Chapter 19

I was standing in a white robe drying my hair by the window in my bedroom when I heard the bathroom door open behind me.

He had gathered his clothes in one hand and was standing there in a similar white robe as mine.

“I'll leave. Goodnight,” he said, turning his back on me.

“Goodnight,” I dumbly replied, as I saw him pass the threshold of my bedroom door.

After Luke was gone, I moved out with my things to another bedroom.

And supposedly, this bedroom was in the same corridor as him. Just on opposite ends of it.

It gave us some privacy to sneak in and out of each other's rooms.

Frankly speaking, if he had slept in my room for the night, no one would have known.

But both of us didn't want that.

I felt that it would make things somewhat personal and complicated, and this should be anything but that.

So when he left the room, I didn't stop him.


I pulled off the robe from my body after I locked the door and pulled on my pajamas.

I was done feeling sexy for the day.

Now I just wanted to get on my bed, get all comfy, and sleep.

Especially considering the way he tired me out in the bathroom.

my back was hurting from how much it was pushen against the glass and tiled walls.

We were almost inside for an hour.

And if it wasn't a workday tomorrow, we would be going at it all night.

Not that I mind.



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**Jason**


She was enchanting.


And I was becoming enchanted by her.


Every minute that I spent in her presence, I agree most of it was just pleasuring one another, but still, it was making me crave more of her.


That night, when I saw her in the club while that asshole was trying to assault her, a strange feeling of rage entered me.


A wrath I had never known.


A rage stronger than what I felt for this family.


And that scared me.


Being enchanted by someone was something I could not afford to do, especially if they were a part of a plan.


Things between us were purely business, she was getting her revenge on Luke and I was getting what I wanted.


She only knew I was so bent on having an affair with her because of that one night, and while a part of it was true, it wasn't my primary intention.


And she was better off not knowing about my goals.


At least not until I wanted her to.


I have to make her believe that all of this is nothing more than an exchange of service.


Grabbing my phone from the table, I dialed a number, “Did you get his location?”


The answer from the other side made my lips curve up in a smile.


While Grandpa didn't succeed in finding the precious grandson he loved, I connected him with places he'd never heard of.


Barely four days have passed, and I already learned about Luke's whereabouts.


Now I only have to wait for an opportunity.


His narcissistic nature will prevent him from accepting what's happening to him.


And that would drive him crazy.


And that's exactly what I want.


He is that one focal point that controls everything and everyone around it.


That everything being his family. a move against him, is a move against his family.


My mind whirred with condescending thoughts as I stared out my office's floor-to-ceiling windows down at the busy city.


It’s just a matter of time.


As for Amara, I'll make her crave for me to the point where she'll only want me.



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**Amara**




I looked at my watch, sighing for the nth time.


We were to shop today for the banquet next week and Camille still wasn't here.


Since I didn't know how to drive, she was always the one who drove us around.


And she was supposed to drive us to the boutique as well. But the girl was flat thirty minutes late.


And here I was standing on the front porch of the Mansion. The drivers had asked to take me to my destination so many times already and I was just five minutes away from agreeing to take a ride with them.


My phone rang and I pulled it out to see it was her only.


I picked up the call, “Camille, I swear to God, if you don't come here in five minutes, I'm leaving alone,” I fumed into the phone.


She answered me with a nervous chuckle.


“No, Camille. You are not dumping me!!!”


Another nervous chuckle but this time it was accompanied by a shy giggle as well.


“Camille!!! You're not having sex while I'm waiting on you for this long!!”


I wasn't a noob to not know what was happening on the other side of the phone.


While she might have gone from having one-night stands to a (hopefully) permanent man, her sexual libido was still sky-high.


*“Babe….I'm sorry!”* She whined from the other side, giggling in between.


I didn't want to imagine what was happening.


*“Listen, I'll make it up to you— Archie stop it, it tickles!--- Babe, I swear I was on time, it's just I couldn't resist him in formals,*” she continued in a fake cute voice.


I almost barfed.


*“Okay, listen, why don't you go to the boutique first and I'll find you there in— let's say half an hour?”* she asked.


I contemplated before sighing in resignation, there was nothing I could do about it, or her.


“Fine…just don't be too late!” I reminded her strictly.


We were already running late by a few minutes on the appointment we had with the boutique. Just because we had VIP access didn't mean we shouldn't be punctual.


And I hated tardiness but look what a Best friend it got me.


I hung up the call and called for Edward to drive me to the boutique. He was about to get the car started when a voice stopped him.


“I'll drop her,” Jason said and I turned back to see him walk out to the front porch in a Black business suit.


My eyes trailed up his form until they reached his eyes which were already staring at me from behind his aviators.


“Let's go,” he touched my elbow a bit indicating to step down the stairs.


A driver already parked his Land Rover on the driveway.


I didn't ask any question, there were way too many prying eyes and ears to ask him anything.


After telling him the address I stepped into the car.



As I was putting on my seat belt, I saw a lipstick lying on the floor of his passenger seat.


I picked it up, “I didn't know you were fond of these?” I teased him.


Knowing full well it was only a futile attempt of mine to know who it belonged to.


He casually glanced at it before paying his attention back to the road, “I'm afraid you know my secret now,” he replied in such a serious tone that it made me laugh.


If I asked again he'd know I'm curious about this “lady companion” of his and that is unwanted.


So I put the lipstick in the cup holder and gestured towards the infotainment system, “May I?”


“Please,” He replied way too casually.


I connected my phone and selected a Rock Playlist.


As the songs filled the car I was grateful for it as there would be not too much silence for me to not be able to bear it and ask him some ridiculous question about this “lipstick lady”.


God, I need to put a full stop.


We weren't talking the whole ride.


It was just me humming along to the music and him completely concentrated on driving.


But it was comfortable.


When the car finally pulled up in front of a building, I hit pause and glanced outside.


Frowning when I saw a foreign name instead of the boutique I was supposed to go.


Before I could turn and ask him, he was already on my side, opening my door for me.


But I didn't step out and instead asked him, “Do you have any business here? Because this is not the boutique I was supposed to go to, I think that one's on the 6th lane,” I rambled thinking he was mistaken.


But then a hand on my thigh made me stop.


I looked down at his hand placed on my naked thigh from where my dress had rid up.


*“We are at the correct place, Darling*"