His Entertainer

chapter 34

                WILMERT GRANTS POV.

   The sun rose, painting the room in a soft, warm light. I turned to Ivy, who slept soundly, turned away from me.
Silence hung heavy between us, a stark contrast to the passion of the night before. 
I heard her moans, the name she'd cried out during her climax – Hermann.  I knew he'd been in her head, even before that. I felt it. She wasn't fully with me.  That son of a bitch!  The words burned in my throat.

I splashed water on my face, trying to contain the rage that threatened to consume me. I couldn't blame her entirely. I loved her. It wasn't her fault that that bastard was still in her thoughts. But she was mine now, and I would make her forget him. I swore it.

A text message buzzed on my phone. Luna, my assistant.

Luna: Sir. A lady visited the office yesterday, in your absence. She left her contact info. She said it was urgent.

Me: Drop it off.

I typed lazily, toothbrush still in my mouth.  Probably just another one of those desperate women.

Luna: She said it was about Morgan Silver.

That caught my attention.

Me: Send me her contact information immediately!

Luna: Yes, sir.

I showered quickly.  Soon, Luna sent the contact details. Who could it be? I dressed, meticulously preparing myself.
I was about to leave when I heard Ivy's soft voice.

I turned to her. "Morning, baby," I said, approaching slowly, and kissed her forehead.

"About last night, I—" she began.

"Shh—it's okay," I interrupted gently. "No need to explain. I'll be home early. Take care, sweetheart," I said, kissing her lips. She smiled, and I returned the smile before leaving.

"Morning, Wilmert," Lucia greeted me downstairs.

"Morning, girls," I replied, heading for the stairs.

"Cup of coffee?" Sonia offered.

"As much as I'd love to, I'm short on time. Thank you," I said warmly. She nodded understandingly.

"Take care of her," I told Sonia before leaving.

In the car, I dialed the number, the wait stretching into an eternity. Finally, a voice answered.

"I knew you'd call," a woman's voice purred after a brief pause.

"Who are you?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Someone God sent," she replied.

"I don't play games," I said, my tone cold and hard.

"Neither do I, Mr. Grants." she countered, using my alias. This wasn't a game. I needed to see this woman face-to-face.

"Let's meet in my office at 11:30 sharp," I suggested.

"It's a date, then," she said before hanging up.

I arrived at the office, dealt with a few unruly bussiness partners and held a few meetings before Luna informed me my visitor had arrived.

"Let her in," I instructed, finishing some paperwork.  I heard light footsteps approaching, then she entered my office.

She wore black heels and a formal dress, her hair in a ponytail. Her eyes held an intensity I found captivating.  I'd never seen her before.

"Please, have a seat, Miss…?"

"Tyson. Cora Tyson," she said, sitting down. "And you must be Wilmert Grants himself."  Her smile was formal, almost chilling.

"Tyson? Aren't you allies with the Rodriguez's family? What brings you here?" I asked, my voice tight with tension.

"Correct, but I'm here for our mutual benefit," she said, her eyes unwavering. "I know how much you care for Ivy." She paused, letting the words hang in the air.

"What do you want…?" I interrupted, impatience edging into my voice.

"It's simple. Marry Ivy. Let Hermann Rodriguez lose her," she stated plainly.

"Mh," I frowned. "I guess we both have that problem." I stood to pour her a drink.

"Whiskey?" I offered.

"Gladly," she replied.

"Is Hermann still on her mind?" she asked, turning to me.

"Found out yesterday," I said, handing her a glass.

"That's a bummer," she said, taking a sip.

"Yep," I agreed. "And marriage won't solve it," I added, frowning.

"But hate will," she murmured.

"What?"

"The Invisibles have Morgan Silver, and if rumors are true, you're looking for her with everything you've got," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. I stared at her, stunned.

"How did you know?" I asked, my voice low.

"I've my sources," she answered impressively "So that's where she's hiding, huh?" I smirked. "What's the plan?"

"You make your girlfriend believe her mother is dead," she paused, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light.

"That's done," I confirmed.

"Fantastic move," she clapped. I nodded. "And put the blame on Hermann. Crush her world with him. Tell her he strangled her mother, that her mother paid for her escape," she said, laughing at her own ruthlessness.  I nodded, seeing the potential of the plan.

"What's next?" I asked.

"And I'll bring Morgan Silver right into your jungle, only for her to be your prey," she said, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"I like that," I smiled, the thrill of the hunt coursing through me.

"Then you take your girl away from here, and we're even," she concluded.

"Sounds like a plan, Cora Tyson," I agreed.

"Then cheers to our partnership—Wilmert Grants," she raised her glass, and I mirrored her, our glasses clinking softly, a silent agreement sealed between us.

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