THIRD PERSON'S POVJamal let out a struggling breath as Arlo's hand tightened around his neck. He tried taking his hand off, but Arlo's grip was made out of steel. Impossible to get it off his neck."What the hell are you doing? Put my son down right now!" Luther yelled. His eyes flickered from how unnerved the situation was making him feel."I will, right after I've choked the last breath out of his body!" Arlo threatened, tightening his grip. He wasn't exactly sure if he could really carry out his threat of killing Jamal. Despite how much he hated Luther and everything related to him, he had to remember that Jordy had a bit of a soft spot for Jamal. Killing him would be putting her in a lot of pain. And that was one thing he'd never do to her.But the threat was necessary to make Luther reflect on his wrongs and realize that he wasn't someone he could trifle with and get away with it."Put Jamal down right now!" Luther raved, trembling from the tide of rage that enveloped his body.
THIRD PERSON'S POVStanding on her balcony, Zoey was restless. She'd been pacing for almost an hour and there was no stopping. Not when she was feeling super agitated and anxious. After the abrupt end of the call, she couldn't get in touch with her spy.She's been redialing his number but he wasn't picking it up. She had to know what happened to him. She had to know if she was safe or not. She had to know if Jordy already found out about her schemes. She had to know if that idiot was dead or not. She had to know if King Arlo would file for a trial, 'cause he found out about her plans. She had to know if she was going to spend the night here in their mansion or the dungeon. There were a lot of things she badly needed to know.She needed a lot of answers. Her mind was jumbled with thoughts and there was no downplaying how scared she was. If Jordy and King Arlo found out about her, she would be disgraced and stripped of her nobility. She would be imprisoned and become like one of those d
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Pass me the salt, please." Gamma Micah demanded, halfway into his plate of pasta. Zach reached for the salt, just the same time as Zoey did. They both grabbed it, but Zach was quick to take his hands off. The back of his hand had brushed against Zoey's, and he discreetly rubbed it off on his pants. A gesture Zoey didn't miss. She gulped down her discomfort and stretched the salt to her father."Thank you." Gamma Micah muttered. He went on to sprinkle a bit on his food. Then placed the salt next to his plate.Zach fixed his eyes on his plate, refusing to look up. Zoey was right opposite him, and the last thing he wanted was to look into her eyes. Her emerald eyes were glistening with dirty little secrets. They made his heart race. They made him uneasy and left him wondering just what she's gotten herself involved in.Her emerald eyes which used to be the most enchanting thing about her were now haunting him like a ghost. They now left him with goosebumps and a mil
THIRD PERSON'S POVZoey walked past the quiet lounge and headed for the elevator. She adjusted her hood twice and her dark shades too. She couldn't risk being noticed. That'll be the end of her.Just a while ago, she'd gotten a text from the thug. He'd sounded so deranged and had left her a long line of threats if she didn't come to meet him. She thought of calling his bluff, but that was too much of a risk. The guy was a lunatic. Daring him into carrying out his crazy threats could lead to an irreparable catastrophe. A fucking risk she could never take.She thought of paying him off, instead of letting him fuck her. She could be a lover of dicks, but there was a status requirement, and that lunatic doesn't meet that. She could never go down on him. Not even with a gun to her head. So yeah, paying him off was the better way out of this mess.When she'd returned to the dining table, she had a more peaceful breakfast with her Father. She fed him more lies about her beef with Zach, and h
THIRD PERSON'S POV Zach rang the doorbell again, stomping his foot on the threshold, with his hands tucked inside his pockets. His hairy coat teased his nape as the soft breeze blew through it. He was going to ring the doorbell again when the door was thrown open. He smiled at the female and walked into the house. "Jamal?" He demanded, glancing around the house which oozed solitude. It felt as if no one was home. But then, Jamal's house always has this aura of solitude. So it was nothing new. "In the backyard, Master." She bowed. "Thank you." Zach headed to the backyard and there was Jamal. He slowed in his steps, taking in the sight in front of him. Jamal sat on one of the lounge chairs, with a headphone on his ears, skimming through a book. Zach recognized it to be one of those ancient history books Jamal loved a lot. And on the table was a cocktail and he took sips from it, but never took his gaze off the book. The moment felt awfully familiar and Zach was hit with a wave of
KING ARLO'S POV"Fuck!!" Jordy screamed out her lungs as she creampied in my arms. The slimy, whitish substance slid down and dripped on the sheets. Her hands were wrapped around my neck and her face was buried in my shoulder. She was trembling from her orgasm."That was incredible." I groaned out, leaving kisses on her nipples and up to her cheek. "You're incredible, love."She couldn't say a word, probably because she was still trying to catch her breath. I had to wait till the pleasure ebbed before I could expect her to say any coherent words.It was the fifth time we were making love this morning, and every time we climaxed, it always felt… surreal. Fresh feelings of ecstasy came with each climax. This time, I thought I was twirling in the galaxies, reaching out to grab a star. That was how good she rode my dick, and how much I loved it.The duvet was loosely around our waists, and the bed had creaked so badly from our movements that I feared it would break into two. Good thing it
THIRD PERSON'S POV"I'm sorry, but I can't hang out tonight. I'm tired and I want to go to bed early." Zoey said and gave a fake yawn. Just to add a dramatic effect to her lies.She was on the phone with one of her friends and they were inviting her for a girls' night out in the famous nightclub for kids from rich families. Kids like her. Of course, she would have loved to go. She'd give anything for some shots of whiskey and spending the night on the bed of some rich, hot stranger. But tonight, she couldn't go. Not when she'd been avoiding the outdoors for fear of running into Luther or his spy.Ever since her spy lied to King Arlo about who sent him, she'd been avoiding Luther's calls. Surely, meeting him will be a nightmare because he just might throttle her. So staying locked up was the better option. Even though it might affect her social life."I spent the whole day taking care of something and I need to rest right now." She continued with her lies. She didn't do a thing today.
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Right. I remember. Jamal Beaconsfield, son of the Beta!" Georgina squealed.Zoey glanced at her and she could see how smitten Georgina was over Jamal. She already made her cleavage pop out and was biting her finger, like warming up for an erotic night with Jamal.And it wasn't just Georgina, it was all the girls in the hall. Every one of them had their eyes on Jamal, and it was just a matter of seconds before he got swarmed up by them.Truth be told, she couldn't blame them so much. Jamal was a sexy guy, with a dark aura and erratic attitude. And, right now, with the booze completely taking over him, he seemed to be a bit vulnerable. Any girl would want to take advantage of the moment. But what was he doing here? Zoey quizzed herself again. Jamal doesn't come to nightclubs. He had always been too stuck up for that. So what he doing here, looking like a complete hobo?She glanced around the jammed hall, hoping to see Zach. Maybe the bartender would call him again t