THE SECRET HEIRESS

PROLOGUE: WHO ARE YOU, MR. FROST?

NOTE: Please don't read this book right now. It needs editing. Kindly check out FALLING HARD: THE BAD BOY AND ME, my current WIP. Or you may check MY ORPHAN BRIDE (Completed/ pay to read.)

Hopefully, I can update Alpha Bound, Metamorphosis and The Secret Heiress sooner.

LEO

'Ah!' "Right there, Mr. Frost!"

The lustful voice of that woman was hard to ignore. I headed towards the nearby shelter, scratching the back of my head. I hardly had anything to do other than to wait for them to finish their job.

"Come here you b***h! Tell your daddy how good you feel, huh?" Breatheless, Mr. Frost pounded as fast as he could. And his pounding was making it hard for my taxi. It made funny noises, thanks to the love-making session of the duo.

"Oh daddy! I love the way you f**k me."

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"Thank me then. Thank your daddy!"

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"Oh!"

(Spank)

"Ah!"

(Slap)

"b***h, show me how grateful you are right now. Thank me for f*****g you tonight."

(Spank, spank)

...

"Oh god! Thank you daddy."

(Spank)

"Thank you for what b***h?"

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"Mmmh (gagging in between)....Thank you for f*****g me with your c**k daddy."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah! Thank you for spanking me. Thank you for your spit...Ah!"

My nose scrunched automatically at whatever I heard. I hardly controlled my laughter.

"Ah!"

"Oh god..mmmmh! Yeah! Right there Mr. Frost."

...

"You want more? You f*****g w***e?"

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"Aaahhh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Give it to me please, Mr. Frost!"

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Sighing hard, I walked a little further so that I could ignore those dirty noises. Life has always laughed bitterly at me. And that was the night where they were making fun of who I was, a taxi driver. Even though I worked for a reputed travel agency, I was still a driver. Powerless. Voiceless. I belong to that section of people who the elites think that don't deserve even a little bit of respect. Had I been some wealthy millionaire, then the duo would have thought ten million times before getting rid of their clothes and doing the stuff which should be done behind closed doors.

The moon was shining bright, a halo encircled it, and there were several stars twinkling up in the broad blue sky. Nature has always been my refuge but also a reminder of selfless responsibility. I could never be as selfless as the sun and the moon, but the little I did was my way to pay back for what my grandmother had been doing for me. But times like this always pushed me to think of quitting my job, but I had to stay firm. I had responsibilities. No matter how much I tried running away from there, I had to hold on to the position and the identity which Everest Tours and Travels garnered me. I needed that money to carry on with my life. I required my identity to rebel against what my father did to us.

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"Are you deaf, driver?" I was startled to hear Mr. Frost's voice so close to where I was sitting. I got lost in my own thoughts so that I nearly forgot that I was at his service that night.

"Can't you hear my voice?" "Hurry up, take us to the Hotel Diamond." Checking his branded wristwatch, he commanded me. I apologized, not intentionally, but rather as a work requirement.

Looking at him, his attire screamed money: a tuxedo, a gold watch decorated with shiny diamonds. His attire and ornaments seemed custom-made, but his intentions matched those of an indigent person. He has made me curious ever since I met him.

'Who are you, Mr. Frost?' I couldn't help but think aloud as I drove towards the highway.