Where It Leads

Chapter Eleven

When lunch had come to an end, they had gathered in the living room chatting. Icemax couldn't help but notice how the young man stares at Peace intensely. He is aware of the young man's personality, and his success but, he is curious to see that in real life, the young billionaire appears to be quite simple. However, he believes that Peace is unaware of who she is with, because if she is, his wife would have known. The girl opens up to her aunt about herself. And the said person hasn't disclosed it. Why?

If the kind of vehicle parked outside is any indication, he would conclude that the young man is whipped by Peace but has to keep his identity hidden from her for an honourable reason. He doesn't blame the young man, girls nowadays can pretend and do anything for fame and power. He would like to witness Peace's reaction when she finds out that Philip owns the company that just got her hired.

It wasn't long before their visitors had to go, they exchanged their goodbyes as they make their way to the door, he draws Philip back separating him from the group of females.

"tell her "

Phillip was speechless but not surprised, he has seen from the man's face that he recognised him on sight but chose to keep mute about it. He surely has respect for privacy, he is also aware that the man is smart and wise. He noticed his eyes following his actions as if trying to read him like a book.

Phillip couldn't help but feel that the man isn't just referring to his identity but his feelings too.
Nodding
"I will"

"please treat her right, she deserves to be happy"

Philip smiles catching the meaning and reminding himself that this is the second time someone has hinted about her previous breakup.

"And, she might be my wife's niece but if you hurt her and I get to know. You would hear from me, status and all won't get in my way."

"yes sir"

NEXT DAY

Philip has his hands shoved into his pockets as he watch Peace with interest while she dress up uncomfortably. He has refused to turn away from her as she has requested leaving her no option than to get dressed. The females that he lays with would always want to dress up before him flaunting their assets to give him some show and he has never found it a turn on. He would pay them no mind busying himself with his phone or something, resisting the urge to tell some of them to get on with their clothes already yet here he is, watching the one who has asked him to turn away.
He is smiling sheepishly, and he keeps wondering why her shy self surfaces at times yet he finds it fascinating and amusing at the same time. The young lady looks very innocent on the outside and calm but she can blaze like fire and quite bold when it comes to the intimacy they share yet she is uncomfortable at the moment dressing up before him and grumbling about him being a pervert with her back turned to him. He moisturises his lower lip with his tongue when she keeps wiggling her waist and wears her jean. When she eventually turn around clad in her high waisted Blue rugged jean and red crop top with her braided hair packed up in a pony, she watched him take few steps closer to stand an inch apart from her. Thinking he was going to kiss her, she shuts her eyes only to feel his hands on her hair, removing the hair band to let her braids fall loose. Eyes shot open seeing him giggling,

"thought I was going to kiss you?" as he smiles widely

Smacking his hands off her shoulder "tease"

"you should have just asked for a kiss and it shall be given unto you. Hmmm" holding her waist to bring her close to him.

"fool. Don't be so full of yourself. You don't even kiss so well"

"oh come on," his hand moves down to her ass and brings her even closer leaving no space between them.

"don't deny it babe, I know the effect my kiss has on you. You could barely keep up on your feet without my support."