Facade

Chapter 51

Helen's pov

"Any progress?" I asked immediately I heard the sound of the door opening. I was enjoying the amazing view in my new office. Though my back was turned to the door, I knew who had walked in. Not just the scent of his cologne, but the aura that came along with his presence. I heard the scrapping of a chair and guessed my guest decided to make himself comfortable. I waited for a reply but was met with silence. I frowned and turned my chair around to face him. What I saw made my blood boil. There he was leaning on the chair with his ankles crossed on my table. His eyes were closed and his serene expression screamed bored. Though I was pissed at him, I couldn't help but admire God's creation. Damn he was fine. Thick eyelashes, plump pink lips, sculpted cheekbones and I can bet his dick will be thick and long. Thinking about it sent moisture down between my legs. Fine! He's a lot younger than me, probably the same age with my daughter Karen but it doesn't matter. Infact his youthful look just adds to the appeal. I'd totally bang him. My partner and I have been going at it like rabbits. Though it should be enough to keep me satisfied, a woman needs a dick once in a while. Being bisexual has taught me a lot of things. I get to explore sex in different ways. From making love to downright fucking to kinky ass fucking, I've done it all and boy did they feel good.
"Done checking me out?" an annoying voice interrupted my dirty thoughts. I rolled my eyes at him trying to ignore the fact I was caught staring. What did you expect me to do? Profess my undying love for him and live happily ever after? That's just in fairytale. The real world is a lot meaner. But one can dream. Everyone needs a healthy dose of reality check from time to time. Life isn't as easy as it seems.
"Any progress?" I repeated just to break the awkward silence. He arched a brow as if to say i-can-see-through-your-facade. Frankly speaking, anyone could see through that. If there was one thing I was known for, it's that I never repeat myself. Oh well, it's probably the stress. "What stress?" my subconscious asked. I honestly don't know the answer to that but I'm sticking with my excuse. Probably bored of my presence, He sat up on his chair. I let my eyes roam over those bulging muscles. Damn! I'd like to get my tongue on those. I shook my head and forced myself to focus on the current issue.
"Ready to give me an answer now? You know I hate repeating myself" I asked, my tone disgruntled. He arched a brow at me.
"Just like I hate older women eye fucking me?" He snapped. I was totally guilty of the accusation but there was no way I'd admit it.
"Please! You're probably the same age with my daughter" I scoffed. I tried to make my voice sound nonchalant and confident but from look on his face, I failed. His expression changed swiftly from boredom to anger.
"Then I suggest you keep that in mind" He snapped in reply. How dare he speak to me in that tone of voice? My desire swerved swiftly to anger. I glared at him with malice.
"It'll be best if you remember whom you're speaking to" I suggested, my voice acerbic. Desire or not, I would not be disrespected in my own turf. I relaxed into my chair with a sly smile awaiting the apology. To my surprise, drew scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah right" He murmured. Though it was very low and obviously not intended for me to hear, I felt insulted. If it were up to me, I'd blown his brains out and ignored my raging lust. But I couldn't. The bastard was under my partner's protection. Hurting him will be like declaring war on my partner. Lovers or not, I have no intention of pissing her off. Apart from that, I needed him. He plays a vital role in my plans. I knew that and he knew it too. I clenched my teeth and breathe through my teeth to calm myself. When I figured I was calm enough, i plastered my face with a cold expression.
"Enough of all these, answer my question" I snapped. The look on my face would have crippled an ordinary man. But he wasn't an ordinary man, he was a cold blooded killer.
"What question?" he smirked at me. He was playing me and enjoyed my discomfort. I could practically feel the steam pouring out my eyes. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to goad me into making a move against him. He knew if I did, I'd be in trouble with my partner. Too bad. I'm smarter than that. Two can play this game.
"You know the question drew. Now quit beating around the bush and go straight to the point" I replied with a soft smile on my face. Drew frowned at the smile but otherwise made no comment on it. Good. He's beginning to use his brain. Just because I can't lay a finger on him does not mean I can't arrange for someone else to. He sighed and murmured the words I've been waiting to hear. Though it was very low, I heard him perfectly and felt the thrill his reply sent through me.
"I made contact with the target today"

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Damian's pov

"How long do you think we have to wait?" Carlisle asked me. We were sitting at the dining table eating dinner while discussing our plans to take down Helen. Felix was supposed to be here but no one has seen him since he left. If it were someone else, I'd be worried thinking Helen finally got to him. But Felix, the nigga can take care of himself. I mulled over the question for a couple of seconds. I weighed every possible answer and decided to be vague.
"As long as it takes" I replied cryptically and rolled a bite of my steak. Carlisle wiped his mouth with his napkin and turned to me.
"And what do we do while we wait? Discuss politics?" He asked sarcastically. I smiled at the thought. My eyes flicked over to the door and I saw Mia creeping silently towards Carlisle. She motioned for me to be quiet and walked to stand behind Carlisle. Mia covered his eyes with her hands.
"Guess who?" She asked in a gruff voice. I think she was trying to sound threatening but only managed to be cuter. (is cuter a word?)
I watched Carlisle's face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. His smile was instant and blinding. There's only one conclusion to this. He is whipped. Mia has him wrapped around her finger already and they just fucking met. Who knows what will happen in years to come. She could probably get him to wear a pink tutu. Yuck! That image did not sit well with me at all. I watched Carlisle tease Mia trying to guess who it was. Of course he knew who it was but he loved indulging her. And I could tell from the look on Mia's face, she's equally crazy about him. I stood up and left the dining room with a smile on my face. Neither party acknowledged my exit. They were busy sucking each others faces. I'm happy for them but they should please use protection. I can't be an uncle with all these shit going on.

Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I'm really sorry for the delay. Things have been pretty hectic. From tests to assignment, it's been like a whirlwind. I hope you guys haven't lost interest in the story. I'll try to update as frequently as possible. Leave a comment 😘