Chapter 78
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\[Capetown, La Residence | Franschoek\]
As a top tier hotel with stunning 360-degree views of mountains, vineyards and orchards, it's exceptional service and beautiful setting made top choice for the lodging for Stonia and Ixora
Stonia never goes for less, and Ixora loves it a lot here.
Though, the misses Nadine like mad, but at least, she gets to enjoy the serenity and peace she lacked in California.
There's no Warren, no Romeo, no Satan's Heirs, no blood and gore and hate. She's free...for now.
Also, she enjoys the South African foods more than she expected, especially the Bobotie and Boerewor.
Stonia is currently preparing to go for a night meet with her staffs, and she'd have loved to go with with her and wait in the lobby till the meeting would be over, but she just wants to stay indoors.
She helped Stonia with her lip combo, and the woman gave her a deep peck which left imprint of her lips on her cheek.
"If you want anything, call room service, and if you detect even a slight anomaly, call me. I won't mind leaving my meet to come back" she said.
"I understand, don't take long" Ixora replied, and Stonia stroked her hair before exiting with her managers and guards who are waiting by the door.
The receding sounds of their exit was reaching Ixora in the room till they entered the elevator.
She wandered around the expensive suite, touching everything she could touch till she got bored out of her mind
Maybe she should have followed Stonia after all.
She was about to fall in bed and slumber when she sighted her bikini in her open wardrobe.
Five minutes later, she's already dressed in the bikini, walking out of the room.
She made her way to the suite pool hall which is as silent as the rest of the suite, and she had no idea how much she missed swimming till now.
She adjusted her bra before jumping into the blue water, and the water responded to her intrusion with a loud splash.
She began swimming with deep side strokes, then back strokes before switching to the butterfly.
She later went underwater to stay some minutes, trying to balance her thoughts and cool her head more than it already is.
She surfaced after thtee minutes, taking deep inhales to allow air into her starved lungs.
And that's when she felt her bra hook has unhooked behind her.
Did she not hook it very well before leaving the suite?
She stretched her hands behind herself, trying to take the two ends and hook it back, but someone else took it before her, causing the air she inhaled to filter out of her nostrils hotly.
Feeling the cold deadly hands on her skin made her pupils dilate, and she gasped.
Someone else is in the pool.
SOMEONE ELSE!
No other person with this kinda strong presence.
No other person with this unmatched aura.
No other person...with this hellfire scent.
Before he could even hook her bra, she pulled herself away from that part of the pool, and he let go of the hooks, so she held it before turning around to face him.
It's indeed who she thought, and he's already sitting malignantly at the edge of the pool, eyes balanced on her as she continued holding her bra hook behind herself.
Her arm hurts, but she kept still, fighting with her eyes that's trying to widen.
He's wearing his usuals.
Leather jacket with a black shirt under, then black jean pants which carved out his long legs underwater.
His hair is sprinkled over his irises, and his palms are on the ground behind him. He rested his weight on the two.
"Dirty. Little. Liar" He spelled out each word like his favorite things to say, his deep voice giving it a resonation that belongs in a movie.
"You really think you could take a break?" He lifted his palms from the ground, straightening himself.
"Why are you here? Why are you in Capetown? No...why are you even in this same hotel?" She replied, her voice firm but still did nothing to hide her shock.
"WHY? You don't get to use that word around me" he said, his tone freezing.
"I wanted just three days of peace—"
"You've been here since yesterday, isn't it?" He interrupted. "You already got one day of peace, and that's a privilege you shouldn't have enjoyed in the first place. I'm going too lenient, and it's uninteresting" he stated, and she gasped.
Warren left the pool edge and got into the pool, but the moment he began walking towards her, she let go of her bra hook and quickly climbed up the pool wall.
In the process, her bra fell from her body, but as least, he only saw her naked back as she ran out of the pool hall. He didn't get to see her dangling breàsts.
Warren kept walking in the pool, slowly till he got to where her bra fell at the poolside.
He stretched his hand and took it, examining the medium sized thing for a while before bringing his scalpel out of his pocket.
There's her fruity scent in the bra, and as if oozed into his nose, he expelled it by exhaling.
Using the scalpel, he shredded the bra into bits, pouring the pink foam into the pool surface before getting out of it.
He walked out of the pool hall, too.
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Thanks to the fact that this is an exclusive suite, Ixora didn't clash into anybody till she arrived at her bedroom.
She locked the door and covered her breàsts with her palms as if someone else is in here, then she walked to her wardrobe where she wore one of her big tees which reached her thigh middle.
After covering herself up, she got her phone to call the guards and her mum, but surprisingly, there's no network.
What the hell? This can't be a coincidence.
Suddenly, a hit landed on the door, and she jumped, dropping her phone before walking towards it.
Another hit landed on it, and she swallowed, her chest hammering.
If it's him, then there's no way he'd be able to open that door.
It's protected by—
To hell with protection, cos after the third hit, the door opened, and he stepped in, holding up a key card.
Her eyes widened, cos there are two cards that can open this room.
One is in her wardrobe, and the other one is supposed to be with Stonia.
"For an ex vice-president, your mum is too frugal" he said.
Bingo...he definitely stole the card from Stonia on her way out of the hotel earlier.
Thankfully, she's still beside the wardrobe, so she quickly brought out her illegal gun from the base of her folded clothes. She brought it, luckily.
She pointed at him, but he still didn't stop walking to her.
"Stop, or I'll really shoot! Stop walking! Keep your distance!!" She warned, shifting back.
"Here's a suggestion, shoot my two legs" he said.
Ixora tightened her sweaty hands around the gun.
"With my two legs gone, I'll crumble, but you know what? I'll still crawl to you and take you" he said.
"I said stop coming closer!!! I'll really shoot you!! I'll —"
"Shoot, little liar" he interrupted when he got to her, then he pulled the gun barell to his own forehead.
Ixora halted her breathings.
"One bullet, and I'll be gone from your life" he whispered.