A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

Chapter 164 - 164 Enormous Rage

164 Enormous Rage

When Tom and Denise arrived at Tom’s home, they were greeted by an overzealous, super excited, and expectant Fred.

“Hello bro, hi Denise, welcome back.” Fred smiled bewitchingly and gestured them in as though he was the house butler.

“Hi Fred, I didn’t know you now have a new job description. Anyway, thanks for waiting for us” Denise faked a brief smile and walked past him.

Tom chuckled slyly and gave his brother a thumbs up.

Denise was about to climb the stairs when Fred apologize for showing up without prior and also for disturbing her earlier with his calls.

“I don’t need your apology, Fred. All I need is my personal space.” Denise scoffed.

“You’re free to communicate with your brother anytime you want to. However, please, I don’t appreciate you calling me or attempting to visit me at my place of work. This your brother’s house and you’re welcome to stay with us anytime.” Denise replied with a hint of mockery in her tone.

“Thanks.”

Fred was unperturbed by Denise’s chilly stares. He was here to try and win her over before she becomes Tom’s wife forever. Hence, he was prepared for any form of rejection from her. All he now prayed for, was for Tom not to chicken out of the deal when he changes his tactics of capturing Denise’s heart.

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“When you guys are done having your shower, please join me in the dining room,” Fred said in a cheerful tone. I assisted the chef to prepare something tasty and I know you guys would love it.”

“Wow!” Tom’s eyes widened in surprise. “My brother came really prepared.

“Hmm... What other job do you plan on doing aside from butler and chef, huh?” Denise’s lips curved into a cheeky smile. ” Maybe gardener, driver, or my personal laundry man?”

“As long as it makes you happy, I’ll do anything.” Fred smiled.

“Okay,” Denise turned back and walked up to Tom; whose eyes had been darting from her to Fred; as though he was watching an interesting telenovela.

“Baby!” Denise gently pushed back Tom’s dark brown tousled hair from his forehead and trailed her finger to earlobes. She fondly stroked his earlobes, causing electric shivers to run down his spine and his legs to wobble.

“Yes, sweetie pie!” Tom cooed. He was so lost in Denise’s intense stare that he didn’t take note of the anxious and frustrated look on Fred’s face.

“Can Fred be our chauffeur for the next two days?” She softly brushed her lips against Tom’s quivering lips and licked them teasingly. “I promise he wouldn’t mind and that will make me happy.”

“Are you sure he wants to do that?” Tom asked with a lost expression on his face. For some reason, he felt hypnotized by Denise’s fascinating gaze that he couldn’t break eye contact with her for a second.

Denise slowly turned to Fred and asked; “Do you mind being our chauffeur for the next two days? It will really make me happy.” She ended her statement with a flirtatious smile.

“Sure! Anything to make you happy.” Fred said in a defeated tone. “I’m only here to serve you, my queen!”

“See baby,” Denise instantly reverted her attention to Tom as if Fred was nothing but a talking pictures frame. “I told you that he would agree. Now all you have to do is just say yes. Pretty please!” Denise batted her eyes animatedly at Tom, causing him to chuckle.

“How can I say no to those pretty eyes.” Tom cupped her face and kissed her deeply.

When they both parted lips to catch their breath, they discovered that Fred had left their presence. Instantly, they both burst out laughing.

“I hope he is tough because this is just the tip of the iceberg. There is more to come.” Denise giggled.

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Luke drove down to a clubhouse, wearing a demented look on his face. His eyes were dark and chilly. His mind was bitterly poisoned and rage seeped through his vein like bubbling lava.

He couldn’t accept the fact that a gentleman like himself walked into the dove restaurant with pride and dignity, only to be thrown out after a few minutes like a common peasant.

The mockery faces staring at him, the side gossip, giggling, and taunting glares were enough to make a sane man lose his mind.

The humiliation he felt was indescribable and the rejection from his all-time crush was excruciatingly painful.

What dampened his heart the most was the drastic change of behavior by Ariella. One minute, she was smiling and talking to him in that magical voice, and the next minute, she was gouging at his throat without any thread of sympathy.

If she had kept smiling the way she did when he first arrived, he wouldn’t be feeling all this enormous hurt and rage. The fact that she teamed up with her stupid husband to insult, downgrade, and threaten him made his crazy love for her vanish into thin air.

At that moment, Luke’s extreme infatuation for red hair girls was replaced with a deep and deadly hatred. He felt like going on a shooting spree and eliminating any red hair girl he found.

“Is this what it feels like to be mad at Ariella or the Treshvires?” Luke thought out loud. “Was this how they pushed Chloe until she finally lost it and found herself in Albert’s bad books? Who does that Leon even think he is? Why does he fill so highly of himself? Now, I fully understand why Albert is bent on dealing with Leon and his wife. They don’t deserve any form of empathy.”

Luke’s heartbeat skyrocketed as he thought of ways to make Leon suffer for humiliating him.

“That bloody Leon is going to pay dearly for the way he treated me. I would make him and his wife wish they had accepted my hand of friendship.” Luke spoke between clenched jaws.

If he thinks those whimpering clowns he calls bodyguards would be able to protect him and his precious wife forever, then he must be the biggest fool on Earth.”

The steering wheel absorbed all of Luke’s fury as he held it with such fierceness and occasionally struck the middle all in the name of honking for other road users.

He was so enraged that he thought of a suitable punching bag. He felt that he would explode from pent-up emotions if they were not released on something or someone.

“All I need is a red hair scapegoat and I will be fine.” Luke’s eyes flashed a sinister glint.

When he finally arrived at the clubhouse, he went straight to the bar and order several shots of dry double martini. He gulped down the drink in an instant as though he was drinking water. The burning sensation in his throat was nothing compared to the turmoil in his heart. All he wanted to do was first drown his pain, before searching for the perfect punching bag.

Due to Luke’s handsomeness, many beautiful girls approached him and flirted with him. However, he turned all of them down as they didn’t fit into the picture of the girl he wanted.

When he was at the point of losing hope of finding a red hair girl, one seductively dressed red hair lady in her late twenties, stepped into the clubhouse

The lady walked up to the bar and ordered some drinks which Luke immediately offered to pay for; as a way of breaking the ice between them.

In no time, Luke was seen laughing at the fairly beautiful lady’s poor jokes and refilling her glass of whiskey until she was too drunk to see beyond her nose.

Afterward, Luke left the clubhouse with the lady in his arm and gently placed her in the back seat of his car. When he had gotten into the car, he speedily zoomed off and drove down to a hotel on the outskirt of the city. On arrival at the hotel, he took a room; where he maliciously devoured the unfortunate lady and left her sexually bruised.

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While Rodriguez was still grieving for the loss of his son, Antonio, he got yet another disheartening news that his first son, Marco had been blown to bits.

At this information, he almost went insane with rage and grief. He started thrashing and destroying everything within his reach while screaming at the top of his voice.

“Who is doing this to me?” He lamented. “Who wants to hurt me this badly? Why not attack me directly than go after my boys? How can I lose three of my precious sons in three days.”

His last statement rang like a church bell in his head. “Three sons in three days.” He squinted his eyes and thought hard.

“This is no coincidence,” Rodriguez nodded slowly as reality finally dawned on him. “Someone is trying to send me a message. Could it be the Treshvires? Could it be one of the stakeholders who are loyal to the Treshvire? Could it be the cartel? Who could these people be?”

While Rodriguez was still trying to figure out the mystery behind the death of his sons, he got calls after calls from his wailing wives and mistresses. They were scared for the safety of their lives and their remaining children.

After thoughtful consideration, Rodriguez decided to gather every member of his family under one roof and operate solo, until he was able to fish out the real culprits behind his three sons’ death. He also hired a private investigator to help unravel the mystery behind his three sons’ death.