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TWENTY ONE
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2021-04-21 23:05:16Amber waved goodbye to Fabian as he pulled out of the lawn like how a mother would to her child. And once his dark grey ride was out of sight, Amber did a fist pump and squealed.
Yes! Showtime!
She ran back into the house, slamming the timber door and rushed at breakneck speed to clean up the kitchen. She systematically stored the leftovers in the fridge before starting to wash up, scrubbing the pots and trays squeaky clean only to have V call out when she was done.
“Ms Banks?”
Wiping away the sweat from her forehead, she turned around and answered Fabian’s little glowing assistant, “Yes V?”
“Were you washing the dishes?”
The question came out innocently enough and Amber smiled triumphantly, looking at the sparkling clean sink. She had only spent the last hour returning the kitchen to its spotlessly clean state.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I was,” she proceeded to wipe the droplets of remaining water next to the sink,
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“Waiting for you,” she squeaked, but to her surprise, her voice came out husky and breathess. Was that my voice? She wondered in astonishment. She never sounded like that before. Fabian stood there, staring at her wordlessly - his eyes narrowing when he saw her positioned so provocatively on his bed. While her plain white tee had relatively full coverage of her chest, hiding her cleavage, the stretchy fabric hugged her curves, leaving little room for imagination. Her wild red hair hung in waves framing her face, serving only to amplify her flushed look. She was breathing hard as if she had been exercising. Her breasts rose and fell as she peered nervously at him through her long Bambi lashes. He scanned his room, something was definitely amiss. A few of his items were out of place. What is she doing here? She didn’t even want me near her last night and now she’s waiting for me? he had to ask himself. He suspected she did more than just a wor
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A black Wrangler came to a stop in front of Fabian Williams’ apple green lawn and Amber could make out two plainclothes detectives in the jeep. Amber was joined by Fabian who stood by her side at the front timber door of his house, she in her white t-shirt and jeans which she had hurriedly put on, and Fabian still in his office suit. The detectives were in the vicinity and told her over the phone that they would just be dropping by for a little chat. But as she watched them alight the jeep, Amber had to wonder if all they wanted was to truly chat. She had to struggle to stay calm. Although it was near five in the evening, the sun felt too bright and while there was a slight breeze, the air was extremely suffocating. Amber wanted more than anything to run away from the approaching cops, but she couldn’t. Instead, she stood there helplessly, like a deer caught in headlights. If Fabian noticed her unease, he made no mention of it. The blonde detective be
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Amber had never been to a formal dinner before, let alone a corporate dinner. So she was understandably nervous. After the detectives left, she had less than an hour to get ready and because she brought nothing but a kimono in her backpack, she ended up with no makeup whatsoever on her face, save for a lip balm. All her life, Amber had either tied her hair up in a bun or a ponytail but these hairstyles were a no can do for formal dinners so she wore them loose instead. She did not have a strapless bra either, so in the end, she had to go braless and was only glad that the single strapped dress she wore was dark in colour. It clung to her body like second skin and the hem of the dress swirled like the ocean waves as she stepped out of Fabian’s Aston Martin. What happened next caught her by surprise for out of nowhere, reporters came rushing in with their cameras and recorders, all clamouring to see which actress or celebrity Fabian had brought for the dinner. Amber wi
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Amber and Lola rounded a corner at the hallway and once they were obscured from the view of others, they burst into laughter.“Did you see the look on their faces?” Lola held onto her stomach, trying to suppress her bubbling laughter.“Yes..yes!” Amber had to calm herself down. She didn’t want people to think there were two crazed women in the pre-function hallway.Their giggles went on for a little while more before they calmed down and both leaned against the polished white walls, looking at each other, grinning from ear to ear.After a while, Amber confessed, “I was a bitch.”“We’re bitches in their eyes anyways,” Lola replied, breaking eye contact and lowered her head to look at her white heels. She gave a little sigh.“Amber…”“Yeah?”“Tell me honestly, are you…ashamed of what we are?”The question caught Am
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Fabian looked over his shoulder for Amber. He had not seen her the whole evening, granted, he had been surrounded by his staff, many of whom were eager to butter up to him save Harry who refused to be dragged down from the stage.Where is she? He wondered. He had briefly caught a glance of her earlier at the buffet table with Lola, looking radiantly beautiful in her midnight blue dress, talking and smiling at Lola with a twinkle in her eyes. But then he had been whisked away by busty Betsy, his secretary and lanky Hanks, his IT manager. He failed to locate Amber after that.Fabian was just about to ask an exasperated Lola who was trying to stop Harry from unzipping his pants for all to see for Amber's whereabouts when he overheard two of his female staff talking about her. Unbeknownst to Fabian, they were the ones Amber met at the ladies’ room. These two had been personally hired by Liam during his time with Virtuex, much to Fabian’s disdain. He ne
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Fabian Williams paced restlessly in front of the presidential suite’s fireplace, his eyes never leaving the bedroom door. An in house doctor and nurse were attending to Amber behind the closed door.How dare Liam lay his hands on her? he seethed, cracking his knuckles. He had the security guards remove Liam from the hotel premises and lodged a police report for physical and sexual assault but the cops, darn those cops and their stupid laws needed Amber herself to press the charges. Liam would probably claim drunkenness and get away with everything.The sight of Amber laying unconscious in his arms hurt him in a way like no one ever did before. He had never felt like this, not even when his previous sexual partner passed out from intoxication. He had just laughed it off and continued ramming into the unconscious brunette’s body. But this was Amber. Somehow, he couldn’t bear the thought of seeing her hurt.But why did Liam come for h
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Amber almost choked at his question.Quickly, she grabbed the glass of orange juice in front of her and took a huge gulp to wash down the bacon. The breakfast spread in front of her suddenly lost its appeal.Fabian looked at her, silently watching her every move.Amber feigned innocence and shrugged, “I don’t know. One minute I was standing at ballroom entrance and the next thing I knew, he pulled me to the next room.” That was true, in a way.Fabian said nothing, still looking at her, seemingly contemplating her words. Then he asked, “Did he say anything to you?”Amber shook her head in denial, “No…he…” Her words died out as she recalled his threat.“He wanted to know if I would be interested in serving him after the two months is up.” It was a big fat lie and Amber had to look down at her hands when she said it. She shuffled her feet a little, her breathing was fast and sh
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Water slid down her body and dripped into the marbled floor as she froze in her spot. Fabian was fully dressed in a white polo tee and beige slacks while she stood there naked. “Come,” he motioned for her as if nothing was out of the ordinary. But Amber couldn’t move, she stood there motionless with her hands by her sides, paralyzed by surprise. Fabian uncrossed his leg and with the towel still in his hand, he strolled towards her. With every step that he took, Amber swore he oozed with sexiness. She could feel the blood rushing throughout her body even as the throbbing sensation grew stronger, overpowering her mind. What’s he doing? Fabian reached her and looked down into her polished emerald eyes, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Let’s dry you now shall we?” his voice sounded normal, but his eyes belied his emotion; they were blazing with desire. He threw the towel around her neck, causing her to gasp.
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