Chapter 3 DO THE PAST HAUNT

Linda shoved into someone

She was about to stumble when the man's hands prevented her from collapsing.

The familiar cologne sniffed into her nostrils.

She lurched back and stared at his familiar face. His crimson eyes reminded her of her past.

"Asher!" She blurted.

"See who we have here. You just ran away from me. All I heard was that you have married some billionaire." he smirked mysteriously

"Skip the yore! I am not the Linda you once comprehended," she confessed as she struggled to be bold. She stepped away from him, her body dripping of sweat and fear.

Slowly, Asher clapped his hand mysteriously, showing off his teeth, pacing in front of her and laughing. His ugly face turned more ugly. There were scars over his face, hidden by a blue facecap.

"I can detect that you are no more than an intimidating baby girl. You are now upscale. Every time I observed your face on the TV, I said to myself, this little girl has grown up rapidly... But one thing is that nothing will ever snatch you away from me. You will remain my babe girl... forever," he said as he clasped her to the wall, pinning her with his body.

"I missed you so badly," he whispered into her right ear as he bit her.

"Ouch! Leave me!" Linda wailed, struggling to free herself. But he was so dominant. His lips licked her ear roughly.

Suddenly, he halted and then attempted to kiss her directly on her lip, but she winced it. However, he kissed her neck instead.

His hand released a hard hit against her cheek and she groaned in pain. He thrusted his tongue into her open mouth. so her outcries wouldn't be heard.

She shut her mouth irritatedly and spat saliva into his mouth just as he forced his tongue into her open mouth.

He tasted her saliva then booted her by her stomach, making her wailed more. Blood surged out from her mouth.

He thrusted his tongue further into her throat, making her sunken her mouth for him.

As he deepened the kiss, she shut her eyes, wishing she could have the strength to kill him. He was her past, a past she ran away from and she did fear that her past could come back to haunt her.

He moved his hands over to her boobs, wrigglibg both steady, making her moaned. A smile flashed over his face. He knew that he knew how to handle her and make her moan. He cowered her body with his body so that there was no breath between them.

After so much of mouth salivating, he extracted his lip from her.

"Woah! Your mouth still taste the same. Still the sweet eighteen I once tasted. How I have missed all this?" he said, smirking wickedly.

Linda loosened her eyes to see a guy lifting a shaft up over Asher's head.

He whacked his head. He crumpled to the ground as blood surged from his head.

Asher groaned in pain while the guy yanked Linda away from him.

"Why force her, when she doesn't want to?" the new guy said, disgusting.

"Are you not the fella from the gent, you will pay for this!" Asher yelled. He searched for his rifle over his trouser but found none.

The guy laughed. He pulled out Asher's rifle from his own pocket.

"Is this not the rifle you are searching for?" the guy asked, smirking.

Asher grinned wickedly at the guy.

"How do you get that? You... Your face looks familiar, " Asher said, striving to recollect.

"Asher, I know you very well. Next time you ever strike Linda's path, count yourself dead!" the guy threatened. His eyes sparked crimson red.

Then he left, ushering Linda back to the bar. Her friends had been fussing about her returning.

The guy moved to his table after ushering Linda to her table.

The expression on her friends' faces reflected that they comprehended who he was.

Linda slumped down on her seat. Her friends observed the blood by the corner of her mouth.

"Linda , what resulted in blood on your mouth?" Sofia asserted.

"It is nothing," Linda snapped as she tried to remain steady.

Catching sight of Asher after two years was provoking a past memory which she had preferred to forget forever.

"Linda, you are acting weird, you left for the ladies to scour off the mess the barman did to your gown and you came back without rinsing the mess. Even your face were swallowing... tell us what went wrong." Florence asked anxiously.

"I am okay, I will let you know at the right time," Linda said as she swiveled around to peep at the guy who salvaged her. But his table was unoccupied. He and his assistant had left.

"Linda, a reasonable explanation please. We know we are the only one you got after your husband's death. We had vowed to strut by you," Diane assured her.

"Asher was here!" Linda said amidst tears.

"Asher!" they shrieked stunned in unison.

"Let's understand this, we can't discuss this here. Let's move to my suite. And Linda, you will confide in us how Asher gets here and how you and the prince met and came out together, right?" Sofia asked and everyone agreed.

"Her bruise?" Florence asked.

"No query, I have a first aid kit in my car," Sofia replied.

They guided Linda to Sofia's suite and Sofia pertained the first aid to Linda's injury.

Moment later, they all sat down waiting for Linda to enunciate.

"You all know about Asher and me?" Linda began and they all nodded.

She confided to them what transpired and at the end they were bubbled with outrage.

"I have advised you to let plop that criminal into bars where he belongs,* Pauline spurned in outrage.

"And the Prince salvaged you? Woah, it is romantic just like in movies!" Diane said amusingly

"It is true, the Prince may have some feelings for you. I learnt that he refused to marry the lady the king chose for him. He explained that he had already seen someone he wished to marry," Matthias declared.

"Although the prince is charming, there is much turmoil surrounding the royal families," Florence churned, shrugging her shoulders.

"Linda, we will make it inevitable that Asher goes behind bars," Pauline assured.

"Can I order anything for you?" Sofia asked everyone.

"Yes!" Pauline said, stretching up her hand.

"Miss foodie, persist until you are fatter than a rock," Diana said, grinning wickedly.

"Not everyone is like you. Don't eat and someone will slice you into two," Pauline refuted in a mockery.

The others laughed not minding Linda was nervous.

When Linda drove home it was almost midnight.

Her maids had fretted, waiting for her.

Immediately, she drove in, they approached to welcome her.

They heated her bath and prepared her favorite food.

She was just dwelling like a queen without picking a needle.

The maids were those she pulled from the street.

They had equipped under the sweet twenty club.

All of them had graduated with recommendations.

Some had decided to go back to school. While some concluded that they woukd survive with their works.

The club had supported millions of ladies.

Some didn't possess families and desired accommodations and were provided for.

Linda laid In the bed. The reflection of what transpired at the bar appeared back to her.

What was Asher doing in a billionaire's bar?

Asher she remembered wasn't that comfortable in cash.

Did he come in with a rich lady?

No, she was sure that in the bar, she and her friends were the only females. Not even female workers

Her phone buzzed. She was bewildered.

She examined the caller.

"PAT!" she examined an official name on her screen.

Who could have contacted her by this time with a name PAT? She marveled.