All Chapters of Mr King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Keisha had done many things in her life. Some crazy, adventurous things that excited and had her blood rushing in her veins. Things others would have pegged as dangerous and would never dream of doing. She had done them all. However, this was a first.This kind of dangerous brought a completely new meaning to the word. It was a daring, bold and absurd type of dangerous, but she threw all caution to the wind because her safety and identity was at risk of being uncovered.Keisha stood on the tips of her toes and silenced the man. Only this time around, it wasn't with her hand, but with her mouth. She pushed him back and he fell onto the bed, dragging her down with him. They locked eyes then, her brown orbs staring into his emerald ones. Desperation was floating in her eyes, whilst surprise was written in his face. Except, he did not look completely shocked, as if nothing could completely throw him off. Rather, he looked like he was interested in finding out why she had done just that.

Keisha screamed frustratedly into her hands. She wished she could say her patience was running thin but she couldn't because it already had. The only thing that could aid her to keep her sanity would be a punching bag but there wasn't exactly any at her disposal. Bummer.She raised her head to look around her. The en-suite was fully tiled in white and a huge shower took up one corner, while a tub that one would no doubt appreciate soaking themselves in took up space adjacent the shower. The very shower that she couldn't manage to crack every single time she had to clean and was the reason why she was completely drenched in her drab grey uniform. Keisha wiped her face once with the palm of her hand and stood up from the toilet seat. Two entire days that she had been working in the mansion and her reasons for being there were seemingly not being fulfilled, rather very much at a standstill. Mr Thompson King was nowhere to be seen. A short conversation with one of the maids had her know

Grace closed the door to her room and turned around to face Keisha with her hands folded over her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, really looked at Keisha and groaned instead. "Gah, it's hard to be serious with those eye bags under your eyes. You could carry all my belongings in there."Keisha twisted her mouth and touched her eyes. "Don't do me dirty like that. I know it's bad.""Oh, you do know how bad it is? And here I was thinking you probably didn't even know you looked like a zombie. Explain," Grace commanded in a hard tone. "Explain what?" Keisha blinked, poking the eye bags like they were her new object of interest. "What has been taking your time away from your sleep, hmm? Just what have you been doing at night, that you haven't been sleeping at all?" She asked exasperatedly, throwing her hands in the air.Keisha stopped her fingers from prodding her eyes and leaned back to sit with both hands planted behind her on the bed. "No need to get yourself worked up. I'm no n

"Father," Kane answered the call, already picturing the smile of satisfaction on his father's face. "To what do I owe the pleasure?""Kane, it's good to hear your voice. I trust you've settled in nicely," his father's hoarse voice sounded exactly as it had always been; confident and strong."I'm sure Gladys has already beat me to it and told you all about my settling in," he responded sarcastically, referring to the eternally loyal housekeeper. "Are we really going to pretend to have this conversation?"Thompson King laughed out. "I'll tell you what, that woman is good at her job. I'm sure you know it too. But, it's not Gladys I want to talk about. I'll take it you've agreed to our deal, now that you've come back home."Thompson was a man who had made a name for himself and was respected in the business industry. He was the driving force behind oil exports and imports. Things always went his way and he hardly had to beg. However, in that moment, he sounded every bit desperate —the des

Her thoughts stumbled upon each other as she waited for her captor to finally free her. She couldn't exactly relax when she had promised to explain herself to him and he had actually listened to her flimsy words said out of desperation. Now, she just had to come up with an excellent excuse or explanation for her actions. And that alone seemed to be an impossible task even to herself because any sane person would find her actions suspicious.Keisha wasn't ready for the suddenness of the action, but the next thing she knew she had been roughly flung onto the leather chair. The chair protested under her weight and it rolled into the desk. Keisha made to get up when he spoke then. "I would be careful of my next step if I were you," he said, the warning clear in the grave tone of his voice. She sat back into the chair and although it felt very comfortable, she couldn't afford to indulge in it's plushness and rather sat stiffly in the air. He walked backwards and her eyes widened anxiousl