Pampered By His Brutal, Billionaire Uncle
( By Anderson Musyoki)
Chapter 1. Tempted and Broken
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As soon as Beverly Shirley shut her office door and exposed her pale, drained skin to the warm evening sunlight, her phone buzzed. She hadn't even stretched her depleted feet after working overtime!
Since she was used to afternoon calls from her pertinacious boyfriend demanding fun, she picked up the call, distracted by her jaded thoughts, "H–Hello–"
"Is this Beverly?" a rigorous voice suddenly throbbed in her heart.
"Yes... How can I help you–?"
"Help me? How?" the exquisite man inquired barbarously. Beverly's throat absolutely went dry.
Meanwhile, a pestiferous, derisive voice chuckled on the other side of the call. Beverly couldn't help but masticate her delicate, quaking lips as she waited for his response.
After clearing his throat, he demanded, "I'm calling from the police station. Come and pick up your whore!"
"What whore?" she inquired reluctantly.
Her legs suddenly felt jelly–like. Before she could inquire further about the 'whore' phrase, the police officer disconnected the call. The queer news hit her puissantly, and she froze on the ground and couldn't move any of her muscles. Her depleted mind scrambled to form fragments of whether it was a delusion or reality.
Beverly could not centralize her thoughts on anything other than the words the police had used to describe the criminal, 'Prostitute!'
Instantly, she hailed a passing cab and ordered to be taken to the police station. Though she understood how incautious her boyfriend could be, this had caught her off guard.
Soon, she struggled her fragile legs up the police station's staircase and stormed in...
With a single glimpse, all her inquisitiveness was gratified. The man so–called 'whore' was ubiquitous. Not only him, but also the woman sitting next to him in the hall.
Upon hearing her soft sigh, Louis Howard—her boyfriend, raised his eyes and scrutinized her like an outcast. Meanwhile, the woman next to him, Diane Janice—her old friend, leaned her head on her boyfriend's shoulder like a newly wedded couple on their honeymoon.
Upon seeing what kind of crooks she had come to rescue, her fragile legs abruptly glued to the ground, and her heart accreted boldness. Moreover, outrage emerged in her veins as she clenched her fists into firm balls.
With each step, her feet felt like lead while her heart grew ponderous. Her eyes seemed compunctious; however, her heart was fallacious.
Upon seeing the deliriousness printed on her face, Diane Janice straightened up and trailed off, "I'm so sorry, B–Beverly. I can explain this–"
"There's nothing to explain!" Beverly yowled through her gritted teeth.
Thenceforth, Louis straightened up also and thrust Diane away like a filthy object before running towards Beverly.
Without thinking spontaneously, he coerced her into his embrace and tightened his grip. Promptly, a peculiar sensation curled up her skin from head to toe.
As if embracing a lascivious man, Beverly shoved him away, shrieking, "Don't you dare touch me!"
"B–Beverly..." Louis trailed off, greeting her with a sheepish beam. Louis seemed lightning-stricken, his lips plunged edgily as he endeavored to regain his tranquility.
Even though he tried to lock eyes with her, he ended up flushing flusteredly. Regardless of the liquor running through his veins, his body instantly went numb, and his dauntlessness drooped.
Meanwhile, Diane dashed forward rapidly, "You said you would tell her about us. Just tell–"
"Pipe down, Diane! This is grave, don't you see that?"
After giving Diane an admonishing glance, he turned to Beverly and grinned absurdly, "This is not what you are thinking, Beverly. Kindly, let me explain this later, okay? Right now, please, bail us out. Just lie to the police that you're my wife."
Louis tried to seize her shoulders but she reversed another step. Meanwhile, she managed to murmur, "It better not be what I'm thinking of."
After undergoing the preposterous confession, Louis and Diane were set free from the police walls. The three walked together out of the police station with laughter; except for Beverly, who felt backstabbed, beguiled, and fractured.
After managing a few steps towards his Mercedes Benz, Beverly turned to Louis with an obnoxious look and shrilled, "How noxious are you to do this to me, Louis?"
"I said it's not what you are thinking of!" Now that he was out of imminence, his voice was grievous,
"You know what... I don't have time for your abracadabra! Neither do I have to explain myself!"
"Neither can I listen to your fatuous explanation! After all, what's left to clarify after being caught red-handed fucking your whore in public? Nevertheless, weren't you concerned about your family's reputation?" she howled back, her sharp voice awakening the travail roaming through her heart.
"How did you feel when the police called you a prostitute? Can you imagine how many onlookers reveled and recorded you fucking a prostitute in a pub? If I knew what you'd done, you would be rotting in prison!" she added, panting strenuously.
"Screw you, Beverly! Enough of your pointless lectures!" Louis reproached her. Beverly suddenly shut her mouth and dropped her mug. Even though she was right to rebuke him, she understood how short-tempered he was.
Meanwhile, she wiped tears off her red, swollen eyes and scrutinized Diane. If they were trying to disgust her, they had won!
Unable to take more of her objurgation, Louis snapped, "Now that I slept with her in the pub, so what? Yes, I amused onlookers with my filthiness! Will you kill me?"
After hearing the onerous confession, Beverly's heart suddenly darkened, and her eyes sunk to the ground. Her feet felt like hefty lead. Feeling nauseous, she struggled to maintain her balance.
Seeing her slipping, Louis dashed forward to help her; however, she shoved him away, "If you dare touch me, you're a dead man! Just go and sleep with your whore all you want!"
Louis felt as if a precious treasure had just slipped out of his hands and he couldn't save it.
Meanwhile, he plunged his face, perpended and then stared at her penitently, "I don't want her anymore. Assume this never happened, Beverly. You know I'm in love with you, right?"
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