Kalani had always thought that she was saucy and she could do absolutely anything and get away with it. She went with this mentality to a business appointment with one of the most influential English bachelors of all times. It was safe to say that K...
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Multiple camera lights flashed at me as I stepped down from my pink Bugatti, something a lot of people were never going to be able to afford, Kalani Monroe specifically. Solely saying her name just made me want to locate her wherever she was and strangle her to death. Fucking daughter of a bitch.
I held my left hand up in the air to stop my bodyguards from following me. I hated the way they were walking behind me like they wanted to know what I was about to do. It was a fact that I paid them to protect me, but my current destination was none of their fucking business.
"But Miss Calabasas. You--" Benson, one out of the two guards that was with me was about to object when I cut him.
"Benson, fucking stay back. I'll be with the both of you when I dim fit." I replied, pulling the cap of my hoodie to cover my head, before I continued walking away.
The paparazzi kept following me as I walked, I guess we were both going to play the game of 'who was going to quit first.' And that was definitely not going to be me.
It had been over five minutes since I'd walked away and I hadn't stopped moving . Although, the bastards that were flashing cameras at me had reduced, but there were still some stubborn ones that needed to be taught a lesson. The life of a celebrity was definitely a hard one, talking more of being the daughter and heir to one of the richest men in England. It was among the hardest of things.
I was about to cross over on the highway when I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I scrolled through my contacts and clicked on a number.
"Are you there now?" I asked, frankly. There was no time for pleasantries.
"I've been here since. How long do you think it'll take you?" The person replied, his deep voice sending chills down my spine.
"I'll be there in less than thirty minutes. I'm currently crossing over."
"That's great, I'll see you soon." He said and I ended the call immediately.
Shit was about to get pretty intense.
Once I crossed over, I got into a deserted street ane continued walking. My destination wasn't that far away any longer. After about fifteen minutes of strolling, my destination finally came to sight.
I walked towards the motel down the street, my hands in the pocket of my hoodie and my cap covering majority of my face. It was necessary that nobody saw me. I doubted if anyone was even going to recognize me on the street since the major part of it was deserted.
There was literally no car in the compound. I wasn't shocked actually, motels like that were for lowlifes and church rats, but I wanted to get this shit done on time and so I had to visit the motel.
Once I got into the building, I found a lady by a wooden counter with a bottle of bear. There were three other men with her. I honestly didn't think it'll be okay to walk up to her so I dipped my hand back into the pocket of my hoodie and brought out my phone again.
