Jenival_Enyia

A damaged playboy, a beautiful lady on a deadly mission and a desperate waitress. Find out what happens when the three are entangled in a never-ending drama.                       
      
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Years after successfully surviving a childhood he was forced to endure, Charles couldn't be more damaged than he already was. All he wanted was his walls to remain as unbreakable and impenetrable as he made them.

But then he met Annabelle. She was smart, beautiful, rich and a professional with a deadly secret and a unique background. Worst of all, she was perfectly tailored to play games. 

Or so she thought.

What happens when a desperate waitress is added to the mix?

Can they survive the dangers of the game they play? What will happen when hidden secrets surface? Can love prevail? Will they get scorched? Or, is this just a recipe for disaster?

Recipe For Disaster

I bent over the edge of the ledge, a bottle of whiskey in hand and a cigarette in another. Smoking wasn't my thing, but to pull this off, I had to look as miserable as possible. The cuts from the explosion made everything blend out well and for a second there I smiled. I ended up having a use for the bashing after all.

There was a commotion at the rooftop entrance and I immediately knew my father was there. I raised the bottle of whiskey to my lips and took another deep drag. The door opened and my father strode in, with his bodyguards on his trail. With a snap of his fingers, his hoodlums came into the terrace to look around and check for suspicious clues. After a thorough scan of the area, they signalled a no danger sign to him. Then, and only then did he begin to stride towards me.

The bastard had trust issues. Wonder where I got it from.

Chapter 39