Avenging Love

Chapter Eighteen

Jennifer's POV:

After we finished our work, Daisy was sitting on the couch while I was lying on another couch, lazily flipping through TV channels. I usually don't enjoy TV shows or anything like that, but sometimes they are a good source of entertainment when you have nothing else to do and you're bored. The room was dimly lit, with just the flicker of the TV casting shadows on the walls.

I snatched the packet of chips from Daisy's hand and started eating. The crinkle of the packet and the crunch of the chips broke the otherwise quiet evening. She grabbed a cushion and threw it at me, her face contorted in mock annoyance.

"That is mine," she said, her eyes narrowing playfully.

"It's all about luck. Now it's mine," I replied with a grin, shifting my position slightly to keep the packet out of her reach.

She lunged forward, trying to snatch the packet back, but I hastily moved it away and started laughing. Just then, my phone rang, its loud tone startling us both. I glanced at the screen, and "DEVIL" appeared in bold letters.

"Who's Devil, the one who snatched your expressions away?" Daisy asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Mr. Vinson," I sighed.

"Go, go, answer the Devil," she said with a mischievous smile. "Maybe he's here to take you with him to his world."

"Shut up, Daisy," I said, rolling my eyes as I muted the TV. I took a deep breath, bracing myself, and then picked up the phone to answer Mr. Vinson's call.

As I picked up the call, he cut straight to the chase and said: "Bring that file which I gave you this morning to my home. It's urgent," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. The weight of his request hung heavy in the air.

"At this hour?" I questioned, taken aback by the sudden demand.

"Yes, any problem?" he shot back.

"No, sir," I replied, trying to keep my tone respectful as he abruptly ended the call.

"I have to go to give him the file," I sighed.

"That's the punishment for eating my chips," she teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she dodged the cushion I playfully tossed in her direction.

"You're so mean," I narrowed my eyes playfully.

"At least now I can enjoy my chips," her amusement evident as she reached for the packet.

"Thank you so much," she said with a cheeky grin, popping another chip into her mouth as I headed out.

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As I stood outside the majestic Vinson Mansion, I couldn't help but admire the intricate details of its architecture, the towering pillars, the ornate carvings adorning the entrance, and the sprawling grounds that surrounded it. I approached the imposing door and gave it a firm knock.

The door swung open with a soft creak, revealing the grandeur that lay beyond. Stepping inside, I was greeted by the opulence of the Heavenly Mansion.

Making my way through the luxurious garden, I followed the sound of laughter and the faint echo of a bouncing basketball. Mr. Vinson and Jake engaged in a game of basketball, in a basketball court which was perfectly maintained.

Both men were dressed in vests and shorts. Mr. Vinson, in particular commanded attention with his sleek black attire.

And no matter how hard I tried, my gaze remained fixed on him; his undeniable handsomeness was simply too captivating to ignore, his every movement exuding confidence and charm.

As the tension mounted on the court, Jake's voice echoed through the air, determined and fierce. "It's the last goal, and I won't let you win today!" he shouted.

Standing tall, Mr. Vinson was holding the basketball and shifted his gaze slowly from Jake to me, sending a flurry of butterflies swirling in my stomach. My heart felt like it was bursting out of my chest, and my hair was flying wildly in the wind.

As we stood, locked in each other's gaze, his eyes remained unwaveringly locked onto mine, never once diverting from my sight. While he was looking into my eyes he released the ball towards the hoop.

As he shot, the ball missed its mark. Jake started shouting, "Yes! I won for the first time! I defeated you!" Jake exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.

Mr. Vinson's attention shifted to Jake, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

Following his gaze, when Jake turned around and caught sight of me, a playful grin spread across his face. "Ah-ha, so that's the reason I won," he teased. Mr. Vinson tossed the ball towards Jake, who effortlessly caught it mid-laugh.

Jake headed indoors, leaving Mr. Vinson and me alone on the court. With deliberate steps, Mr. Vinson approached me, his movements graceful yet purposeful. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, accentuating his chiseled features. He exuded an air of confidence.

He extended his hand towards me, silently requesting the file. Completely engrossed in studying his features, I was so captivated by his presence. A subtle smirk adorned his lips as he casually uttered the word "File," his tone laced with amusement. Caught off guard by the sudden sound, I flinched, snapping out of my reverie, I handed the file to him.

After handing him the file, I remained standing, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

He drew his face towards mine, "Wanna stay with me?" his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Caught off guard by his close presence, I felt my words stumble out in a rush, my cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

"I was just... leaving," I managed to stammer, my heart thundering in my chest.

He placed his hand gently on my cheek, and I felt warmth spreading through me. "Then leave before I change my mind," he said softly, my cheeks flushed crimson, my hands trembling as I made my way to the exit.

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Until then....