Captured by the Randy CEO

Evil Plans

"I want him dead!" Alan blurted out.

"Ah," Christine exclaimed in horror then she adjusted in her chair to look into his eyes and withdrew her hand.

.................

After their surprise dinner, they returned back to their houses – Christine back to the condo where she stayed with her friends and Alan back to one of his mansions across town.

The next morning, Christine woke earlier than usual to the aroma of frying bacon and eggs. She stumbled into the kitchen and there Trish and Alexa were making breakfast.

"When did you come in?" Trish asked.

"I don't know. I didn't check," she replied.

"Where were you?" Alexa asked.

"Alan took me out on a dinner," she said.

"Tell us," Alexa squealed, pretending to be delighted.

She intimated them about all that happened yesterday and they squealed delightfully, chuckling and giggling. She didn't notice the occasional scowl on Alexa's face.

Someone was getting jealous.

She continued with the story until her pager beeped, reminding her that she needed to start preparing for work.

When she got to the building, a black estate car was in the parking lot.

That must be Alan, she thought.

But she was mistaken.

As Alan drove in and handed the valet his keys, the black estate car in the lot caught his attention. He wondered if he had an important guest or if he had forgotten an appointment.

He was even more surprised at the face he met as soon as the elevator door dinged open. He glared at the sight of grey beards, receding grey and the steel rimmed spectacles. Alan wondered what he was doing in his office so early in the morning. Christine looked troubled and he knew immediately that his father had been questioning her. He didn't need a soothsayer to tell him that his father was there to cause trouble.

"Christine, I'll be in my office. Don't let anyone in until I say otherwise," he said.

Christine nodded and watched as Alan followed his father into the office.

"Why are you here?" Alan asked as soon as he was in his office.

"That's no way to greet your father, young man," Franklin said.

Alan groaned inwardly. He wasn't in the mood for his father's shenanigans but he had no choice but to listen to whatever nonsense the man had to spill out.

He sat in his seat and waved his father to one of the chairs opposite his.

"Do you expect me to sit opposite you like I'm one of your employees?" his father asked pompously and tapped on the sofa where he had taken a seat. "Come over here."

Alan obeyed with a grudge and sat.

"You're meeting her tomorrow," Franklin said.

"Meeting who?" Alan asked, pretending to not understand.

"Don't play that stupid game with me, Alan," Franklin said sternly. "I told you..."

"And I told you that wouldn't be happening!" Alan interjected. "There's no way I'm marrying anyone I'm not interested in. It's better you forget about it, Franklin," he said glaring into his father's eyes defiantly.

"Don't you dare talk to me in that manner!" Franklin growled.

Alan scoffed and chuckled. Did his father still think he was still the bashful, timid twelve year old boy who used to be silenced by the right dose of yelling? He was now a man. Why did he not just leave him the hell alone?

"I'm only telling you what will happen," Alan said coolly. "Whatever it is you've got planned with Miranda's dad is off."

He secretly prayed for Christine not to come into the office and stumble on them having this conversation. It was one of the things she said made her scared.

Franklin smacked his lips and got up calmly. "I didn't come here to argue with you," he said. "I just came to give you a heads up so you wouldn't be surprised when you see Miranda tomorrow."

"Well, Mr Franklin Walker," Alan said fearlessly. "I'm sorry to inform you that you wasted your time coming here. Whatever it is you want me to do, I won't be doing it."

"I see you've grown wings," Franklin said.

"Well, I didn't have a good male role model growing up so I had to grow my own wings and fly however I choose," Alan fired back.

Franklin scoffed and looked at Alan with raised eyebrows. "Let's watch and see how well you'll fly when I clip those wings," he said balefully.

"Empty threats," Alan scoffed. "You can't do more than a dead rat!" he spat.

Franklin looked at Alan one last time and his lips parted like he wanted to say something but he decided against it and walked out of Alan's office, slamming the door behind him.

Alan groaned as he stood up and sank into his chair. He rubbed his temple as a violent throb rocked his head briefly.

His father had come to ruin his mood so early in the morning.

His door creaked slowly and he knew his cure was the one there. Christine peered in curiously.

"Come on in," he said.

"Are you okay?" she inquired.

"I'm okay now that you are here," he said and smiled.

"You don't look so good," she observed. "Your father also left with such a big frown. Did you guys have a fight?"

"Nevermind," he said and placed his head on her succulent comforting breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair also. He wished he could just get her on the sofa and snuggle at that instant, but he had responsibilities, urgent work that had to be treated.

"What did he say?" she asked softly.

"Nothing. He's just being classic Franklin. Bossy and domineering, trying to kick everybody around and bend them to his will," Alan said.

.............

At the close of work, Alan met Christine before she got the chance to pack her stuff and clear her table.

"We have something important to do in my place," he said.

She nodded and packed her bag. When he caressed her laps while he drove, she didn't say anything. She didn't react to his touch but she didn't object either so he continued till he stopped in front of the steel gates of another one of his houses.

As soon as he was in, he tore off his tie and jammed her against the wall and kissed her. She kissed him too and ran her hands all over his body. He also groped all over her, squeezing her breasts and her ass.

She took off her clothes hurriedly and helped him with his suit.

They kissed again on the way to his room, stepping out of their pants and skirt. He dropped her on the bed and spread her legs wide open. He moaned at the sight of her pretty p***y and his d**k got even more hardened.

"I love you, Christine," he moaned against her ear.

"I want you, Alan," she moaned against his lips.

He kissed her and their lips met in a sweet sensual symphony.

..............

They were both fagged out after the s*x experience that they just remained in the bed, heaving. He placed his hand over her breasts, his fingers squeezing tight.

"I love you," he whispered and he heard a low sigh.

He turned to look at her and found her deep asleep. She was probably tired from all that wild, steamy s*x.

Good.

He held his breath as he took her hand off his chest. Then he slipped out of bed and wriggled quickly into some clothes and stepped out.

The night was cold. A good night to betray someone. He started the car

He eased the car as he approached the open space. Asides the light from the damaged street light which flickered, everywhere was dark.

He blinked the headlights three times as the man had told him to. Then he waited.

The back door opened suddenly and slammed shut. From the rear view mirror, he could see a man wearing black leather jackets and a face cap pulled over his face. There was also a scorpion tattooed on the back of his neck in black ink.

"Let's get to business," the man behind him said with a distorted voice.

Alan reached into the dashboard and pulled out an envelope.

The man collected it with gloved hands. He tore it and produced numerous pictures of Franklin.

"How do you want it?"

"Anyhow you can do it," Alan replied. "I just don't want it to be traced back to me."

The man sucked his teeth. "We can do it either of two ways. I get him while he's driving

"What car does he use?"

"He had a lot. But I think his favourite is a White Mercedes SUV. The latest model," he said, watching from the mirror as the man scribbled on a piece of paper.

"Two mil," the man said as he finished.

"What?" Alan echoed in disbelief.

"Two million bucks," he reiterated.

"Can't you bring it a little bit lower?" Alan asked.

"I don't negotiate," the man said.

Alan sighed and reached into the dashboard again, pulling out another envelope.

The man snatched it and felt it.

"How much?" he asked.

"One million," Alan said. "I'll wire you the balance when you've completed your side of the deal."

"No wire," the man objected strongly. "Wire leaves traces. Keep the burner phone. I'll get to you when the deal is done. And I'll tell you where to stash the rest of the money."

"Got it," Alan said.

"Expect a call from me soon. Or you'll see it on the news," the man said confidently. "Whichever comes first."

Then he shoved the envelopes into the pockets of his jacket, got out and returned into the darkness of the night.

...........

About two miles away, Sheila sat in her car parked at a dead alley, a man with a pair of sunshades which partially concealed a terrible scar which ran from under his left eye across his cheek and to his neck, sat in the back seat behind her. She produced pictures of Franklin and held it over the seat for him.

"I need him to be dealt with," she said.

"Got it," the man said and took the envelopes from her.

She brought out another envelope and took out a picture of Alan in a business suit. "Pin it on this one."

He nodded and sucked his teeth as he stared at Alan's picture. He folded the photograph and slipped it into his pocket.

Then he snatched the envelope collecting his part payment and swaggered into the gathering darkness.

She grinned smugly as the man vanished completely into the night.

That was the beginning of her many many evil plans.