WHISPERS OF ROMANCE

A decade had passed...

They were young back then- impulsive and irrational.

"They acted too quickly."  she always thought in consolation.

So it was right to return to the States, right?

They are mature now and the past remained in the past.

"Just a few days or months here then I'll be out of the country like I was never here." she pep talked herself deeply exhaling.

The pilot announced their arrival, she clasped her sweaty shaking hands wiping them on the black dress crisscrossing her neck at the back then made her way out of the private jet, a 2024 Cadillac Celestiq parking in front of it- 6'5 man with sinful beauty, every curve specially sculpted to perfection leaned against it.

"My..my..my" Karl clicked his tongue looking at Tara up and down pushing himself of the car biceps stretching his white polo shirt flexed at the movement but didn't escape her eyes..

She was gorgeous in his eyes-simply breathtaking and outstanding. Those sharp black heels, hmm!

"Hi, handsome."  she greeted giggling at his words while Karl handed her a bouquet of white roses pecking her forehead.

"Apple pie, you've changed-in a good way of course" he mused cocking his head a little to the side, "You're good?" Karl pulled away from their tight hug minutely observing her beautiful facial features reading her body language.

"Jet lagged." She replied diving back in his embrace, how she had missed him so much.

Karl hugged her back tightly with mutual force...guess the feeling was mutual.

"Then let's get you well rested. Los Altos can wait tomorrow." he nudged her shoulder suggestively.

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" So you're running for Senate, huh?" Tara teased smirking. A blush crept to Karl's cheeks.

Yes he was used to everyone saying it though hadn't come across anyone to think him about it.

"And your blushing..."  she laughed loudly in the car pointing it out.

"No am not." he defended covering his face with his calloused hands feeling embarrassed.

[Karl clears throat]

"oh..oh.. someone serious now."  she shifted uncomfortably in the luxurious leather seats getting herself mentally prepared for what ever he was about to say.

" I'm so sorry about your dad. I feel bad that I haven't been their with in this trying time." genuine sympathy licked in his words.

Though she wasn't that close to her dad- he was the i've gone to buy milk then return almost a year later type but his dad left a significant mark. The pain was still there.

"Thanks Karl. I should have told you sooner but I was so out of it to even remember making calls." she simultaneously answered looking at Karl's hands softly squeezing her's in consolation.

Karl felt the need to inform her that he and Kendrick were their-at the funeral though watching over her from afar but that would expose them how  they have been watching her life.

Stalking is overrated here so watching over her is what he stuck with.

They kept an eye on all her college life, graduation..went as far as funding her college and her mom's job at a prestigious hospital as a nurse making sure that she received to the best life in theirs and her father's absentia.

The surprise in all this was someone calling Tara days after the funeral calling himself her father's lawyer informing her of her inheritance.

Since he wasn't legally married to her mom, Tara was his sole heir to take over his investments back in Los Altos...the town she ran away from over a decade ago promising never to return. But now here she was, in the same car with part of her past dilemma.

Speaking of dilemma, "Are you certain Kendrick is out of town?"  she asked warily looking deep into his sinful brown eyes almost getting lost in them.

Karl smirked at her body language. Clearly she was melting for him giving him hope that the past feelings were still deep in there -Maybe they needed some re-awakening and since Tara never wants to cross paths with kendrick, the odds were in his favor.

He couldn't waste his chances this time.

[Karl internally evilly laughs]

"I trust my sources. By the time he's back you'll be out of the country." he answered assuring her.

He never told her that he a d Kendrick still talked though he kept her visit a secret from him too.

"She assumed that we stopped talking, I didn't tell her that. "he defended

But a lie is a lie right readers?....

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30 minutes later after Tara's car departure from the jet Camino,10 cullinans in a convoy drove in-a slim man dressed in a black suit exited one of the cars followed by more men dress the same.

He looked at his wristwatch a relieved sigh escaping his lips that he was right on time. He did not want to think of the consequences he and all these men would have to pay for if he wasn't.

There Boss was intolerant to incompetence!

Screeching jet wheels sound on the merrum surface slowing down a few feet away from the convoy.

All assemble militantly when the jet door opens.

"Don Cipriano." they say in unison slightly boring greeting the exiting figure taking long strides towards his personal secretary standing slightly ahead of the rest.

The atmosphere turned thick with a deadly silence waiting for his next move as a tall man hair disheveledly falling on his forehead creating a shadow who had exited the flying machine.

Straight nose, cheekbones slightly high and abs all in the right places stretching his black long sleeve shirt.

"I told you to go with me to help share the work burden. Look at you.. [glaring at Kendrick up and down teasingly] looking half dead." he mocked his employer.

"Quite Julius! " Kendrick's deep slightly rough voice probably from fatigue hissed

"If I wanted some bickering I would have called mother."

Sighing tiredly he entered one of the cars. No sooner was he settled in the moving machine than he drifted off.

Sleep was his only escape from his written faith.

Taking on his father's name is one of his many regret. Raised in the image of his father, a lonely path was set for him. A big burden he inherited- running an oil empire, sneaky clan members and ammunition smuggling business...he was yet to be ready when he took on the duties. Irrationality is what he blamed, if only he had thought a second maybe things would have turned out differently but either way- he would kill his father again for the same mistake that Ruined his fate with the love of his life!

"To the old mansion without stopping."  Julius commanded through the intercom and the journey started off....

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Helo lovelies, I think this is my 3rd attempt on this book- it's my first book but the way I feel like it's not enough lmao...

I've types, taken it down, deleted it the retyped...

God help me that this is the actual time

I really would want to know what you think so far about the yet complete story

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