The dawn started with a brief exercise of race which stretched into the event of the day. A debate about the perfect college was exchanged hotly amongst the young adults, both Ziegler and Tasha became the center of attraction as they participated in the debate."I see you're well acquitted with your previous crush," A voice said behind Tasha.Goosebumps pimpled on Tasha's flesh. She knew who that was, so she turned around to catch James' eyes locking her eyes.He had a sheen of sweat on his temple. Tasha tried to keep calm, averting her gaze away from his lips. Ziegler wasn't here to save her. He had been trusted with a task with Aurora.Had this been a scheme of James? So that he could have a conversation with her, and keep Ziegler out of the way?"Well, he's my boyfriend," Tasha's croaked voice betrayed her. She looked behind her, hoping to see Nellie."Nellie!" She yelled out."Oh, she's tied with Tess and Judith in the kitchen," James' brows twitched as he relayed."But she didn't
The way he kissed her!With so much passion and seating yearning. The way his bulge caressed her down there. And when she tried to push him away, he was claiming her all over again."Ziegler," she let out repeatedly, clinging to his shirt.He loved the way she melted in his arms. The way she called his name. It was like music to his ears. Just one more kiss before he let her go. Yet, his hands sneaked under her crop top, finding her oranges. He groaned again, soothed by the feel of her in his hands. He was darn sure she was feeling him too. He was also darn sure she was wet from his kisses. If only she would open her heart to him.Tasha finally wrenched her mouth off, but Ziegler wouldn't let her go. His mouth began to search her again, while his hands squished her bulbs again."We shouldn't be doing this, Ziegler," she swayed her head sideways while avoiding his eyes. The low throbs arising within her were throwing her off balance making her like the way Ziegler kissed and touched h
As Ziegler caught the handle of his zip, he and Tasha heard their names being called out."We need to get back," Ziegler said to her. "We don't want to be discovered making babies," he added and they both laughed at that.As their laughs came to a halt, Ziegler grabbed her hand affectionately. He did find her adorable and he wanted to make her just his. But she was making it hard for both of them."We can always do it another time." He relayed."But we have just one last day together," she whined."Then let's make the best of it. You won't regret it," he assured her.They returned to the camp holding hands, making a mockery of James who had his eyes on them. Nellie was furious at her friend for always neglecting her for her new boyfriend."Is there something you are not telling me, Tasha?" Nellie propped her hands to her waist while they were washing dishes after lunch."What's with that face, Nellie? Common, put your hands down," Tasha whispered."You barely even have the slightest t
Tasha's pack started down the long trail that led to the river, with Ziegler leading the way. "There's a short route I know we can take," James said behind them, pushing himself through the held hands of both Ziegler and Tasha. "No one asked for your suggestions. You haven't been here before," Ziegler huffed. "It doesn't matter if I've been here or not. Do I need to remind you that I major in Geography?" Tasha shrugged off Ziegler's hand from her hand, and Ziegler was surprised at her reaction to James' words. "Tell me, James, are you dating Aurora?" Tasha stood between them, facing James. Ziegler briefly shut his eyes in that explicit second, what the hell was wrong with Tasha? Was she really into James for her to be so bare before James? Couldn't she act non-challant to the feelings she had for him? So, does that mean that all their shared kisses between them had meant nothing to her? What else was he to do to make her see the reason that James doesn't care about her? Jam
Tasha took Ziegler's outstretched hand. She was grateful to him for standing up for her. He did treat her more than a fake boyfriend would treat her.While they stood before the waterfall marvelling at it, Tasha turned to him. "You haven't told me how you knew this route, Ziegler," Tasha purred.Ziegler's side smirked. "I never did, Tash. Remember, the roads leading to the hill are marked. But the hill itself is unmarked. Tess and Aurora are the only ones that have been here before. I think they might be the winner," Ziegler smiled at me."But that's cheating. They chose each other!" I laughed."I can't attest to that though. Will you join me for a swim? I would have taken a bath at the river but it was too shallow," he didn't hesitate in pulling off his shirt.He had the perfect body like an alpha would, tanned skin, broad chest and shoulders. Her breath began to hitch as she watched him. He smirked catching the awed expression on her face.Another pack came down the road stopping to
"Nellie?" Nellie stopped jumping and turned to Ziegler behind her. She and her partners were jubilating. They had come in second place and had been given a present wrapped in a box. Although they should have come in the first place, they had to square with the other fierce group: Gerald's group. Because they hadn't expected a gift, they were jubilating. "Ziegler," Nellie called out in surprise, twirling around her. "Tasha is not with me," Nellie said. "It's not Tash I came to ask you about. I came to see you." Ziegler responded. "Oh," her brows shot up. She wiped her hands tapping Aurora to excuse her. "Congratulations on coming second place. Mr. Bradford only emphasized the winner being gifted. Others wouldn't have given up the fight quite easily." Ziegler stated. "Well, thank you for the wishes." Nellie smiled. "Where's Tasha?" "She's washing up. She was with me the whole time. She told me about the guff between you two and I want to clear the air." Ziegler put in. Nellie's
When she walked through those doors, she caught my eye. Tanned skin, curvy and full, luscious hair to go with. I smirked to myself. I was used to seeing pretty ladies in the Lacrosse bar. So, I was forced to drag my eyes away from her body. She wore a denim jacket over a white short dress that clung to her perfect shape. Her studded nipples protruded through her dress, she still didn't care about the pairs of eyes that peered at her. She was a sight to behold, flopping her hair as she sashayed to the counter."Hello," she smiled at me, a perfect dentition. "A glass of Margarita for me, please.""Good evening, ma'am. Coming up," I twirled to settle her order.Her eyes swept around the hall, rolling her eyes as one of those randy men walked up to her."Hello, pretty lady," He was overdressed, thick beret over his head, a dark shirt on jean trousers and blue shoes, and a heavy overall jacket."I'm not interested," she faked a smile at him."I haven't even stated anything. You know, you
I was drugged. Intoxicated by the feel of her lips on me.The moment her lips touched my lips, I sucked in the air and kissed her back. With one last kiss, her lips tore from my mouth as her eyes sought mine.Gawd! She was hot, and appealing to the eyes. I wasn't talking about her being the heir to a ravishing mansion. I was attracted to her, even as she'd walked through the doors of the Lacrosse bar."Come up with me," her seductive voice was low. She tugged onto my hands, pulling me up the painted flight of stairs. We walked through a massive corridor and stopped before an iron-framed door. With one push, she dragged me in, plunging her sexy full lips into mine again.Her hands intertwined into my hair as the kiss stretched and deepened. With a groan, I tried to tear my lips from hers, wondering in all eternity how we had gotten here."I don't even know your name," I said to her in a low but husky tone."And that makes it even more arousing," she whispered to my ears, bringing my
I wished I could spin back the hands of time while we still made love and we bid the worries of the world away from us. Bad things were meant to happen to bad people - maybe karma was finally rewarding them for the atrocities of the past - but it shouldn't be happening to Alexandro, a man I had hopelessly and completely fallen in love with. Alexandro had to leave me wearing his briefs, stride to the door when he heard Ramsey's call. "Boss, there's trouble," there was fear evident in Ramsey's eyes. On hearing that, I jumped out of the bed instantly - hoping I would be brisk enough to wear in my disguise. "Trouble?" Alexandro's bugging eyes shifted, trying to take a peek behind Ramsey. But what followed next was an explicit shocker. Someone shot Ramsey from behind. The bullet whisked through Ramsey's neck, while blood spluttered unto Alexandro's face. Ramsey fell against Alexandro - fading out gradually as he held the part of his affected neck. Alexandro looked up and me
I let out an involuntary moan as he guided himself inside of me. "I've known you were a woman since the very first day you took the poison drink, lying in my bed while being attended by my doctor," his eyes locked with mine. I should be pushing him off at this confession, I should be! But why was my body saying the exact opposite. He kissed me again - intensely like he had been wanting to do that for a long time. "I fuck... king hate you," I gasped in between as he gradually thrusted into me. "Do you?" He smirked, holding me securely as our bodies meshed in heat and sweet lovemaking. "How do you think you've lasted till this very moment, what about the swimming pool, the very presence of you in my office, the fake chest....," he trailed on, slamming into me without giving me a break in between. What? He gave me the fake chest, how? I was just too dumb not to have realized that the present had been from him. My hand touched the walls behind me as my body began to shak
I didn't hesitate.I pulled off my long sleeved Tee top, then my fake chest came into view. Everyone had their eyes glued on my body, I definitely didn't look like a woman. The colour of the fake chest was the exact colour of my skin.Whoever had sneaked in the fake chest wasn't Maurice, I concluded. It was someone amongst Alexandro's men who certainly knew what was going on."Do you intend I unbuckle my trousers as well?" I must have sounded thoroughly mad.Where had my audacity spilled from? Alexandro cocked a brow for a spilt second. Many of the men in the room were aware of how Alexandro found a fancy towards me, and so many thought I was keying into that."No, that would be all," Alexandro cleared his throat, turning to face both Damain and Marcus."Which one of you brought such claims to me?" "I did," Damian stretched his lips widely.Alexandro dug his hand to the back of his trousers, pulled out a pistol and directed the gun at Damain. The sound of the barrel silenced Damain
I was a little too late to press the button beneath the desk. Quickly, I crouched down beneath the desk, heard Bruno walk into Alexandro's office while muttering something to himself."No one is in here," someone was saying to him from the open door.Maybe, that could be Ramsey but this particular voice sounded different, deep and heavy with a southern accent. It could be any other person amidst Alexandro's men, hoping it wasn't what I was thinking. I held my breath, praying no one moved close to the fall-front desk where I was hiding."I could have sworn that they were both here. He was right here with Suarez... You should have stabbed Suarez when you had the chance instead, that dude just gets on my nerves, I needed him out of the way..," Bruno put in.My hands curled into balls of fury. I finally got half of my answers, Bruno was talking to the person who had actually tried to kill me. And who could that killer be?And Bruno could possibly be the reason why Alexandro had been shot.
He tasted of smoke, weed, and coke.And the way his hungry, ravaging mouth sought the contours of my mouth had me clinging to him.The more I tried to pull free from the kiss - the more his ravaging mouth punished me for such betrayal.My head was slowly spinning - like I was gradually on something high. I knew the implications of being kissed by a heavy weed taker.Yet, his tongue would forcefully plunge into my mouth curling and sucking what was left of me.His hands tore my jacket apart - this wasn't good. I needed to stop being kissed before he discovered that I was a woman.My hands which had tried to push him off felt something sticky from his side - he wrenched his mouth from me, groaning as my hands traced the sticky substance.Blood.I gasped. "You're hurt," I said, looking into his eyes. "I should get Bruno," I added."No, no, no. Not Bruno," he forced the words through clenched teeth, rolling away from me while holding onto his side.Blood sluiced between his splayed finger
My eyes widened as I felt the rope tighten around my neck. I frantically scrambled for the knife I'd also retrieved from behind my mirror and stuck it into the side pocket of my trousers. My fingers closed around it just in time despite the shooting pain coursing around my neckline. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to slice through the rope, feeling it give way beneath me. I plummeted to the floor, my bones cracking upon impact. A searing pain shot through my wrist as I struggled to catch my breath. Gritting my teeth, I assessed the damage – hoping to the heavens that it wasn't a broken wrist. Ignoring the agony, I hauled myself to my feet whilst shaking my wrist to fix the sprain, my eyes scanned the room as I entered the mansion through the front door. No signs of my attacker. Who could that possibly be? The door was still open, and I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of Ramsey's jacket disappearing around the corner. Determined to confront him, I set off in pursuit,
Jacqueline's pov Bruno! My head snapped to the entrance. Ramsey must have told him something about what had happened at the warehouse, and Bruno wanted to report to Alexandro. Alexandro wrenched his head to Bruno who was walking towards us. My cheeks blossomed to the color of a rose as Bruno's eyes jammed into mine, and I turned my head sideways to hide my embarrassment. "What is it?" Alexandro's voice was heavy with disdain for the abrupt interruption. "There is a call..," Bruno intoned. "Is it important?" Alexandro hadn't pulled himself free from our embrace, his rod was firmly hard and I was certain if it weren't for Bruno, Alexandro wouldn't have been done with me. "It's Dante," Bruno put in. Alexandro's hands captured my waist and placed me on the marble floor while my legs dipped into the water, and with a lazy smile on his face, he started floating away. My heart was thumping wildly, and I was trying not to look nervous. I could still feel Bruno's gaze li
My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked through the corridors and memories drifted into me. Marcus and I had met when I needed a place to stay, I was processing my admission into the agency four years ago in Detroit. My best friend, Lori who I didn't know was secretly fighting cancer had introduced me to Marcus. Marcus was sweet at the time we'd met, and since we lived as roommates in his house - we gradually fell in love. But Marcus had secrets, he knew about my dream about being a secret agent and he taunted and mocked me occasionally for it. Unbeknownst to me, he was hiding the fact that he was a chief leader of a gangster group in Downtown. When I discovered it, I threatened to expose him to the authorities and he laughed me off and beat me to a pulp. That was a day I would never forget. I managed to escape that night back to Lori's apartment, only to discover by her landlady that Lori had passed on two weeks back. I have never remained the same ever since
Jacqueline's pov The drive Downtown had been silent, and I was grateful for it. Ramsey was careful to pull out the bags of cash and we started towards the warehouse.Two figures stood on the drive way by the warehouse, they wore dark shades from their appearances."Jacqueline?" My body froze. Even with my disguise, I was still recognizable.Ramsey snapped his eyes towards me and back at the middleman who had called my name. He was spiked-haired amongst the three men with a heavy beard.It was unethical to have our suppliers know us by our names. I jerked my head up to meet the familiar eyes of my once ex-boyfriend and my heart began to race.Memories of how we broke up four years back broke through me. I hadn't been Marcus whenever I usually accompanied Bruno Downtown, why then was Marcus' face popping out of nowhere?But I had to feign not recognizing him instead, "Are the supplies in stock?" I asked the men in front of me.One of them unzipped the two hefty bags in front of us, ki