"What are your conditions?"

Miles conceded a smile and raised two of his fingers.

"One, you assigned Aaliyah to me as my assistant for home services."

" Two, you won’t have to see, or sleep with any other man that isn’t me henceforth."

To his first condition, Grace knit her brows, forming a clear frown on her face.

’Am I not enough?’ she thought, irritated by the fact he persistently wanted to hit her cousin.

His second conditions however caused her to freeze inwardly and her cold heart fluttered at the sense of protective ownership laced in his words.

’Like I would ever date another man.’

She was already on her path to be an extreme man-hater if she didn’t employ Miles and tasted his dick.

There was also this sense of safety she felt with him since he didn’t bother to hide his ulterior motives or rather always expressed it in a way she couldn’t care to give a fuck about, except for now in which he clearly expressed his intention to fuck her cousin without caring to hide it from her like it was a normal thing to do. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Meanwhile, the nightmare of a man she once blindly fell in love with, would continue to be a nightmare she dearly wanted to erase. Compared to sharing the same dick with her cousin, this was way better.

"I agree to your conditions." Grace said and nodded.

" Good, is he going to be home now?"

Startled by his question, Grace looked at him like she had misheard what he said before shaking her head positively.

"So soon?" She whispered.

Miles nodded.

"Let’s get over this."

Recovering from the shock, Grace started the car once more. This time, the destination was her home.

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30 minutes later.

Beep! Beep!

Beep! Beep!

Beep! Be—

"—cut the crap already."

A hand slammed hard on the beeping phone, silencing it with a disgruntled grunt as it lifted it from the lamp stand with great difficulty.

The phone screen shone bright, illuminating the tough, rugged face of a man who had clearly survived the dark streets.

This man was Silas, Grace’s ex who had chosen to make her life a living hell by blackmailing her with videos he took while having sex with her during the time they were dating.

Last night, he had managed to collect a couple of grand from her and spent the night gambling at a casino then straight to the night club where he spent all his wins.

Currently, there were about two bitches nakedly sprawled on his chest, and in deep sleep after taking a huge amount of expensive liquor.

Grace’s room was made a mess with their clothes sprawled at every corner. Wrapped weeds and white powder could be seen on a plate atop a wooden stool.

Silas’ eyes squinted as they strained in order to read the caller’s ID.

(Bitch>money, tomato and garden emojis)

"What the fuck?" He cursed silently and rubbed his face with a frown.

Accepting the call, he placed it by his ears

" What is it?"

From the other end of the phone, he could hear Grace inhale deeply before speaking.

"I want to travel to meet one of my clients, I received some cash."

Grace fell silent, feigning she was unhappy about wanting to give him the money.

Silas grinned instantly, exhaustion and drowsiness cleared from his face.

" You’re finally starting to have some sense." Silas jeered.

" Where are you?" He added right after.

Grace then paused silently for a second before replying.

"I’m outside the building in my car..."

" Alright, wait there." Silas didn’t think much of it and scrambled to find his trousers before putting on a white singlet.

’ I’m sure broke.’ he thought as he stepped outside the apartment.

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Meanwhile, outside the apartment building, inside a black Mercedes.

Miles crawled behind the front seat, patiently waiting for the prey to sit on the trap.

There was no knife, so he held a fork which he found inside the car.

Honestly, Grace was confused and ready to give up at this point after realising that he wanted to do it himself. Or could his family avoid sending him to jail? She held her curiosity.

Minutes later, under that pensive silence. Heavy footsteps could be heard approaching the car. A moment later, click!— the handle was pulled up. Silas sat inside, totally unguarded against the idea that he would soon be labelled as a mad man.

Dum! He closed the door right after and the car settled in silence once more.

"Where is my money?" Silas raised his brows and commanded.

’Cold Blooded Heart & Subzero Agony.’

Silas’ eyes widened, a sense of danger feeling his every being. As someone who rose from the streets, he understood this feeling very well. Without hesitation he tried to open the door but found out he couldn’t move any of his limbs.

’Fuck! She set me up’ he cursed in his mind, using all his strength to make his fingers twitch against the terror he felt without having to glance at Grace even.

But before he could, an arm slid from behind the head rest wrapped around his neck, choking him.

" Arrrrrgh!"

Silas let out an animalistic growl, jerked free from the fear, his hand reached towards Miles’ arm, wanting to pull it away.

Shocked, Miles reacted instantly and dove the fork deep inside Silas neck, causing the artery to spill out blood as he let go.

Silas pupils widened, his hands reached towards his neck, hoping he could stop the blood but failed.

The next moment, Miles unhesitatingly stabbed his shoulder, activating the Masseur Talent to trace his key blood vessels and disabling his left hand movement.

Silas lost the feeling of his left arm.

Miles moved the fork to his other hand and did the same.

’If I don’t heal the wound on his neck, he’s going to die from mental shock.’

Thinking about being apprehended by the police, Miles restored Silas’ neck to how it was before. Causing the man to fall into dazed stillness as he inhaled deeply.