《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
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Being abruptly woken up, by the car halting in front of the Safehouse. I looked at the time; 2 am. My eyes shifted to Harrison, who seemed off when he got out of the car; slamming his door. Thinking of reasons, he is in a mood. He might be tired from the lack of sleep, or he meet a kunt on the road as he was driving.
"Harrison, are you alright?" I spoke, getting out of the car. He didn't answer me. Walking into the estate, Harrison headed to the living room and took a bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet. Before lounging on the sofa with Jack. Why are they here?
Jack was stunned by the sudden flop on the sofa as Harrison popped open the bottle. "Harrison? What is the matter?" I stated. He proceeded to chuck down the bottle as my eyes shifted to a confused Jack.
Rolling my eyes, walking away from him; I was not in the mood to fight with him this early in the morning.
Looked on the ground floor for Christiana; still dark outside. The Grandfather clock struck 3, as Nonno walked into through the front doors. "Morning Nonno. What seems to be the problem?" I spoke. He looked so frightened; in a panicky mood. "Meet me in the boardroom in 10." He spoke rushing in his office direction.
Shocked by the sudden rush of Nonno, Harrison acts strangely and tries to find Christiana. I thought to walk up the stairs to one bedroom to just clear my head so I could think straight.
I walked up the stairs and knocked on one of the guest rooms too much sure no servants were in there; no sound. Opening up the door, Christiana was sleeping in the bed; in a weird sleeping position? Laying on her stomach with her ass in the air and her arms open like a starfish; was the weirdest position that I have ever seen. Yet, looks comfortable.
I giggled to myself as I walk beside her bed. I better go wake up Christiana. "Hey, Christiana. Wakey-wakey." I spoke, poking her. She groaned. "Why are you and Jack here? Shouldn't you guys be in New York?" I asked her.
She gave me a thumbs up from underneath the sheets as I chuckled at her response. "That is not answering my question," Standing up from the bedside. I ripped off the sheets from her body. "Wakey, Wakey, sleeping beauty." I chuckled at her. "Mmm, yeah, yeah. I am coming." She said in a sleepy voice, yawning; getting up.
She looked at her phone and gave me an annoyed look. "What?" I questioned. "It's 3 in the fucking morning, still dark out. What is so important?" She questioned me, rubbing her eyes. "Jack and I were supposed to be in New York, then your grandfather called us to come here. Which we did. Now a am awake from an outstanding dream of killing rapist men." Christiana spoke with such confidence.
