Chapter 10 I'll stop at nothing to eliminate them.

I'll stop at nothing to eliminate them

CHAPTER 10

"Were you behind me all this while?" she asked, her face washed with embarrassment. Malvern ignored her question.

"Thanks for waiting; hope I'm not late?" He extended his hands to hold hers, but she moved backward. "Don't touch me!" she slammed.

He beamed slightly. "Okay, I'm not touching you. Let's leave the front of the Mall." He asked.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. If I should leave here, then I'm going to my house!" she slammed.

His countenance changed to a sad one. "Thought we decided to clear ourselves tonight. Why are you suddenly telling me off?"

She glared angrily."Listen, there's no indifference between us, which means there's nothing to clear off. So, please stay off me, stay really far away," she slammed, turning to leave.

"So... you don't want to actually have anything to do with me? Do you hate me that much?" he asked.

She halted, then turned around. "Yes... I do. I so much hate you. I try to get your annoying face out of my head, but you keep popping up, and it scares the hell out of me!" she erupted.

Malvern felt a sharp pain directly to his heart, cutting deep and into his soul. "So, you don't really want me out?" he asked softly.

She glared angrily at him. "Open your eyes... read the handwriting on the wall and read my lips!" she lashed out, storming off.

As she turned to leave, still ranting angrily to herself, she didn't notice the bicycle speeding towards her. Her eyes were blurred with anger, and her mind was consumed by the intense heat she had just unleashed.

Malvern, however, saw the bicycle approaching and opened his mouth to warn her, but it was too late. "Wyn... watch out!" The bicycle slammed into her, sending her tumbling to the ground.

Time seemed to slow down as Malvern watched in horror, his heart racing with fear. He sprinted towards her, his legs pumping furiously as he called out her name. "Wynter! Wynter!" He dropped to his knees beside her, gently turning her over to assess the damage. Her eyes were closed, and her face was pale, but she was breathing.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently. She fondled his shirt as her pain caused spins in her head. "My ankle... I think I broke it!" she gasped in pain. Malvern's hands trembled as he carefully examined her ankle. It wasn't broken, neither was it twisted; it was just a sprain.

"It's not broken, Wyn... it's just a sprain," he explained, trying to calm her nerves.

"It hurts; it hurts like hell. Are you sure it's not twisted?" she asked, breathing heavily.

"No... it's just a sprain. Let's go to the hospital," he suggested.

Her eyes widened in horror. "No, no... don't take me to the hospital. I don't want to go to the hospital," she begged, tapping him away.

Malvern was lost and caught up. "Why is she so dramatic about going to the hospital?" he wondered.

He turned around, bending towards her. "Come on," he urged.

Wynter couldn't accept her heart. "What? Do you want to carry me on your back?" she asked, surprised. She was surprised that after all the insults and shade she had thrown at him, he still cared so much about her.

Slowly, she squatted up and climbed onto his back, holding him tightly as he stood up.

"Are you good now?" he asked.

"Yeah... I'm good," she muttered.

•

A mischievous smile curved his lips when he noticed her tone had changed from the aggressive Wynter to the calm one. But surprisingly enough, he preferred the furious Wynter.

"It's that way to the bus stop," she pointed to the opposite side of the road.

"There are too many people there; they're probably going to hurt her ankle more," he mumbled.

"So, are you going to carry me on your back to my house? Do you know how far the distance is?" she asked.

He chuckled softly. "I already called for a Bolt driver; it's coming from this way," he replied, walking slowly.

Her eyes widened as she hit his shoulder angrily. "What? Why would you call for a Bolt driver? Do you know how expensive it is?" she asked.

"It's nothing... I'm not that poor," he replied.

She sneered at him secretly. "Don't forget I already know the nature of your job?"

He paused immediately, catching her off guard. "What's that? Why did you stop?"

"It's here... this is the Bolt," he stopped in front of a Lamborghini Huracan.

Wynter's eyes widened in amusement. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah..." He simply replied, and almost immediately, the driver emerged beside him, impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, crisp white blouse, and low-heeled black pumps, walking towards them.

"Sorry I'm late, Sir and Miss... my name's Gray, and I'm here to take you to your desired destination," he offered to help Wynter get down from Malvern's back.

"Thanks," she muttered, and she could swear she didn't fail to notice the professional vibe he was giving off.

As they both settled into the passenger's seat, he started the car immediately.

"What's going on?" Wynter whispered into his ear.

"What's that?" Malvern asked, trying to feign ignorance.

"Why would a Bolt driver dress in suits, and he even drives a Lamborghini Huracan!" she went ballistic.

"Yeah... he's always like that; he's good at what he does," Malvern whispered back.

"Always? Do you know him?" she asked.

"Yeah... we are somehow close; we are more like acquaintances," he replied.

"Are you enjoying your ride, Miss Wynter?" Gray, the driver, suddenly asked.

"Yeah... yes, I am," she stuttered nervously.

"That's good; I'm glad you're fine with it," he replied, still in his professional tone.

Wynter slowly bent her head, took a quick glance at Malvern. "I'm not comfortable," she whispered.

Malvern eyed her, trying to also communicate secretly. "Why?" he asked.

"It feels like I've been kidnapped..." she cried inwardly, biting her lower lip.

Malvern couldn't believe his ears. "Kidnapped? We're already in your street, Wynter; we're about to get to your house," he voiced out.

Wynter looked up, and truly, she realized time had actually passed; they were truly in her street. She hit her head repeatedly. "Gosh... what am I thinking?"

•

"Oh.. please, fuck!"The lady cried painfully as Blord rode into her from behind.

She was on her fours,her ass shot out to him and she found it unbelievable that Blord has been drilling her, tiredlessly for almost half an hour now .

"Stop it please...."She cried contiously ,her flesh were beginning to burn.

A annoyed groaned left his lips,as he yanked her hair from behind, pulling it hard as she gave out another frightening loud scream.

"Argh..."

Yes that what he wants,he want the screams_the ugly ones.

He moved his hand to her neck and gripped it tight, choking her and the lady found herself almost passing out.

His thrusts didn't stop for one second as he was very good at multi-tasking.

"Please....."She whimpered, but Blord seems to have gone deaf.

Suddenly, an incoming call disrupted the tension, causing him to pause momentarily. His pace slowed as he reached for his phone, momentarily releasing his grip on the lady. Seizing the opportunity, she rolled over the bed and hastily gathered her clothes.

"Don't even think about making a sneaky move, or you'll regret it," he snarled, his piercing gaze intensifying.

"Please..." she implored.

Blord disregarded her plea, wrapping a towel around his waist as he answered the call. It was his mother, Bianca.

"Hey, Mom," he said, retrieving a cigarette and holding it between his middle and index fingers.

"When are you going to leave that despicable house, Blord?" Bianca asked, her agitation palpable.

"I've already left. I'm currently at a hotel, and I'll be heading to my place in the morning," he explained, grabbing a lighter from the table.

A brief, mocking laughter escaped Bianca's lips. "So, how's the happy family faring?"

"Actually, he's considering me for the acting CEO position. It seems they trust me," Blord said, a sly grin spreading across his face as he lit the cigarette.

Bianca's tone turned sarcastic. "Wow, that's outrageous! He still doesn't care, does he?"

Blord's expression turned cold. "I couldn't care less about that. What I want is simple: I want everything,I want under my control. And if anyone dares to stand in my way, I won't hesitate to take drastic measures, regardless of who they are – even if it's your husband. I'll stop at nothing to eliminate them."