All Novel Sweet
His Penthouse
JENNY’S POV:
Same day:
“What I would like to know first off, is who are those dumb fools who spoke to the media?” Mrs King spoke while drinking a bottle of water as we were seated at the back seat of the Rolls Royce and the driver in front was driving, taking small glances at us.
“I have no idea.. I really don’t.” I answered dying with frustration. She had just been so annoying and extremely clingy since the launch of Lydia’s book. To be honest, when I saw her this way I couldn’t help but lose all the respect I had for her and she just seemed so pathetic to me. But I had concluded that I had to stand for as long as I can as I have a strong feeling that she just might be helpful in the future.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
“And plus why hasn’t any of my children said a word to me?” She stressed and I internally rolled my eyes at her zoning out as she continued her rants and bants.
“You know what…. you, drive us to the penthouse my son is staying in.” I instantly turned to look at her and the driver obeyed, taking a U-turn.
“What? I mentioned Nathaniel and now you listen to me?” She looked at me through the corner of her eyes and I gave her a fake smile.
“I was listening to you. I’m simply excited and geeked out to see my future husband.” I was genuinely geeked out. Just the thought of Nathaniel excites me, his handsome features, built muscular sexy body and his smile though I barely get to see it.
I had been so stressed out since the day the police arrived at the mansion and invited me for questioning at the station. Though I was uncertain of what they had on me, I decided to just remain calm and unfazed, and just follow them. During the interrogation, I realized it was plainly out of suspicion they brought me in, and I so wanted to laugh at Lydia’s facial expression as she looked like she was about to cry when I walked out of the room after they had checked allaby matches. I don’t know if the heavens were protecting me or the investigators were just slow but there were some parts in my alibi that were missing but they failed to point it out.
I wonder why…but I was grateful nonetheless.
Mrs King hummed in response to my words looking through her phone. Through the corner of my eye, I saw her looking at a family picture which her husband was present in and at that point I wanted to feel bad for her but she was just so…hypocritical. Because the next second, she was refreshing her phone most likely waiting for Lydia to react to her sad, embarrassing interview.
“Everything okay?” She glanced my way and I smiled small nodding in affirmation.
The real question is, is everything okay with you?
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The elevator door opened with a soft ding, revealing the hallway of Nathaniel’s floor. I was dressed to the nines in a fitted black gown, my hair pulled back in a high ponytail, and a new handbag Mrs. King had kindly bought for me during our shopping trip. We walked down the hall, our heels clicking in unison, until we reached the door of his penthouse. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I waited for Mrs. King to knock, hoping Nathaniel would be the one to open the door.
She finally knocked and seconds later, a clearly irritated Rachel opened the door much to my dismay. She gave both her mother and I an overlook before speaking.
“How may I help you?” She folded her arms across her chest, fixing her gaze on her mother with an attitude. Mrs King, who was solemn at first, became annoyed.
“Who are you speaking to with that tone? And is that the manner in which you now speak to your mother, young lady?” She walked past her storming into Nathaniel’s penthouse and I followed behind her waving at Rachel who rolled her eyes in a full circle at both her mother and I, and though at first I didn’t really care if she liked me or not but after my outburst during dinner where Nathaniel had snapped on me, it was clear that I still needed her to get close to her brother.
I had made a promise to myself that after this investigation and Lydia’s stupid brother’s death or recovery, even before that just as long as things tone down, I will get a hitman who would just shoot at her. And it must be in the middle of her head because it will be hilarious to see her brains blow up. Afterwards Nathaniel will need a shoulder to cry on and trust me that I will be there. And make sure I have sex with him and have his kids so he will marry me.
I’m such a perfect planner and I WILL MAKE SURE THEY ARE NOT JUST PLANS.
I grinned from ear to ear at my plans strolling up the stairs in search of Nathaniel ignoring Rachel and Mrs King’s back and forth. I adjusted my gown and removed my hair packed so my hair could fall. I knocked on the door to Nathaniel’s room and without waiting for a response, I entered it but I couldn’t see any traces of him until I heard the sound of water from the shower.
Moisture built in the middle of my legs as my thoughts ran wide at the thought of Nathaniel naked. I truly missed days which he held me in hands and had great times with me. In the blink of an eye, I had locked the door and stripped into my pink matching underwear. I was happy I wore this because I know how much he loves the color on my skin.
I laid on the bed sexily as I heard the sound of the door opening. I instantly melted like butter under fire when Nathaniel came out of the bathroom with a towel loosely tied around his waist and his hair dropping with water. My mouth watered as the daylight reflected on the drip of water following down his muscular chest and abs. His eyes were fixated on his phone as he grabbed a small towel to dry his hair, he was so handsome.
“What in the world…what are you doing here?” He was startled at my presence and I blinked repeatedly bringing myself back to reality.