Maybe he's right.
*In Jamal's home office*
“Make sure to assign collaterals, through every entry. No one gets into the party without an invitation.” says Jamal, to his assistant.
“Absolutely. I was wondering what happens to the men you assigned.”
“Myla doesn't want those men in our house. Besides, she's going turn tables, and I don't want to get on my nerves.”
Amid laughs, and Patricia walks into the office forcefully.
They snap their heads towards her direction. Jamal relaxes as he knows why she's so moody.
He reciprocates his eyes towards Amid, but Patricia stops him.
“No need. I didn't come here to take any more of your time.”
Jamal nods. “If this isn't about your stupid boyfriend, then you're free to speak. But, if this is about him, just turn around and leave as you came.”
“I want to thank you for threatening that bastard, because we're not together anymore. You did a great job. Hope you can be at peace.”
Her eyes well up, but she wipes it away and steps out. Jamal settles in his chair staring at the closed door, speechlessly, while Amid presses his lips together in a thin line.
“He's going to pay.”
Amid nods, knowing exactly what Jamal can do.
“What's the price?”
Jamal looks at his friend. “I want to see him cry, like the kid he is. But, you're going to do nothing.”
Amid stares at him in confusion. Those last words aren't from his will, and doesn't sound like the Jamal he knows.
“Firstly, I'm trying to mend my ways, and stay away from trouble for the sake of my wife and future kids. Secondly, It's a trap. They are trying to hit me to the wall. And, I'd just keep resisting.”
Amid looks at his boss with a faint smile, greatly bewildered.
...
*Later that night*
Benjamin works across the street, and pays for some cigarettes. Returning to his car, two men surround him.
They hold him captivate at a corner where no one passes.
“Who are you-”
He doesn't complete his words when a fist reaches his mouth.
They beat him up so well that he becomes nearer to lifeless, before running away.
The police comes into the scene of a bleeding young man, who is unable to move, but the found no trace of the doers.
...
Patricia gets a report about Benjamin's dead from LA, through a close friend back in England.
Though she hated him after that day, she can't help, but cry for her lose.
Also, thinking about how sudden everything happened, she takes a moment to reflect on what he told her about Jamal.
'Your brother is a dangerous man. He's not just what he shows everyone, including you.'
“This can't be.”
Patricia muffles to herself, and becomes afraid just by thinking of the traumatic incident.
Benjamin could've been right. She's not sure she knows who her brother is.
After everything, she studied away from him, and except when she needed to come for holidays or visits, that they spent time together.
Which aren't enough moments to tell what exactly he has been doing.
She's so scared that there's something Jamal is doing out of the normal. It can't be just a coincidence that Benjamin is dead after she told him, about the break-up.
What if Jamal is the problem? What if Benjamin is man enough, but Jamal is the Lion in the jungle?
...
Myla has been introduced to the casts, and she talks with a few of them about the movie.
James Borne answers, “I heard you're married to a very wealthy man.”
“Yes, I am.” Myla response.
“Hope I have no troubles touching his wife in this movie.”
Myla giggles. “That's not going to happen, because I regarded the contract again.”
He frowns. “You did?”
She nods. He pleads his forehead. “Then, why wasn't I told about it?”
Myla becomes befuddled. “Uh...I think you need to look into it with Mr. Andrew.”
“Yeah, talking about him...” James says, and their producer comes ahead.
“My lady, here, says you changed the contract form? I was wondering why I wasn't given an edited copy it.”
The older man renders to them a faint smile and calls James to talk with him privately.
Myla seats there still greatly perplexed, how James wasn't told about it. What is this man dangling on?
“Hey!” a lady greets, standing in front of Myla and shading her from seeing the men.
She responds, absentmindedly. “Hi,”
“Pleased to meet with you, Myla. I still can't believe you'd be with us in this project.”
Myla blinks her eyes a number of times, when she notices she just answered a popular actress she knows so well.
“Off course, I will be everywhere you are Jessie. I'm so sorry I didn't notice you.” She stands to hug her, and the woman receives her warmly.
“You're so pretty as usual. What was that man trying to- convince you to be his next wife?”
They chortle as she seats down next to Myla.
“You know already.”
“Besides, congratulations for your wedding.”
“Thanks, Jessie. Where have you been? We heard in the medias that you're now...”
“About that...I kept it a secret. So, everyone is just saying his part of the story.”
Myla nods. “Understandable.”
They look ahead silently for a moment, before Jessie speaks.
“Could you come over at my party, tonight? I invited a few of the cast, and some old friends.”
“Sure. What's the celebration?”
She chuckles. “Nothing big. Just want to have fun.”
Myla nods, smiling broadly.
“So... is this going to be a problem to your husband? Because I don't want to be into trouble.”
“I don't think so. He's just going to...maybe get overly protective. But, don't worry about it.”
“Aight gurl! Let me see the others. I'd send you my location.”
“Perfect,”
Jessie crosses over and Myla takes out her phone, to text Jamal.
*Hey, buddy*
A few seconds later.
*Hey, cutie pie. I want you back.*
She laughs, typing in another message.
*Sounds like we broke up.*
*When are you coming back, seriously?*
*Someone is missing me, uhh?*
He sends an intense kissing gif.
Myla nips on her lip, feeling nerdy by that.
*I know that look on your face. Just fly over here, and let me take care of you.*
She closes her eyes, and an idea settles in.
*You won't see me again. I'm staying here for a few months.*
She giggles, while waiting for his reply.
*Don't f-ck with me, Myla.*
Though she expected this, it amuses her even more after seeing it.
*Who should I f-ck with, Jamal?*
He doesn't respond instantly as he knows what she meant. She can't help but chortle at his silence.
*I'm going to deal with you, when you return.*
*I take it back.*
*No, you can't take it back. You are not allowed to.*
*I did, already.*
*Myla,*
*Yeah?*
*I love you. Come soon, I swear I'm going to die if you don't.*
She laughs again, and says,
*Aww... Momma is right at ya.*
James returns from his conversation with the producer.
“How was it?”
“It was good.” he responds shortly.
She nods, keeping her phone away.
...
“Jamal...” Myla moans.
“I love when you do that.”
Her brows crease as his tongue touches her clit.
“Jamal...I-I got to go.”
“To?”
“A party.”
He stops, and brings his head up to meet her gaze.
“Who invited you?” he stands on his feet, his intimidating eyes coming to live.
“Jessie, my co-actress.” she answers still adjusting her breath.
“You don't walk around as you want, Myla. How many times do I have to tell you this?”
“It's private. Just at home, with a few friends. Nothing else.”
“Men?”
“I don't know. Female, males, all categories. Isn't it supposed to be so?”
“With you, there's a restriction. I want her number.”
Myla opens her mouth to contradict and closes it after he sends daggers with his eyes.
“Okay...”
She takes her phone, scrolls down a few contacts.
“Here,”
Jamal calls her right there, and she picks after a single ring.
“Myla? Are you outside?”
“No, this is Jamal,”
“Ohhh...nice talking you, Jamal. Is something wrong?”
“Well, my wife told me about your invite...” he walks away into the bathroom.
Myla wakes up to eavesdrop, but he opens the door at her face, and she shifts back.
He closes it again, and leaves the bathroom only after a few moments of chart, which she didn't pry any further to know.
“You can go. I will send someone with you.”
“Someone? I can take care of myself-”
“Don't you dare answer me back. Rather, be grateful.”
And, off course she shuts her mouth, because she wants to leave.
He makes another call with his phone, whereas she goes to cleanup. Few minutes later, she comes out of the dressing room.
When Jamal sees the cloth she wears, he shakes his head.
“My wife is not leaving this house dressed like this.”
She blows out her cheeks, and glares at what she's wearing through the mirror.
“What again? What's wrong with this dress?”
He strolls towards her, and sends his head through the open space on her back, and brushes her nipple.
She gasps, and gulps, staring at him with weak eyes, from the sensation of his hand. A feeling which is so bold, just by a touch.
“Jamal...stop.”
He takes his hands off, yet, her nipples stand very visible that anyone can see.
“The least change in temperature, and those knots harden. Now, do you see what's wrong with it, or you want me to go further?”
To be continued...