All Chapters of RESCUED BY THE DON'S BROTHER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I am a happy soul tonight, actually, from last night. For the first time since I woke up in that hospital bed, I am experiencing pure joy. I was able to convince Ejay yesterday to let me go to Mombasa. My deal is dangerous; I myself am scared of it, but I won't think of that for now. I do not want to ruin this happiness that I am basking in right now. I am looking forward to my stay in Mombasa and hoping that I will be able to savor some incredible aura for those seven days.Do you know what else is more exciting? I pleaded with Ejay to get his goons off my back during my whole stay in Mombasa. I don't want to walk around with ugly, fugly black monkeys guarding me as if I am the daughter of a mafia king. They might scare everyone away from me, and I am planning to have the best days of my life there before returning to this cage again. Nothing naughty, though; don't get me wrong there. So, he finally agreed, but I swear it took me to become a confounded beggar to get him to agree, and

Things seem to be difficult when you have only one choice, but they are even more difficult and complicated when you are torn between two hard choices. In a situation like mine, you feel totally confused and lost. I do not know which way to go. Each choice has consequences, and they are both equally dangerous. Fighting for my freedom, or running away from this captivity, means endangering my life in case my paths cross with Ejay again in the future. That would be the end of me. If I choose the other choice, I will have sold my soul to the devil and accepted the possibility of being a slave forever. I am so drained from thinking and weighing the two options. I am so tired of trying to make up my mind because the fear has crept in. The fear of what awaits me after the trip I am taking tomorrow The fear of losing in the end. I am so weighed down, but I have to keep going. Maybe the first thing I need before making a decision is a change of scenery. A new environment will help me clear my

We get to Ejay's car and drive back to the club. I take a look in the driver's mirror to confirm my look. I look just as I thought—horrible. The eye blinks are not doing any justice to my red eyes. I can't even tell what time I slept last night, but I am sure I did not sleep for more than three hours. I even have a headache. The monkey beside me is holding my hand to comfort me, as if it is helping. The truth is, I still want to cry. I do not know how much crying is enough for Nora; all I know is that I have not cried enough.We drive through the gate, and today, Ejay is not even greeting his goons, as if he is affected one bit by Nora's death. I very well know that it means nothing to him, so he should cut the acting. It does not suit him. Getting out of the car, he holds my hand, and we walk inside the club. I don't know where they take the dead bodies, because when I asked Ejay what would happen to her body, he said they would take care of it. I don't know what that means. Do they

I did great shopping yesterday at the mall and made sure to pick the best dresses. The price was so pocket-friendly compared to Nairobi, which enticed me to buy more than I had planned. Not that money is a problem for me because my account is loaded, but you know that feeling when you go shopping and you find the prices are much lower than you expected? You end up buying more than you had planned to. That, coupled with the freedom of being able to walk around without being watched, got the better of me. I came back with huge shopping bags weighing me down. With everything that I bought, the dresses, both medium-length and floral gowns, the shoes and inner wear, and some shorts and light tops to wear when we are not in the show, I will not need to use this trash that came from Ejay anymore. I won't be stinking at him. I might as well throw them away in the dustbin. Nkt! We are having breakfast at this hotel with my boys, I mean, my companions, and Jimmy is still insistent about having

He smiles. Damn that smile! He might as well be the god of the sea. I lift my hand slowly from the water, where I am almost fully buried, to his face to confirm whether he is really a human. He didn't move an inch; he just stood still until our flesh came into contact. He is fresh. He is still dripping wet, but he is so hot. Talk of people with exemplary, amazing looks! He is a beauty god. And these lips, oh shieet! They are so tempting. He is all together tempting. Why do you look so sweet, Mr. Stranger? I would like to know how it would feel to be kissed by these beautiful lips. What would the kiss taste like? Honey? Chocolate? Vanilla? And how would it feel?As if driven by a spirit, I lean in, and in, and in, until there is no gap left between our lips anymore. That contact between our lips makes me want to melt. His warm breath sent electric waves all over my body. I brush his lips with mine. So soft. My hands stretch to his body, landing on his stomach, and they freely move to h