting and walked past her into the lounge. Brent held her wrist slightly to draw her attention.
"Hey_______" Brent called out with the most awkward voice, whisked away by the cold he felt.
"Hey,_____. Have we met"?
The look in her eyes as she spoke sent shock waves and amusement to his spine. He could not let this one go. She would be good company for the night.
"Nope. I am sorry, I am Brent. Are you here with anyone"?
He lets her hand go believing he has gained her attention.
She smiled with a leer and looked up at him.
"How many hours of my cookies would you like to have"?
Her question caused Brent to choke on the smoke he had just inhaled and he coughed out loudly while trying to hold down laughter. She was something beyond description.
"Why are you choking? Am I wrong to assume you are already booked in a hotel nearby and you just came out to find some company"?
"How can you possibly know that"?
"Why else would your eyes follow me the distance it did, obviously mentally undressing me, running your hands over me, and moaning from the pleasure in your head? Or, am I wrong"?
"Okay______you are phenomenal. Not that I did not think about all these in the short time it took you to walk up to me but I am just shocked about how vocal you are about your thoughts".
Her face appeared expressionless. She just looked at him with a daring gaze.
"Do you want to spend the night with me"? Brent asked with a faint smile.
"Does it even occur to You that my initial question is still unanswered? For how many hours would you like to have my cookies"?
"For as long as you want me in there " he replied with a look of confidence.
"You're sure you wanna do this"?
"I dare say yes! He pulled her into his arms and kissed her without a care. His tongue stretched into all the corners of her mouth. She tasted minty and her breath filled his nostrils. She smelled too good. Her soft mush lips filled his and his heartbeat with a longing for more.
Her heartbeat rose faster than normal. This was not the first man she ever kissed but something felt different about this mysterious man. She moved her hands down his legs and felt the huge bulge between his legs. He quickly placed his hands on hers, stopping her from going any further.
"Easy___easy darling". He hesitantly pulled away from her lips.
"I am hiring you for tonight and every other night I feel up to it".
"Is that a way of telling me I have just won your heart"?
" Not my heart, my sexual attention".
"Hmm ____interesting".
"Is there any other business tying you to this lounge tonight? Or should we move on?".
She did have other businesses to clean up. He was not the reason she came to the lounge but he was about to become the only reason she would not regret this night.
She looked on into the large room filled with different species of humans, twirling away in their drunken state to the blaring music.
There among these humans sat a monster, waiting for her to walk in through the door to devour her and divide her amongst other monsters.
But here was a lesser monster, a more humanistic being she could spend the night with and have a breath of fresh air. It was risky to let go of that meeting with the Wolf but for this gentleman, it was a worthy risk to take.
"Are you game, Miss_____"
"Amanda_____".
"Oh,____ 'Amanda'. Not bad for such a corky lady". He smiled at his own words. She smiled back and nodded towards the direction where cars were parked.
"Which one is your ride"? She asked matter-of-factly.
Brent put out the cigarette and squashed it with his feet then walked on towards his car. Amanda followed him, walking briskly still mentally struggling with who to be with.
"This is my car". He stopped by a ford Mustang GT 500, version 2022. Amanda quickly swallowed a lump of saliva. From his looks and his car and the confidence she spotted, she could tell his pockets were large.
"Nice ride" she casually muttered while she brushed her hands across the bonnet slightly as she walked around to the passenger's side still wearing her glazed look.
"Nice ride? Brent asked with a quizzical look and a smile. "You are quite a phenomenon that I am about to unbox". He got into the car, started the ignition, and drove away into the dead silent roads, chatting away with his newly found price.
Back in the street, right in front of the lounge, a corky man stood, dressed in black glowering over the pair that just drove off. He had a wolfish look and was truly ready to devour.
He spat on the floor angrily and muttered curses under his breath.
"I will hunt you down, bitch"!
With that, he walked back into the lounge.
Worth Luxury Apartments.Brent and Amanda drove into the apartment building and parked in the garage. It was in the early hours of the morning. The streets were becoming aglow with lights from stores and shops. The large bakery at the end of the boulevard was already up and functional. The aroma of the milky bread filled the dawn air; it smelt of milk and butter and a little bit of cheese."Do I smell bread? Like straight from the factory kind of bread"?Brent looked down at her with a jerky smile."Are you a bread lover"?Her eyes lit up with excitement and for the first time, he could see an expression on her face."Oh yes! Absolutely"! She replied excitedly."Hmm_____I find that interesting; because I wait up hours to be the first buyer. They will deliver some loaves to me once it is all done ".Amanda's eyes widened with excitement."Oh wooowiii! I could fall in love with you right now". She says that with a shabby look and he can tell she does not mean a word. He just scoffed at
"Stay down lady! I will put a few bullets through your brains if you do not stay the hell down"! The man was fuming. Sweat trickled down his burrows. Amanda was resistant and would not allow herself to be held hostage in the vehicle. She kept pushing and tossing herself over and again, twisting and twirling. "Let me go! I don't know you. I have no business with you". Hot tears trickled down her swollen cheeks. The men holding her in the car had smacked her face countless times and it was swollen and reddish. She was dealing with pain. "Stuff a cloth into her mouth "one of the men suggested. "I need to tie her hands first. She is such a trouble breed"the one holding her down replied. Amanda squeezed her hands and wrists while they tried to put a cord around them. "Stop! Stop it! She yelled. "Who do you work for"? She asked with a panic-stricken voice. The man on the wheels looked at her through the rear mirror. She could recognize him. He was Wolf's driver. At that moment, she
The Worth's MansionThe hallway smelt of freshly baked pastries. The alluring aroma filled Brent's nose; an easy way to know he was now in his home. He could hear the chattering of his family and some extra voices, would be some visitors. He could hear the excitement in their voices and his heart broke when he remembered he would be a reason for them to feel unhappy.He took a deep breath and walked into the living room.His father, Bradley Kenilworth noticed his entrance."Hey, son____you are here". He put out his hand and Brent took and his father drew him closer in a brief hug. "How are you doing Dad"?"Great! Good as new". His mum called out to him from where she sat, opening her arms to receive her beloved son. Brent walked over to her and sat beside her before falling into her fragile arms. He planted kisses all over her face and she giggled."I missed you Mama_____i didn't know I would be gone for this long"."I missed you too Brent. How are you?"Brent nodded while responding
The air smelt of dust and rain. The clouds above were dense with moisture and lightning flashed in the sky now and then. People rushed up and down the busy streets, trying to find ways to get themselves into the comfort of their homes before the rains poured down. In one corner of the road, Amanda stood with numerous bags and cartons. Her mother squatted by a corner, close to a shop wrapped up in a duvet, shielding herself from the shivering cold that came with the winds. "We have to get a place to pass the night momma", Amanda dished out with frustration written all over her face. "I thought you had plans already"? Her mother asked with her eyes widened with shock. "Didn't you make headway with Wolf today"? Amanda turned to her mother and shook her head grudgingly. Tears gathered in her eyes as she tried to get their bags under a store shed, hoping to shield them from the drizzles gradually coming down. "Amanda, didn't Wolf do anything about his promise"? Her mother persisted.
A few months ago Los Angeles FDI(Federal Department of Intelligence)Office complex. "Miss Brighton ______Miss Brighton…" Eddie tapped her to call her attention, "I have been calling you". "I am sorry, I had music playing so loudly ". ''Have you started working on the murder case? And how far have you gone"? Whitney took a long, deep breath before replying. "Sir, the only clues I have are the fact that she had some involvement with a particular gang but I cannot say for sure what her role is". "What else"? He asked expectantly "The next would be her fiance________she was engaged to the heir of Kenilworth Corporation ". Eddie's eyes widened with shock at her words and he exclaimed loudly "What"? "Sir. I did react the same way too. Apparently, the Billionaire kid has a private life; finding out this information cost me a fortune". "Wow! Interesting. How was the relationship"? " I am not too sure but I know the night she was murdered, they were together. We may just have to ge
Real time"Why am I being investigated for the murder of my fiance "? Brent asked with frustration in his voice.Whitney cleared her throat and responded:"Because each loved one is a natural suspect in murder crimes; in addition to that, you too had it rocky towards her last days, right?"Brent relaxed on the couch and rested his head on it."Rocky isn't the word, we just had a few fights".Can"Mind telling me what about"? Whitney asked expectantly."Nothing I did like to talk about, Whitney. Am I still currently being investigated"?Whitney smiled mischievously and then stretched out on the mattress."Not in the actual sense of investigation. I am just doing my job, the difference is you are in the comfort of my hotel room and you have the privilege of seeing me in my underclothing" Her eyes reflected her sarcastic expressions. "Quit the games, Whitney ", Brent warned. "I am not that playful. I don't find you as attractive as you think yourself to be". His words were supposed to m
Los Altos Hills, California, a beautiful cityscape with an alluring view; is home to not just the high and mighty families of the United States of America but also to dangerous men such as Andrew Tate aka Wolf. He runs the streets of Los Altos Hills and dominates the darkest hours of the night, even bringing this darkness into daylight.Amanda stood in front of the most feared man in California, her legs shaking beneath her. Her body was soaked in her sweat. He was roasting her with his core male chauvinistic attributes and gangsterism. "I demand an answer, Amanda! Why did you hold back from carrying out my orders"? He asked coercively." I _____I_____her so_____" She could not say anything coherently; panic was choking her.Wolf pounded his palm on the desk and yelled out vehemently "Answer me, bitch"! Before she rushed to speak, shaking visibly from fear and anxiety."I____was bothered about the child's health… he is ill."She twisted her fingers while she struggled to address him.
It's past midnight and my daughter is not here yet" Estella bemoaned. The receptionist raised her shoulder in a nonchalant shrug, rolling her eyes insolently. "Did she leave a message for me"? "I have no idea, Ma'am. I was not here at the time" the receptionist answered. Estella let out a sigh of anxiety, deeply worried about her daughter's uncanny disappearance. She knew Amanda was engaged with this Gang and every day, she blames her dead husband for it. But she could not fathom this unannounced disappearance. Her heart beat with anxiety and fear. She wondered if her daughter was safe. "Is your bar active"? A male voice asked from the receptionist's position. Estella looked up and caught sight of a man standing by the counter. He looked like someone she had seen previously. She strained her mind to try to remember where and when they met. "If by active you mean do we sell drinks and have customers who come to buy, then yes"the receptionist rudely responded. "Are you rude or
THIRD PERSON POV The clouds were dense and lightning kept flashing across the skylines. Amanda was shivering in the car as they drove back to the hotel where she was reportedly lodged. She did not want him to know that she was lodged in the same hotel where they just met, because it would seem as though she has been trailing him. So she lied about it.They were surrounded by an awkward silence, except for the breeze coming through the windows and the sound of the moving vehicle. Brent was exhausted and she was calm. They did not say much to each other.When they approached the hotel she claimed she was staying, Brent pulled up in fron of it."Can I have you phone contact?" He asked sluggishly.She took his phone and inputed her number and then she dialed herself before returning the phone to him."Do you need anything?" he asked casually.She needed money to jump into a taxi and go right back to her actual hotel but her pride would not let her so she shook her head and said " no, I
BRENT POV"Assistant Director?" I asked with my mouth agape. This woman was beginning to get on my nerves, truly. She was getting ahead of herself and I was becoming impatient. Her ego was sticking out on me like a sore thumb and it was sweeping off my patience because I was also full of ego and arrogance. Yet, I had to time down my anger."Don't you think you sound ridiculous to asking to be my Assistant Director?" I asked calmly, trying my best to maintain some level of sanity."Ridiculous? How, Mr. Brent? Am I not supposed to be your wife?" She asked with a smile that seemed to mock me. "If we have to play the act, they we should play our part well. This would make it even more convincing; the way I see it."On one hand, she was talking gibberish but on another, she had some valid points. However, I was not willing to take such a risk with a woman whose background was unknown to me."Miss Amanda, I understand that you are doing this for my interest but I cannot take such a risk. I
AMANDA (POV)Take it or leave it, the man was either crazy or plain stupid because once again, he played into my hands and I could not believe it."Marry me Amanda; I want to make you my wife."His eagerness, his pleas and the fervency of his request got me asking what he was rushing for. It was not as though I was not happy that he was asking, after all this was what Wolf sent me to achieve but the urgency was my fear."Of all the ladies that meet your class, your kind, the presentable socialite women on their high horses, why did it have to be me, Brent Kenilworth?"He was silent.He said absolutely nothing, totally ignoring my mockery of his speech. I wanted to be his nightmare, mocking him but I ended up being the mocked because he totally ignored my statement and moved on with his proposal."As my wife, you will get exotic vacations, beautiful dresses and jewelries and most of all, a monthly allowance of at least $20 000. How does that sound?"His arrogance almost peeled my skin
Pov: AMANDAWe sat by the same spot I had just been with Jake. Brent was different; calm and stern while Jake was jovial and lovable.I could also see pain in Brent's eyes but all those were not my concern. I could not bother myself with any of those details. I only needed to get my future arranged by playing my act of seduction properly till he gave in and began to desire marriage."How are you doing, Amanda"? He asked nonchalantly."I am fine, Mr Brent. Did not expect you to be here".I lied. I was here because I knew he would be here, I was here to play my cards."Same here"... He groaned, almost avoiding my eyes.He ordered drinks for us and we tried to rise past our last experience to make small conversations."Do you have anywhere you ought to be, cos I don't plan on letting you go, just yet".I smiled from the corners of my lips. Something about him was attractive, I could not figure that out yet."Nowhere yet", I gawked at him, "but you must remember I am quite pricey"."We ar
CHAPTER 16BRENTMy first night with her ended miserably; with her barging out of my house after cursing me out with foul language yet somehow, her petite image lived rent free in my head.From my little corner in the club, I could see her seated with a man whom she seemed like she was warming up to. Her slim figure was accentuated in the dress. Her lips glowed with her red lip gloss. Her shimmery dress resonated with the club lights. Her skin glow was too powerful.I struggled hard with my retentive ability to recall her name but my brain seemed squashed and dull. I stared at her beautiful frame and tried to make mind comparisons between her and Whitney.Whitney was largely blushed and chubby. Her rounded hips were my attraction and she is very brilliant too. Talking with her was also quite easy.But this lady… she is phenomenal.I absolutely fell for her the first time. The only thing was her belly bore a similarity with my dead fiancé's belly, hairy belly with a slightly folded nav
CHAPTER FIFTEEN"Mr Kenilworth I would suggest we slow down on the rate of Chemotherapy you are getting", the Doctor Wilson stated.Bradley's face dropped into a depression caused by the doctor's advice."Why is that, Doc"? He asked with pain in his eyes.Doctor Wilson let out his breath then said "because, at this point, it is becoming increasingly difficult for your body to handle the effects of the mechanical procedure. My thoughts on this would be that we just keep you alive for as long as your cells can go".Bradley's face looked colour washed, he was sad."Well, whatever decision you take regarding my health, right now, is good enough for me"."We would have to inform your family, then… at least, your wife_____""Not my wife, Doc; I cannot bear losing her to depression. She is only tough on the outside"."Hmm_____I see. Your son then. Someone is gonna have to sign some papers exempting us from the situation and showing that we had a mutual agreement".Bradley nodded. Reaching Br
The sound of the platters of rainfall hitting the roof, resonated with the RnB songs that filled the room. Everywhere smelt of mint leaves, tea and pancakes with extra hot sauce, just as Brent would always love it.Downstairs, Brent Kenilworth drove into his billion dollar mansion; an eighteenth birthday gift from his father, Bradley Kenilworth. He was a big boy in a big city, every woman's dream. But only one woman kept him spell bound, Judy Amoria.She was his everything. His heart could not let go of her. She knew just how to make him feel good. Everything she did was perfect except for those days when his inner demons took hold of him and pushed him to a point of being brutal towards her.She was home. He knew she was probably cooking his dinner. They had been apart for a few months, after their last fight. Now, he had sworn never to cause any issues that would make them stay apart anymore.As he tried to park his car under the car shed, his headlights flashed on a beautiful image
Now, I am stuck"! "Stuck where"? Brent asked with a sarcastic smile. "With you"? She had a beatific smile etched on her face. Brent moved away from her and lay down beside her. "Can I share your bed tonight with you "? "Hell yeah", Whitney heartily exclaimed, dragging up her duvet to keep the two of them warm. She moved closer to his body and cuddled up to him. Brent held her close and kissed her forehead while casually muttering a "thank you for the relieving sex". "How do you feel now"? "Not excited but much relieved". "Why did you choose to visit me"? Brent adjusted and cleared his throat before saying, with a leer in his eyes: "please… Whitney, do not flatter yourself. I just came here because I needed a company that was not my parents'." "What about the sex"? "What about it"? "Does it not mean anything "? Whitney asked feeling a bit edgy. Brent was slightly uncomfortable by her hasty attachment to him, yet, he could not tell her to her face, not at that moment. He
Whitney jolted awake to the persistent buzzing of her phone.Her eyes were heavy with sleep and she felt drowsy. She hissed heavily because the call was hindering her precious sleep.She managed to drag herself up and pick up her phone. She sleepily took her call, without looking at the caller."I am at your door______", came a husky male voice at the other end. Her eyes flew wide open with surprise as she recognized the voice to be Brent's. "What? At this time"? She responded with heartfelt concern."I am so sorry____I__ just needed your company. Being alone is such an uphill task right now"."Hold on for me; I don't look my best", she muttered before sighing from the exhaustion she felt about his visit.She hesitantly dragged her nude body, wrapped in her king-size duvet out of her mattress, and walked up to the door to unlock it.Behind the door, she truly found Brent, leaning on the hinge; his eyes swollen as though he had been sobbing."I ___I am truly sorry for this inconvenien