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Sweet Sin – Chapter 89&90
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By Naomi Cindy B.
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The number of beats that ran across Seraphina’s heart that actual second was countless. She nearly had a seizure, and she had to quickly hold her chest, knotting the singlet.
With her second hand, she grabbed the curtain she stood behind, panting as the words sank in again.
PLEASE.
He said please.
He said he missed her.
He said he was loosing his mind.
She knotted tighter at her chest, gasping as her heartbeats picked up again. She could hear the dangerous thuds in her ears, so loud it nearly punctured her eardrums.
Her shock didn’t even let her know that she had already cut the call.
Her thumb must have touched the red mistakenly.
She wore her slipons and rushed out of the bedroom. Her one step would cover two steps if she were walking, but she’s running.
The stairs are twenty, but she touched just ten cos she took them two at once, throwing the door open.
She came to a standstill, gulping.
His car is gone.
No Tobias. No car.
The sweat on her face turned cold, rolling into her cleavage and cascading down her breàsts valley to her tummy, tickling her.
But she wasn’t even feeling it. He’s gone, he’s not here anymore.
She checked her phone again to be sure he’s the one who called.
It was really him, so where’s he?
She clicked on his line, dialling.
It’s off.
Her mind wandered off.
What’s occuring?
—
[Tobias’s Oddsion]
Tobias’s car zoomed into the park noiselessly, and the headlights went off for two minutes before he got down from the car, looking tipsy.
Yalda rushed out to him, and seeing him tipsy made her shock.
“This is the first time whiskey entered your head, Wrath. What a sight.” She muttered with a small smile.
Tobias threw his dead phone at her, and she caught it to her chest.
“Get it charged,” he instructed.
“I get it…” She nodded. “And by the way, Jude went for the last part of the station mission.”
“Great,” he coldly responded, walking inside with calculated steps.
Yalda followed.
“Also, i investigated Dean’s missing Secretary like you ordered, and I found out he came to work that day, so whatever happened to him happened at the Empire. And the most interesting part? That same night, Dean and Kelly were the last to leave the Empire, and they took a sudden visit to the Memorial Estates.”
“Dean killed his Secretary?” Tobias smirked slightly. “That bastard is only good at talking, he can’t act to save his life, Yalda. Dean was scared of my spiders and butterflies, and I’m sure he’s still scared of them. The only reason his Secretary would die by his hands would be if he’s under pressure from a source.”
Tobias’s eyes darkened.
“Valhalla, isn’t one of their sins murder? Murder of someone you care deeply about?”
“Are you saying…” Yalda’s eyes lowered. “They initiated Dean?”
Tobias chuckled, his tipsiness clearing off. “I told you Xero can be a smart bastard sometimes, and here’s the evidence. He took Dean in the club so he’d have Wrath Investments Empire under his wings, and Dean…that idiot knows nothing, he’d be snorted out without notice.”
“That’ll be his luck. He walked into a colony of ants himself.” Yalda smiled with her mouth corner. “And the President? When are we visiting the Whitehouse?” She asked.
“Calm down, damn…” He gave her a blank look.
“I know you’re worried about Seraphina,” Yalda said. “But you don’t have to worry. If there’s anyone who knows how you operate the best, it’s me. She’ll come around, I know you didn’t mean to kill her.”
“You know I hate consolation…” Tobias mentioned.
“I do,” Yalda nodded. “But you’re like my father, and you can’t push it away.” She shrugged.
“You’re getting too bold,” Tobias pointed at her before stepping in.
Yalda followed him, attaching his phone to the wall carrier which would transport it to the exclusive charging area.
“The Empire might still take a lotta time to take back, and that’s why I thought we could make use of Seraphina’s upcoming crocheting brand for the laundering, for now.”
Tobias stopped, turning back with a deep frown and gritted jaws.
Yalda paused.
“Never, I warn you. Never mention laundering with her business again. I’m not gonna mess with her brand, and you’re not going to mention this again.” He warned darkly.
“I get it.” Yalda nodded. “I’ll prepare to launch our investment firm tommorow. Now that WIE is in trouble, it’s the best time to shoot.”
“Good, that’s what I wanna hear.” Tobias tilted his eyes.
“And about Vince…” Yalda added.
“When it’s time for my clash with that cripple, he’ll find me himself like I said, and I’ll shred off his mouth and chest flesh. Let him make his plans for now. You can focus more on Kimmy if you want to keep yourself busy.” Tobias instructed.
“You know I like setting married bitches straight,” Yalda smiled. “I love fuckin them before killing them, but she’s a smelly one I don’t wanna fûck, so I’ll just off her straight.”
“No, you have no right to off her.” Tobias heaved. “Bring her to me, and get me Viagra for Grimm.”
Yalda’s eyes lit.
“Grimm is gonna get some pussy?” She laughed. “Well, fun is coming, and I can’t fuckin’ wait.”
She rushed out, and Tobias elevated up to his room.
He picked his phone from the charging space. Seeing it has a little battery life already, he dialled her line, pacing the room.
She didn’t pick. It slid him into voicemail, so he left a message…
“I don’t make promises, Sera, but I feel like it’s compulsory to have you back in my orbit, so I’m gonna make one now. I’ll never, pull the trigger at you again, I promise. If I do, never look at me or say a word to me again for the rest of your existence. But please, let me back in, I miss you, it’s not fakery, but how are you gonna know if you don’t let me show it?”
He sent the voicemail and threw his phone back on bed, then he pulled a drug bottle out of his drawer.
He shook one pill of Xanax to his palm, swallowing the anti-anxiety drug without water.
That calmed his shaky body a little, and he entered the bathroom to soak his throbbing head with water too.
Like that, he left for the handlers room. They were already working on his investment shell company even before he got there.
Seeing him with wet hair and soaked upper body, they were shocked, but they dare not ask questions.
Estelle who came in here to watch them quickly stepped back.
“Start by giving a low return policy, and make sure it’s lower than WIE returns. No high collateral, no high ultimatum, just easy contracts and easy payments.” Tobias instructed.
“What’s going to be the name?” A handler asked. “That’s why only remaining part..the company name.”
“Black Rose Capitals, BRC.” Tobias said with that creepy knowing smile.
The handlers got to work completely. No more questions, just work.
Tobias’s head made that straight noise again, and his body began the subtle tremble.
He went back to his room and swallowed five pills of Xanax and alpranax all at once.
His eye corners changed color, and his ears made strange noises too.
What the fûck is going on?
Is he really losing his mind?
He was chewing the bitter drugs as he checked his phone.
No reply from her.
—
[A Busy Street]
Jude emerged from the shadow between two derelict buildings, his hood pulled low, and every step measured.
There’s a police checkpoint at the end of the street. He walked toward it without hesitation.
One of the officers barely had time to glance up before Jude’s fist exploded into his jaw.
The officer stumbled sideways with a curse.
Jude spun to run, but three pairs of hands seized him before he could.
They wrenched his arms behind his back. He didn’t struggle. Instead, he laughed.
“People wake up wanting to punch somebody sometimes,” he drawled, sounding like the gutter thug he wanted them to think he is.
One officer shoved him hard enough to stagger as he was handcuffed and pushed into the car.
“Tell that to your cellmates, you’re going to jail.” He assured him.
Jude said nothing during the drive.
His phone and watch were confiscated.
He surrendered each item without argument, staring silently through the patrol car window.
Exactly as planned.
His fingerprints were taken when they arrived. His name was logged, then an officer unlocked a holding cell and shoved him inside.
A large man in his mid-forties was already inside the cell.
The expensive shirt beneath his detention vest didn’t hide the fact that he wasn’t an ordinary prisoner.
The man jerked away in disgust, facing the officer who brought Jude.
“You’re putting this filthy street rat in here with me?” he barked.
The officer snorted. “Funny hearing that from another inmate.”
“I’m not an inmate.” The man shot.
The officer folded his arms. “Commander Daniel Hurst, you were arrested for accepting a bribe.”
“I didn’t take a damn bribe!” The commander stood sharply. “I never accepted money from Dean St. Graves to bury that investigation!”
“There was enough evidence in your system!” the officer shot back.
“It was planted!” The commander stepped toward the bars. “Someone infiltrated headquarters and planted those files in my system!”
The officer laughed outright. “You expect me to believe somebody hacked police headquarters just to frame you?”
“They did!” The commander shouted.
The steel door slammed shut as the office closed it, and the echo rang through the corridor.
“I didn’t take the bribe!!” the commander roared, smashing both fists against the bars. “Check the security cameras!”
His desperate screams faded into silence, then a quiet chuckle came, and he turned.
Jude sat against the wall, one knee raised, smiling mockingly.
“What the hell are you smiling at?” The commander sneered, crossing the cell in three strides.
He seized Jude by the collar and slammed him into the bars hard.
“You think sharing a cage with me makes us friends?”
Jude looked into his eyes..”Aren’t you the famous commander whose corruption destroyed his entire unit? I heard your department lost everything because of you.”
The commander growled.
“You little—”
Jude moved, so fast the older man never saw it. His elbow slammed deep beneath the commander’s ribs.
Air blasted from the man’s lungs in a gasp, and that single involuntary breath was all Jude needed.
The tiny capsule he had been hiding beneath his tongue slipped effortlessly into the man’s open mouth.
Reflex took over, and the commander swallowed before he realized.
His eyes widened, then realization hit. “What…” His fingers clawed at his own throat. “What did you just make me swallow?”
Jude straightened his jacket, and his smile disappeared.
“It’ll dissolve in your stomach. No taste, no trace, it goes straight for the heart, and after your death, when they cut you open, they’ll call it sudden cardiac failure.”
The commander’s face drained of color. “You poisoned me!”
He lunged for Jude. “I’m going to f+kin kill you!!”
Jude didn’t dodge or block or defend himself. The commander’s weight smashed him into the bars.
Steel bit into the back of Jude’s skull, and pain exploded through his vision. The first punch from the commander shattered his lip, and the second split his eyebrow. The third broke something inside his nose.
Blood flooded over his face.
Still, he refused to fight back. Every punch landed exactly where he wanted it. His body folded beneath the beating, his cheek scraped across rough concrete, and boots slammed into his ribs.
His own blood filled his mouth until every breath tasted like rust.
Then, he let himself scream, loud enough for someone to hear.
Outside the cell, an officer making routine rounds stopped when he heard the scream.
His radio flew to his mouth.
“Officer down, area four! Prisoner assault in progress!”
Footsteps thundered through the corridor as more officers rushed in.
Four officers dragged the commander away while two others lifted Jude from the blood-soaked floor.
The commander fought against them with animal desperation.
“I’ve been poisoned!” he screamed.
“He made me swallow something!”
“You have to believe me!”
Jude coughed violently, and blood spilled from between his teeth before he tried to talk.
“He…” His swollen lips barely moved as he spoke. “He kept saying he’d rather die than face the shameful trial. He said he’d kill himself… and I tried to stop him….i swear, but he already swallowed the pill himself.”
The officers exchanged uneasy looks.
“He’s lying!” the commander shrieked. “I would never kill myself! I’m innocent! I never took money from Dean St Graves! I’m being framed!”
No one answered him.
They were too busy looking at Jude’s ruined face.
His broken nose, swollen eyes, and the blood coating the concrete.
It all painted a convincing story.
As the officers half-carried Jude toward the infirmary, he smiled faintly. Only one corner of his mangled mouth moved.
Behind him, the commander’s screams became increasingly frantic.
A toxicology team came to get him, but by the time they reached the examination room, the poison already dissolved.
His heart already failed.
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[Vince’s Crib]
Vince’s men are out of the room now, left with Vince and his father.
Vince lay on his face, and Uncle Will held a bottle of creamy medicine which he’s applying on his back wound with a flat scooper.
Vince looked lifeless on that bed. He’s not saying a word, like he’s too angry to talk or even move.
“Stay angry all you want, Vincent. I did what I had to do.” Will sighed.
“Did what you had to do by handing the Memorial Estates over to Saint after I warned you not to?” Vince spranged up.
Despite his pains, he rolled off the bed and stood, groaning.
“You went against me!” He pointed fingers. “And you won’t expect my comeback! Saint’s body will become a part of the dead bodies inn that estate grounds very fuckin soon!”
“Do not touch Saint, Vincent! I’m warning you!” Will stood to his son.
“You’re even siding them to my face?” Vince laughed. “You’re siding them to my face now? Daddy!!”
“And I heard about how you’re planning to involve the President. Don’t try it, don’t make matters worse!” Will shouted.
“My woman was taken!!!” Vince screamed, mad. “She was taken by Tobias, and she already gave me a sign that she wants me to take her back! She stabbed me, meaning she wants me back, and I’ll do anything to get her away from him and take her where she belongs!”
“If I had heard the story of how you disgraced her in highschool, I wouldn’t have even agreed when you told me to order Dean to marry her for your sake!” Will spat.
“The bloody skirt didn’t belong to her!” Vince argued.
“But you gave it to Kimmy, and Kimmy made everyone believe it belonged to her!” Will said.
“And after that, every male stayed away from her cos they believed she’s a wayward b+ch who was sleeping with her teacher! I liked it!” Vince laughed loudly.
“That was your plan from the beginning?” Will gasped. “To make men stay away from her?”
“Yes yes…” Vince yelled crazily. “Yes!!! Everyone stayed away from her for years except that thief Tobias, and you think it’s ok to leave him alive? Watch me take his soul!”
He took his phone from the bed, and turned around.
He went to the Window and dialled a Secretary at the Whitehouse.
“Yes, Mr. Vince St. Graves?”
“May I be scheduled to meet the President in two days? It’s really urgent. It’s about my dead mother, and Ruth who’s currently on a wheelchair, and about a bastard here in NYC.” Vince asked.
“I’ll relay your request, sir. You’ll get a response before noon tommorow.” The secretary replied.
“Sure,” Vince hung up with a smile.
Uncle Will sat back in bed, letting tears out of his eyes.
“I shouldn’t have disowned you back then, Vincent. I shouldn’t have let you leave the house, maybe you wouldn’t have turned crazy like this…”
Vince faced him.
“No, Daddy. I even wanna thank you for disowning me that year, cos if you didn’t, I wouldn’t have achieved this far. Now I’m back to take care of you and take what’s mine, you only have to calm down and follow my steps.”
“How?” Will looked up. “How were you able to amass this wealth over the years?” He asked.
“I’m not telling you the story yet,” Vince blinked. “But someday, I’ll tell you, and you’ll get to know about the number of billionaires I control in this city.” He laughed again.
Uncle Will sniffled, looking at Vince’s unbalanced knees.
“How’s it?” He asked.
“I had seven surgeries already, but they weren’t enough to reset the bones. I have another one scheduled for two months now, and I believe it’ll get straight then, but don’t let the unbalanced knees fool you, Daddy. I’ve fought too many wars with these knees, and I still stood.” Vince said.
Will sighed.
Vince placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Daddy, you don’t have to worry. I won’t let harm come your way. You only have to promise you won’t let me down again. Just watch me take care of everything singlehandedly.”
Uncle Will looked at him, and Vince gave him a assuring nod.
“And your Foster Home? We’re gonna start my move from there. I’ll make a huge donation as your son and enter the people’s heart with that,.”
Will didn’t argue.
He just nodded.
Vince straightened, snapping his fingers. His men rushed in.
“The 5.5M on my woman’s IG is disgusting. Go employ bots and take it to 15 or 20 before the week ends. She’s the hottest woman alive right now, she deserves more and more till I’ll finally take her.” He ordered.
Two of the men left to do that.
“And Wrath Investments Empire?” Another man asked.
“I have it under control,” Vince sighed. “That’s why I’m involving the President. Tobias won’t get what he wants for the first time ever.”
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[Next Day – Seraphina’s Mansion]
What drew Seraphina to this house wasn’t the flowers, painting, size, or lights, it was the extra room inside.
An extra room where she can gym alone and do subtle trainings alone.
It’s located beside her bedroom.
She had entered the room since 3am cos she couldn’t sleep, and she has been putting herself to work on the gym machines and subtle self-trainings. She didn’t use the gun.
She already handles the gun perfectly, so she used the knife.
She made funny, weird moves around the room with the knife.
Even if it doesn’t make sense, at least she’s making effort.
When she faces danger, she’ll be able to save herself for the first two to three minutes before crying for help.
And something kept telling her Vince is still alive, so for him, she’s aware she needs this self-guidance.
Also, Tobias didn’t call back last night, and he didn’t text back too. She had stared at her phone till a certain time before pushing the device away.
He must have been regretting what he said last night. He must have been back to his senses and be thinking that why would he tell her he missed her? Maybe that’s it.
Maybe he didn’t mean it.
She swung the knife in the air again, taking two steps right, one step back, one sway, one bend, one leap, one duck, and one jump.
She knows she’s doing well, so she continued, drowning herself in the feelings and exercise till her eyes caught her wristwatch.
“8am?” She sounded, going still. “Shit!” She removed her headband and rushed out of the gym.
She carried her knife with her though, and she tucked it in her purse when she arrived in her room.
Her phone was the first thing she took, and when she saw she got a voicemail, she gulped.
Seeing who it’s from, she gulped two more times.
She quickly sat at the edge of the bed, nearly falling as she played it…
“I don’t make promises, Sera, but I feel like it’s compulsory to have you back in my orbit, so I’m gonna make one now. I’ll never, pull the trigger at you again, I promise. If I do, never look at me or say a word to me again for the rest of your existence. But please, let me back in, I miss you, it’s not fakery, but how are you gonna know if you don’t let me show it?”
She replayed it again and again to be sure she heard right.
It’s his voice, no mistakes. It’s his number, his tone.
It’s really him.
She stood slowly, playing it again.
He meant it. He f+kin meant it.
He misses her?
A smile shot to her lips, and she bit those lips hard before listening to the voicemail again.
She grinned, pressing the phone to her chest as she listened.
“OMG!” She sat back, laying in bed.
She listened again.
If voicemails had their own minds, the mail would have been screaming for help from over-play right now.
The ringing of the phone interrupted Seraphina’s moment.
She sat up, brushing her hair away from her face. It’s Allison.
“Hey Mama!” She picked.
“Babe! I found a really good building you can use for your brand for the meantime, at least till your own building would be ready.” Allison informed breathlessly.
“What would I do without you?” Seraphina smiled.
“I know, first born. You can’t do without me.” Allison grinned. “So, let’s meet at the building, I’ll send you the address.” She promised.
“Sure,” Seraphina agreed.
“And please…. cover your face with shades or something. I can’t handle your people swooning you again. You have to make do with disguise till we find bodyguards, my celebrity girlfriend.” Allison hyped sweetly.
“I knooow….” Seraphina blushed.
“And did he come by your place last night? I mean..the cultist.” Allison asked. “I swear he came to my place and I told him your location even before he asked! It’s the first time I saw him that close and I couldn’t help it! He looked hollow!”
Seraphina laughed.
“Yeah, he came. I’ll tell you everything later.”
“Oh…and check business news, you’d be shocked. This week is already so delicious from the start.” Allison tipped before hanging up.
Seraphina went downstairs curiously, turning on her TV.
The business news is really bustling with new headlights this morning.
Wrath Investments Empire case is out in the open. Laundering evidence found in their CEO shredder, and he tried to bury the case by bribing the investigation team commander. The commander was arrested, and he poisoned himself in the cell last night just to escape trial.
“Fûck….” Seraphina sat to digest the news very well.
Now, a new investment firm is up in the business market. Black Rose Capitals, just this morning.
Seraphina stood, blinking at the name of the firm.
Black Rose Capitals.
“Tobias?” She muttered.
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[Police Headquarters]
Dean and Kelly sat in front of the top interrogator desk, both looking troubled as they received questions from the interrogator.
It’s been one long hour of interrogation that’s heading nowhere.
“I didn’t order the commander to poison himself to avoid trial. I didn’t even bribe him in the first place, and the laundering evidence in my shredder wasn’t me! This is all set up by my brother.” Dean repeated.
“If y’all incompetent men can’t even sniff that out, then I have nothing to say to you!” He slammed the table.
“Mr. St Graves, you could be sued for—”
“For what exactly!” Kelly spranged up in protest. “For what?”
“And where is the evidence that your brother is behind these?” The interrogator asked calmly. “You kept saying your brother, but where is the backup evidence?”
“Do you know how many crimes he committed without evidence to hold him down?” Dean scoffed. “He’s outsmarting the government, and—”
“Same brother who launched his investment firm just this morning?” The interrogator raised his brows.
“What!” Dean and Kelly shot up from their chairs at the same time.
And as if planned, Tobias came out of the second department with wounded Jude by his left side and two other Odds by his right side.
They came to bail Jude, actually.
“Tobias?” Dean said unbelievably.
“What the fûck is Tobias doing here?” Kelly asked.
“His staff got arrested for police harassment last night, and he’s here to bail him as you can see.” The interrogator informed them.
“No! Y’all can’t see?” Dean shouted. “He’s behind all of these, I swear with my life. I swear!!!”
“You have to do something, Tobias is a snake who’d slither anywhere to do his job!” It’s him!” Kelly added.
Tobias’s eyes met with Dean’s through the partition glass, and Tobias cursed Dean with a really dark smirk which nearly split Dean in two.
“Bastard!!!” Dean yelled, wanting to smash the glass, but he was pulled back and held down.
Outside, Tobias entered the same car with Jude while the other Odds entered the second car.
“Thanks for bailing me out, Firstie.” Jude talked with difficulty, his split lips looking heavy.
“No, don’t do that…” Tobias told him. “I sent you on a job, and you did it perfectly, J. It’s my duty to take you out of the trap I sent you to.”
“I’d do anything, trust me.” Jude smiled like he just achieved a degree.
“Go home, and get your facial wounds treated.” Tobias lit a cigar, taking a slow minty drag.
“Is the plan with the Whitehouse in place though?” Jude asked.
“I’m gonna be visiting the Whitehouse tommorow. I have a feeling things would go south, and I need to make my move.” Tobias said.
Jude nodded.
He left the car and joined the other Odds car which drove off immediately.
Tobias swallowed Xanax pills again before taking his phone, checking out his voicemails.
There’s a new one, and when he saw who it’s from, his thumb clicked it instinctively.
“I miss you too, Tobias.”
That was her voice.
Unmistakable.
He grabbed the steering like it’d disappear if he grabbed any later.
The speed he drove off with?
Lethal.
—
[The District]
The district reconstruction process started today, and the view is catastrophic.
So many houses are down already. Houses of powerless civilians are being destroyed.
Redd Holdings is in charge of the reconstruction, and Marley could be seen inside one of the cars lining the road. The man stayed behind his tinted glass, directing the destruction of the buildings without pity.
He was able to get this massive district after constantly getting double-crossed by Tobias, so he’s doing this with the frustrations that had been penting up since long.
Civilians could be seen crying out, screaming, wailing for the loss of their homes, but Marley wouldn’t care less. They’re spineless anyways.
He already bought this whole district.
And when the bulldozers got to the next building, he smiled behind his glass, cos that building is Uncle Will’s Foster Home.
Kindred Foster Home.
“Feels good to watch this…” Marley grinned evilly as the orphans ran out of the building into the streets.
The slow ones among the kids were destroyed along with the building.
Marley picked the incoming call he got from Genevieve.
“How’s the reconstruction going?” Genevieve asked curiously.
“The bulldozers just got to the Foster Home of their Uncle. I haven’t seen a better scene all my life, Gene.” He laughed satisfactorily.
“Oh, cool…” Genevieve chuckled. “I’ll bring you a better news soon, cos I just contacted people to go play with Saint St. Graves tonight.”
“I’m waiting for the news…” Marley laughed louder, glasses fogging.
—
[10AM – A New Building]
Seraphina and Allison were already coming out of the building together with the owner, and by the tone of their discussion, it’s obvious Seraphina likes the building a lot.
“You won’t find any other building as profitable as this in this area…” The owner sweet-talked. “It’s in an open street, and for someone like you who’s a popular crocheter figure, it’s a bonus for your customers to locate your brand building fast.”
Seraphina blinked under her disguise. She took off the nose mask and hat and big black shades.
“You recognized me even with my thick disguises?” She blinked.
“Your curves, Miss. No other person has exactly this type in this city.” The woman smiled kindly.
Allison bursted into laughter.
“I know, of course…” She winked at the woman.
“You’re my enemy at this point, Allison.” Seraphina muttered.
“C’mon!” Allison held her fondly.
“By the way,” Seraphina resumed the talk. “I’ll only be needing this building for two or three months, till my own brand building construction will be over.” She said.
“I understand,” the owner nodded. “No matter how short your stay is, I’m the lucky one.”
“I’ll handle the payment, and the contract should be send over mail.” Allison mentioned.
“Of course, Miss.” The owner smiled.
“Allison?” A familiar voice popped up from nowhere.
Both ladies turned, and when they saw Acosta, Allison blinked.
“Acosta?”
“Hey, Acosta.” Seraphina smiled.
“It’s been a long while, celebrity.” Acosta gave her a side hug.
“I know, right?” Seraphina smiled. “How’s Peach doing?”
“She’s fine, and thanks for asking about her.” Acosta smiled warmly. “Why aren’t you with bodyguards though? It’s dangerous to walk alone with your new status.”
“I’m working on it.” Seraphina nodded, returning her shades to her eyes. “Trust me, I’m already tired of the crowd everywhere too.”
“Well, work faster…” Acosta advised.
“Thank you, Acosta.” Seraphina smiled again, patting Allison.
“I’ll call you later, Rasheeda.”
Allison gave her the middle finger, and Seraphina laughed as she rushed to her car and jumped in.
She pulled her phone when it made a buzz. It’s a message.
Sugar Daddy: I like the bra collections in your closet.
She read again, blinking, then she dropped the phone and drove crazily out of the area.
“You told her?” Acosta laughed.
“Of course! I tell my best friend everything including the fact that you called me Rasheeda!” Allison rolled eyes, arms folded like a brat.
Acosta sighed.
“Came here to get breakfast at the side restaurant, didn’t know I’d meet you here. I swear I’m not stalking you.” He explained.
Allison rolled eyes again.
“Fine,” he nodded. “What do you want? I’ll do anything…to apologize for calling you Rasheeda.”
“What are you gonna eat at the restaurant?” She asked.
“Pasta,” he shrugged.
“I wanna have that too,” she mimicked her shrug, leading the way.
Acosta stayed there, watching her with a little smile.
She felt his absence and turned around, glaring.
“Acosta!”
He got out of his daydream and followed her fast, walking right beside her. They went into the restaurant to get breakfast, and they decided they’d eat in Allison’s car.
Five minutes later, they emerged with their takeouts, and as they walked towards Allison’s car, they occasionally stole glances at each other.
Across the tar, Kimmy’s car sat, and inside it, she looked like a raging cat as she watched the ongoing.
She was tasked with clearing Allison off before, but now with what she’s witnessing, she doesn’t need that reason to clear her anymore.
She’s talking to Acosta?
They’re even getting breakfast together? The hell?
“Allison Hart,,,,” Kimmy grabbed her steering, turning the wheel with the intention of running Allison over with the car and kill her flat, but she couldn’t move the car across.
She was blocked by a lady in all black who suddenly appeared in from of her car, looking like a voodoo doll.
Kimmy quickly stepped on the brakes, eyes spitting flames.
“Who the fûck are you? Get off my way!” She spat, writhing.
Yalda gave her a downturned smile, and Kimmy’s glare disappeared.
Something isn’t right!
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[Seraphina’s Mansion]
Seraphina barely got the car into park before she rushed out of it.
The driver’s door remained hanging open behind her, forgotten.
She had left the front door unlocked on purpose this morning in case he came again, so when she found it standing open, she wasn’t surprised.
She was relieved.
She flew through the house, her heels hammering against the polished floor with frantic, uneven strikes, each step echoing through the silent mansion. She didn’t bother slowing down. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t think.
Just him.
She shoved her bedroom door open, but she met emptiness.
Her pulse boiled.
For one terrifying second, she wondered if she had imagined the voicemail she received, but then she remembered.
The bra.
He mentioned her bra, and every single one of her bra collections are inside her closet.
She spun around and hurried towards the closest. This time, she slowed at the door.
Her trembling fingers wrapped around the handle as she eased it open, and there he was.
He stood before her lingerie drawer, his broad back as attractive as she remembered, and his impossible height making the expensive closet feel small around him.
The world stopped, because her heart didn’t merely race. It drummed.
Each beat slammed violently against her ribs until breathing became an impossible task. She pressed a hand against her chest, trying to calm herself before she blacked out.
It was useless.
Not with him here, and his scent corroded her head.
The addictive oud.
As if he sensed her, Tobias turned slowly, and those impossible blue eyes found hers.
The universe narrowed into that single gaze.
God.
She hadn’t lied. She had missed those eyes. She missed him.
Missed him so violently.
A boyish smile that’s devastating and painfully beautiful stretched across his face as he walked toward her.
She couldn’t remember watching him cross the distance, cos in one blink, he was standing in front of her.
His hands rose with astonishing gentleness, cupping her small face delicately as if too much pressure would shatter her into pieces.
He exhaled a broken breath.
“Fuck…” he whispered, his thumbs stroking slow circles over her soft cheeks. “I missed this little face so damn much, damn much.”
His forehead rested against hers.
“I didn’t see it for fifty hours… twenty-four minutes… and two seconds.” He whispered breathlessly.
“You counted?” she breathed, emotion strangling every word.
“I counted everything.” His voice went lower. “When you were gone, every second become loud, Sera. I heard every damn one of them.”
She closed her eyes.
“I need you in every second for any of them to mean something.” He continued, letting out a fractured laugh “You’ve got no idea how many Xanax I swallowed just trying to survive last night.”
Seraphina immediately pressed her palm against his chest, concern etching into her face.
“Are you sick?” She asked.
He smiled without humor. “I don’t get sick, but anxiety? I think you finally gave me that.”
She looked into those blue eyes, searching for the joke, but there wasn’t one.
“You’re the only person who has ever made me feel this strange stuff. Congratulations, Seraphina, You’re ruining me.”
He caressed her neck with his nose bridge, inhaling her, sniffing her in.
Her maddening pomelo.
“I am?” Her breathings loudened so much, making the question come out almost inaudible.
“That’s why this whole ridiculous deal has to end.” He pulled back a bit.
Her heartbeat skipped. “What?”
“No deal, but I’ll spoil you properly, worship endlessly on your altar.” He continued. “Let’s commit new sins. You’re worth every sin.”
Seraphina smiled so beautifully wide her lips almost tore apart.
“So… Will you be my boy toy?” She chuckled slowly, heartily.
“I’ll be whatever the fuck you want, and wherever you want, baby.” He replied almost immediately, thumb tracing her jaw.
“Anything,” his voice lowered. “Anywhere, and any version of me you choose.”
Seraphina stared deep into his eyes again. The hunger inside them was raw, unhinged and catastrophic.
It’s the kind of need capable of burning kingdoms to ash.
She felt every ounce of it, and God help her, she loved the way it tasted.
“Kiss me, Sera.” His words burned as they hit her ear shells.
“Kiss my mouth. Kiss me like you still hate me. Kiss the fûck out of me.”
Seraphina swallowed, her own breathing become just as ragged.
“Say you missed me again.” Her voice trembled a little. “I wanna hear it again.”
“I missed you.” His whisper scraped against her heart.
“Again.”
“I missed you.”
“Again, Tobias.”
He searched her face as though committing every detail to memory.
“I missed you…” His forehead brushed hers once more. “Baby.”
A broken sound escaped her lips. “Oh, Daddy…”
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She caught the front of his shirt in both her fists and pulled him down until no space remained between them, closing the distance.
She smashed her lips on his irresistible mouth.
Tobias’s hands immediately carried her fat ass behind her, wrapping his arms around the flesh.
TBC.
