Karis has flown back to his apartment in California untied states after his meeting with the other members of the billionaire club. After he had finished from Harvard, he had made a vow to himself to build his own legacy. His father came from a long line of what the twenty first century could safely refer to as the aristocrats. Of course, they were not title holders or anything that grand, but the Ilobi were filthy rich, and the wealth could be traced to as far back as the nineteenth century, then there was his father. His mother's was the typical grass to grace story, she had been a normal kid, attending public school, and had been the valedictorian in her graduating class. She had taken that on to her university at her state, and ended up in the student body council. From there, it had been one gradual but consistent step at a time to her greatness, earning herself the title - man of the people. But now, she was dead. His father's narrative was that through his wife, he had exp
Weruche stared up at the macho security man in shock. The owner of the club had asked her to fly over and meet him in California. She had never been on a plane before, had hardly ever been outside her neighborhood, except to run nefarious errands for her step father, and now this mysterious man who had once shown her mercy wanted her to fly over to meet him. She didn't believe in luck - good luck that is, and she didn't also believe in coincidences. She had the sickening dred that Karis, the owner of the watch she had stolen wanted something from her, and what ever it was, she knew she wouldn't want to give it.''I would call Maria, she's the one that handles these kinds of things'' The man was saying, but Weruche could barely hear him, she was already looking for a way out.''Look ehm... Mr. Tall guy, I'm really sorry I stole your boss's watch, but hey I have returned it.'' She held out her hand to him, still holding the watch. Just take the watch and let me go okay.''Komodo shook h
Weruche didn't dare to look up, but she could feel him so close to her. His voice was silky when he spoke, but he did nothing to veil the threat in it. ''I think we both know I can make you do anything I want little Weruche,'' he whispered into her ear. ''And it has nothing to do with the police.''Weruche drew a shaky breath. ''Is that why you brought me here? To intimidate me? Because believe me, I didn't have to be in this impressive building, or get flown in a private jet for the first time in my life, or chauffeur driven in a limo. I didn't need new clothes or a nice hairstyle -''His eyes shut up to her hair. He inclined his head. ''It suits you.''She shook her head, without still looking up. ''I didn't need all this to get intimidated, I was already intimidated by you in the club that night.'' She finished in a tiny voice that was barely audible even to her ears. ''I was intimidated the moment you decided to let me steal your watch.'' She raised her eyes then, and there was a
Karis was driving her to his apartment. It was nothing romantic or raunchy, like to horny people going to have their fill of each other in a luxury apartment. No, it had more to do with the fact that she was homeless and penniless, and Karis's charitable nature, still she wondered....She was Emeka's sister - at least in name, and she did not believe in luck. Everything happened for a reason, and it had nothing to do with fate. In a world of dog eat dog, you had to feed on another dog to get stronger, to stay from getting eaten. Peter wanted something, that was why he was doing all he did, and she was going to make sure she found out exactly what that was.She pushed thoughts of her gratitude aside, along with the guilt she felt for thinking bad about the man she cared deeply for, the man who was now taking care of her even though he thought she had aborted his kid. Karis was obviously not a monster like her brother, but then she had trusted her brother -- look where that left her
Karis couldn't sleep. Her scent was everywhere, wherever he turned, he could almost see her, innocent, trusting, yet a siren. She was the embodiment of a paradox, he had thought he was going to hurt her by breaking off what could never be even before it started -- but then she had pre-empted him, as he had lain beside her, blabbing like a school child about what they had just had. A one night stand, that had been neat, uncomplicated, what adults in their situation were to call it, but he had heard the hurt in her voice, and hated that he was the reason for it. He needed to stay away from her, for her own good, as well as for his. She was no match for his family, some street girl who was the daughter of a local gangster. He didn't want her to get drawn into the politics that was his family, the controlling ways of his father. He had watched his father make or break several people simply because he felt it would get him a re-election, or add more money to the unmeasurable wealth h
Weruche who had been sitting sitting in the living room leafing through a fashion magazine lifted her head when Karis walked in. She had taken off the clothes she had worn in the company building, and for lack of what to wear, had gone searching through his wardrobe. She was now dressed in his T shirt which was oversized, and drooping from a slender shoulder. Underneath, she wore nothing but her panties, and suddenly aware of how indecently she was clad, she tried to cover as much of her milky skin that was showing. He smiled, amused at her efforts. ''I must admit, it's nice to come home late in the evening after dinner with a beautiful woman to find another beautiful woman in your house -'' his gaze traveled over her slowly. ''and wearing your clothes.'' Weruche fought to keep her emotions at bay, surprised that he would call her beautiful, a warmth she could only feel when he ignited it curdled in her belly. She was also strangely irritated that he would spend time with another
Karis had not been discreet about his decision to start a fashion house, and that evening, as he walked into his room, his cell phone rang and he was invited by none other than the renowned Madame Rousseau to attend a evénémenet de mode in Paris, only could he fly in tomorrow and register his brand as it was coming as a surprise to the organizers that Monsieur should be interested in fashion. He was already planning immediately the call ended. Of course he was going to go. They had done him a great cutesy by inviting him, even though it was a fashion and cultural fair, only the most prestigious got invited. Karis could hardly tell why he was qualified for the position. In the business world, yes he was a force to be reckoned with, but this was fashion, and he was only just learning. He intended to do just that tomorrow -- learn. He didn't have any particular reason why he didn't tell Weruche that he was flying out to Paris, but he didn't. Showered, dressed and carrying a light bag
It took Weruche a brief walk around the apartment to realize she was totally alone. Not even the nosey house keeper was around. She had no money on her, and not even a cell phone. A thought flashed through her mind, and panicking she rushed down the stairs and to the front door. It was locked.The full realization of her situation dawned on her, she had escaped jail only to enter a gilded cage. Forcing back tears, she tore at the door with her hands, pounded with her fists until they were bleeding and she was breathless, then she sunk to the floor in despair, still she did not cry.Was this a sign that she should not visit her father today, or was this simply Peter, that son of a bastard taking her as his prisoner. Her nerves calmed a little as despair gave way to anger, and finally to rage. Getting up, she ran with determination towards his room, determined to break the door down if she found it locked. It wasn't.Karis's room was a little more scattered than usual and she briefly no