"So, what did you girls talk about?" Daniel asked, breaking the silence in the car. "Oh, you know, just random things," Adrienne replied, intertwining her fingers with his. "Hmm... what things? Is it some secret girl code?" he inquired with a playful smile. "Yeah, a little secret between us," Adrienne teased, exchanging smiles with him. "Daniel?" "Yes?" he responded, turning to face her. "Should I give you a blowjob?" Adrienne blurted out suddenly, catching him off guard. "What? Blowjob?" Daniel was taken aback by her unexpected question. "Yeah, should I perform oral sex on you?" she clarified, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, you're drunk," Daniel gently replied, trying to diffuse the situation. "No, I'm not drunk," she denied adamantly. "Well, we're almost at your house. You should get some rest and sober up. We have a lot to do tomorrow," Daniel said, reminding Adrienne of their plans. Disappointed, Adrienne let go of Daniel's hand and crossed her arms, sulki

Steve knocked on Martin's door, his knuckles rapping against the wood with a sense of urgency. "Come in." "Boss, the team and I were thinking about going out tonight. It's the last Friday of the month, and we thought it'd be fun to hit the clubs, have a few drinks, and enjoy ourselves," Steve said. "Sure, go ahead," he responded, his tone lacking any enthusiasm. Steve's smile faltered for a second. "Will you join us?" he asked, genuine curiosity tingeing his voice. Martin shook his head, his gaze turning distant. "I have other plans," he replied vaguely. "Oh, really? Where are you off to?" he asked, attempting to mask his curiosity. Without skipping a beat, Martin dismissed the question with deliberate nonchalance. "You guys have fun. You can leave now," he stated, effectively shutting down any further inquiry. Steve nodded, absorbing the subtle message, and bowed before retreating from Martin's study. Once the door clicked shut, Steve clenched his fists, frustration cou

"She has been in the bathroom for twenty minutes now. Maybe we should go check on her," Leah expressed her concerns. "Do you think she left already? Probably angry because of what happened here?" Bella interjected. "Nah. I know she enjoyed it. She should be more than grateful to me," Sophia replied. "Sophy..." Leah called. "Alright, alright. I'll go check on her," Sophia conceded. She stood up and made her way to the restroom to check on Adrienne, returning in less than a minute. "She is still in the toilet. She said she is feeling embarrassed and we shouldn't disturb her until she is in the mood to come out. And when she eventually does, we should all act like nothing like the lap dance happened," Sophia announced. "Aw. Poor girl feels embarrassed. It's all your fault, Sophia. And you don't even look remorseful about your action,," Bella fired at Sophia. "Why should I? I am happy that what is happening, is happening," Sophia smiled mischievously. "I can't believe you're smilin

"I love how commanding you sounded back then," Steve praised Michael. "Yeah, it's my thing," Michael grinned. "What are you doing?" Michael asked Steve sternly, eyeing him as he untied the rope used to bind one of Adrienne's legs. "Her legs must be hurting. She's unconscious and even if she wakes up now, she can't run anywhere. She won't be able to after you hit her head like that," Steve rolled his eyes at Martin. "I am the one in command here. Don't untie her," Michael asserted. "No one's in command here. You are nothing without me, because without me, my boys won't serve or work with you," Steve smirked. "You know what? Let's not argue. You can untie her," Michael said reluctantly, his voice lacking conviction as he found a wooden chair to sit on. He watched intently as Steve began to release Adrienne from her restraints. His eyes were strangely fixated on her now, filled with desire. Thoughts of all the 'fun' he could have with Adrienne flooded his mind, arousing him. "I'll

Martin arrived at his house, only to be met with a devastating sight that took his breath away. The once magnificent mansion now lay in ruins, reduced to scattered debris and ashes. Smoke billowed out from corners, indicating that a fire had ravaged the house. But Martin couldn't fathom how it had come to collapse. Had it exploded? Approaching a group of firefighters working diligently at the scene, Martin inquired about the cause of this unfortunate incident. One of the men paused in his work and turned towards Martin. "Well," he began, pausing to gather his thoughts, "it appears to be a gas explosion. However, we have reason to believe that someone intentionally set fire to the house as well. The boy's quarter and the two cars that were here also caught fire, leading us to suspect the use of petrol as an accelerant." A surge of anger coursed through Martin's veins, his fist involuntarily clenching. Betrayal was one thing, but to go to such extreme lengths as to blow up his house