THE VOW OF PROTECTION

CHAPTER 8

Vince slowly got up from his bed, but he felt his hand keep going back to his groin area; he took a deep breath and started to button his shirt; his hair was messy; he ran his hand over the zipper of his pants roughly, he shook his legs with pressure.

He was well aware of his impulsive urges. His breaths were ragged. He tamed down AC temperature; his hand was massaging his neck, restlessly, digging into his flesh.

"The hell Vince she is a kid"

Vince growled scolding himself but right now his fingers were twitching he wanted to feel the texture of Freya's body under his fingertips, he arched his back and bent down to his knees both of his hands were clutching his knees his legs were opening and closing... he could feel how tight his pants are

He felt his body temperature rising; he headed out of his room and went toward the pool in the backyard with his reluctant feet, which were dying to go towards Freya's bedroom.

He forced himself and went into the backyard and without thinking twice he jumped into the pool which was outside of Mr. Anderson's study room the coldness of the water was freezing his body his face instantly turned red he could finally feel some ease in his body but he still his and were kept running and touching his body

Meanwhile, Mr Anderson was sitting on his armchair in his study room rubbing his temples, the line on his face was visible his free hand was tapping the armrest aggressively, he suddenly stood up and hit the table ahead of him with his foot

"Who's that goddam motherfucker who is standing against me"

Mr Anderson spoke out his voice was as loud as a thunderstorm the intensity and heaviness were flashing in his voice his fists were clenching and unclenching, Mr Anderson closed his eyes

How can someone just change the whole deal at the end moment... Mr Anderson was fuming in anger. He was pacing in his room here and there. He tilted his head back, thinking hard about how his new dealing partner called off the deal at the end moment of loading; he picked up his phone and dialled a number...

As he spoke on the phone his anger reached different levels his knuckles were turning white his forearm veins were popping out his fingers were gripping the phone tightly

"Find it out, Felix"

He yelled loudly till his voice started to break his nostrils were flaring his anger reaching a new limit knowing someone from their men was sharing the confidential information with others, Mr Anderson hung up the call and threw his phone away in anger

He hit his hand on the table almost cracking it, he was feeling unbearably furious, he couldn't care less but wanted to release his anger he pulled out the cigarette from the drawer and lit it and after a few seconds he exhaled a puff

"Goddamit, that bitch is lucky today..."

Vince was hearing it from outside his lip curled up in a smirk

"Felix Felix Felix You are not a friend of Mr Anderson but a termite that eats away the very wood it resides in"

Vince was momentarily distracted from Freya and his impulsive urges and focused on the faint smell of betrayal spread in the air of Anderson's mansion