Chapter 6
I knew that I needed to attack Junior while the heat was hot. The best part is that I'm going after both Gabrielle and Junior. First, I need to confirm that they are sleeping together. I re-downloaded the application that I found online that hackers use to hack people with no VPN. I know for sure that neither Gabrielle nor Junior has a VPN, so this should be easy.
I entered Gabrielle's work email first, but it was blocked because of course it is encrypted. I remembered she sent my initial work contract through her email, so of course I started searching for it.
I got it, and I entered it. Yes, they were fucking. They've been sleeping together for over 3 years. I became super angry and decided that I was going to have a grand time. The great thing about this software is that I can hack into anything that they used an email for.
I scrolled to the top of their messages and read the entire thing. The last part broke me because Junior sent my nudes to her, and she was the one who sent them to the others. I was upset when I thought it was Junior who sent it, but I was furious when I found out it was Gabrielle. I have done nothing to deserve her hate. Why does she hate me so much? That question was answered like 2 minutes later in their chat. She wrote, "You said you hate her a lot, but you are at her house every chance you get. I really hate that she has more time with you."
Girl, the man is a scrub, why are you fighting for more time with him? Better yet, why didn't he spend more time with her because he was making my life a living hell? I would've been okay with him leaving to stay with her.
She was saying some awful things about me in the messages, and Junior was there agreeing with her.
I felt betrayed, and I felt this was unfair. She doesn't get to destroy my dignity and reputation and get away with it, I'm going to…
Suddenly the phone rang, and I got a call from Mr Richard
"So, I have a favour to ask you…" He started.
"Good morning to you, too, sir. My hours started as soon as I answered the phone, I'm on the clock."
"Good morning. I will pay you."
"Then it's not a favour then." I started.
"It's a favour because it's kind of personal."
"Okay, what is it?"
"I'm flying to Paris this Saturday to see my family and I kind of lied to my mom that I was seeing someone, and she begged me to take her with me to the wedding." He replied.
"I mean, you could've said to your mom… you and the girl just started dating, and it's not a good idea to take her across the world." I spoke. I was a bit nervous because he is technically my boss, and I don't want our friendly work relationship to become bad. I also don't want to start developing feelings for him because…I don't know.
"It doesn't work like that. She was getting worried that I'm using my young years to slave away at work and not settling down and I want to show her that I'm dating, I don't want her to be worried about me."
"But aren't you dating that bilingual girl who brought you lunch while we were on the phone the other day?" I replied.
"Yes, but it's casual." He spoke.
"But at least you are dating her," I confirmed.
"This is a bad idea, I thought you would like the idea of getting out of the country for a couple of days, but if not…" I cut him off.
"Yes, I want to come but I want to know why you chose to take me, you could take anybody else."
"Because you deserve it more than anybody else."
My brain started going all over the place, but then I calmed myself with the thought 'There's no way he has feelings for me because I'm a wreck and he's just perfect. I don't see myself getting with a successful man. It seems made up and unattainable.'
"Get your things ready, and I'll pay for everything else."
He stated.
"Okay, thanks. Bye."
"I'm going to Paris! I'm going to Paris!" I shouted with glee.
I decided that I was going to get my life together. I'm not going to lie in my apartment looking like a pigsty, and with the roaches coming out here and there at night, I need to get this under control.
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Is this the pest control company?" I asked.
"Yes, how can I assist?" They spoke.
"I want to get rid of some roaches at my house and Google said you guys are the best."
"Thank you for your kind words, please provide your email."
"My email is sabebrown16@gmail.com. Can they come today?"
"Certainly, I'll email you the website that you can book on and we'll have someone there from your city in no time."
"Thank you so much," I stated.
"You're welcome. Have a good day." She said in closing.
The exterminator came in no time and got my house smelling like what a pest-repellent product maker would smell.
I walked outside to throw away the garbage, and I heard a familiar voice coming from the side of my house.
"Thought I wouldn't catch you alone?" he said intimidatingly.
"Junior, what are you doing here?" I shouted with surprise.
"I told you I was going to come back, bitch. What do you expect? By getting a bomb and dropping it on your house?
"Get in the house!" He shouted. My neighbourhood was suburban, so everyone was at work at this time of the day. It was like I was all alone for this man to do whatever he wanted with me.
"You messed with my life, Brina, and I'm going to fuck with yours."
"You sent my nudes all over, or should I say you conspire with my boss to do it?" I said while shaking.
"Oh, Gabby told me you figured that out. You're a smart girl. That's one of the reasons I…" I cut him off.
"…you love me? Do you know what love is? You terrorize me even when we are in a relationship. You forced me to agree to whatever you say, and I allowed you to do it. No more!"
"You don't get to decide when it is no more! I will decide that! There's no bitch on this God's green earth that can leave me without my approval."
"You are with Gabrielle. What more do you want?"
"I want to see you in pain. I just feel the need to destroy your life and to top it all off, you got me fired so I got nothing but time." He started trying to make me see that he was angry.
'You are talking as if I was the one that started this. You…" I started and he cut me off.
"You deserve to be exposed for the Ho you are. You toy around with me for years and then suddenly you want to leave? That's not going to happen."
"Yes, it is. I'm done. I screamed.
"Here is what? Since I lost my job, I must move back in here with you. So, you will have to work and take care of me. In the interim, I'm going to be fucking whomever I want. Gabrielle included. You don't have to fuck me, but knowing you, you will come back begging for me to fuck you and I'll decide if I want to or not. I'm going to make your life a living hell." He said with an evil tone.
I wasn't for it when he started talking, but what better way to kill this man than by having him live in my house?
I was silent, and he went into the kitchen and started making something to eat. I told him to leave my things alone. He didn't, he made something to eat, then pushed me out of his way and went straight to the living room.
"I'm going to kill this man and I'm going to make it the perfect murder," I muttered to myself.
He spent the last 3 days trying to perplex me. I went into my room and locked the door, and he came slamming on my door.
"Pull this fucking door, I need to sleep in the bed."
He shouted.
"I'm not pulling this door," I replied.
"I'm going to be knocking on this door until tomorrow. If I can't sleep, then you can't sleep." He said in a sinister tone.
I took out my earbuds and started to play some music loudly. He was knocking throughout the night, but I didn't open the door.
I woke the following morning feeling a presence in my bed and I screamed.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" I shouted.
"Since you didn't want to let me in, I picked the lock, so now I can come in here anytime I want. You will never disrespect me like that again."
I started my morning with a terrible headache. I despised this man, and at the end of this either I kill him, or he is going to kill me.
Mr. Richard called me, and I went into the bathroom to take the call.
"Hey, so I'm on my way to pick you up, are you ready?" He spoke.
Oh shit, I forgot. I had a trip today.
"Yes, I'm ready." I was able to get out and he replied "Okay, great. Be there in about 30 minutes."
I have 30 minutes to pack. I went back into my room and started putting together some things that I was going to need for the trip. At this time Junior was in my bed eating cereal and I could see the milk dropping on my duvet cover. I was going to block him out of my mind and just think about all this when I came back.
"Going somewhere?" He said jokingly.
I didn't answer.
"I'm talking to you, bitch. Where are you going?" He asked again.
"It's none of your business!" I shouted.
"It is my business if you are going to need my permission to leave the house."
"I do not need your permission to leave!" I said loudly.
"He started unpacking my suitcase and started pushing me out of the way.
"You are not leaving until I'm done with you. Tell me where you are going unless you aren't leaving this house."
I finally blurted out, "I'm going on a work trip with my boss."
"Your boss, you got a job already? What is the job?" He asked.
I tried my best to hold back my anger. "Why can't you leave me be?" I said surrendering.
"I'm not satisfied. Your pain makes me happy, and who doesn't like to be happy?" He smirked.
Tears started to flow from my face, and I could see his smile getting bigger. He loved it so much that he decided to say this after tormenting me.
"Okay, you can go. You've satisfied me with your defeat like the weak bitch you are." He chuckled.
I started packing my suitcase again, in silence, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face. I know I said that I was going to ruin him, but I wasn't in a hurry to do so as he had moved out of my house, but now it must be done as soon as possible.
I heard a knock on the door, and I started to wipe my tears.
"Are you expecting someone?"
"Yes." I managed to choke out.
He was curious to find out who.
"Can you not make a scene?" I said sadly.
"It depends on who is at the door." He laughed. I felt defeated and was praying that he didn't make my boss see what I was going through.
"Good morning, I brought you coffee. Let's go." Mr. Richard said with a very charming face. I took the coffee from his hand. I can see that he freshly shaved his beard. It was low cut beard and I suddenly felt like I wanted to be rescued by him. He stood at least 6 feet 4 inches, and his suit was tailor-made by someone fancy. I could smell his exquisite scent. I can imagine it to be an expensive fragrance.
"Good morning. "I said. He was my relief, and I felt he was here to save me.
Suddenly, Junior came up behind me.
"Good morning to you." He said with a friendly grin.
"As I understand, this is a work trip. Please take care of my girl." He said while placing his hand around my waist and I snapped it away.
Mr. Richard was taken aback. I believe he was under the impression that I lived alone, and I could tell he sensed the fear in my eyes and my timid demeanour.
"Good morning." Mr Richard stated and then turned back to go to his car.
"Business trip my ass? You better not fuck him else I'm going to fuck everything up in your house." He whispered in my ear, and now I left my house in the hands of my sour ex-lover.
I looked back at him, and I didn't say anything.
Mr. Richard opened the door for me, and he took my bags away to put in the trunk.
As the car drove forward, I could see Junior standing in my front yard, barefoot in my black robe.
"I'm not one to pry, but I didn't know that you have someone in your life. You were always at work; how do you get time to date?" He finally said.
"He's not my man, he's my ex," I said.
"So, was it a case where you can't afford to pay rent alone?" he asked, I could tell he was concerned.
"No, It's complicated. I would prefer not to go into details."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll drop it." He spoke.
"Before we go to the airport, I want to take you to my favourite spot on my way to the airport."
"But we could be late and miss our flight," I said concernedly.
"No, I'll never in a million years miss my flight. If anything, the flight misses me." He said jokingly.
"What does that even mean?" I asked.
"It means my company has its private jet." He confirmed.
"Wow, what did I do to deserve this offer to be on the private jet?" I asked.
"Truthfully, you are the closest thing to a friend that I have right now. I don't even talk to the other owners. You've made my work life bearable as you make my job easier. I don't know how you do it, but I want to show you that your efforts don't go unnoticed by me." He said while we were waiting for the light to turn green.
"Thank you for appreciating me, but I've been working at the company for years and I've never gotten any recognition. So, I want to know if this is strictly business-related or…" I started but he cut me off "Oh no, it's strictly business, I won't date an employee of mind. It can affect business, and business is everything to me."
"Okay, thank you for clearing that up," I spoke. I felt a bit disappointed because he chose me instead of any worthy ladies that he knew to go on the trip to meet his family and I never felt so important in my life. I understand that he doesn't date his employees, so I will put this out of my mind.
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I couldn't. I can't stop thinking about the possibility of a relationship with this man. I've never dated anyone of his calibre before, but I can't help but wonder what if I finally get to experience a successful man?
"We are here." He spoke.
He got out of the car, and I pulled open the door. The place looks expensive. It is a place that I would probably never know about because of where it is located and because it is not in my tax bracket.
"You'll love it here. I want you to know that this trip is my treat, and you can have anything that you want." He said confidently then continued "I would hope that you would try their caramel-covered croissant. It's delicious, and the butter combo with caramel is the closest thing to heaven."
"He is a food enthusiast and a gentleman that pays." I chuckled.
"I've eaten almost any food that you can think of." He stated,
"Let's put that to the test." I challenged.
"As soon as we get inside." He confirmed.
I could fall in love with him.
"Hey, Mr. Richard. 2 times in one week. You're splurging." A well-dressed man said.
"Thank you, Osbourne. I'm leaving the country for the second time this week, and I have to let my friend try the croissant here first."
"Well, thank you for thinking of me when you come up here because it's a far way from the city." Mr. Osbourne said.
"Yes, I also want you to meet the lovely Sabrina. She is the best Paralegal there is."
"Nice to finally meet the woman that makes the man this kick-ass Lawyer."
"I wouldn't go that far. Nice to meet you, too." I said timidly.
"She's humble, she doesn't know how great she is for some reason." Mr. Richard added.
"Well, keep up the good work." Mr. Osbourne finally concluded the conversation and showed us to our table facing the mountains. They are so grand and beautifully layered across the coast.
"Is he your friend?" I asked.
"Yes, he is. My only true friend, to be honest. The others just want what I have. He never asked me to come here, but I make it a point of duty to always support him." He confirmed.
"There is so much I have to know about you.' I smiled.
"Wait until you hear that I also donate to charities as well." He joked.
"Sure, it isn't a tax write-off?" I returned the humour.
"I mean, it is, but in this case, it is a genuine tax write-off. I care about the less fortunate and others who don't have the same resources as myself. That is the reason I'm taking you on this trip."
"Wait, so it isn't to meet your family as your date?" I asked curiously.
"You will meet my family, yes, but you'll also get to meet my dad who has his independent practice there I'm going to take over in the next 6 months and I want you to come with me." He stated.
"I lived in Jamaica all my life, you think I would just up and leave like that, especially to somewhere that isn't as friendly to someone with my colour?" I asked confidently.
"Well, you don't have to decide now, I'm looking to give you a pay raise and even pay for you to finally finish law school, so you'll also be a lawyer which could lead to you becoming a partner." He explained with care in his eye.
I was shocked. There isn't a man that has ever offered me anything close to this amazing.
"Why me?" The feeling that I'm not deserving crept in.
"Why not you? Sabrina, you need to see yourself work. I know doing the same thing for years without any recognition can make you feel like it isn't great work, but I've never met a Paralegal who works as hard and efficiently as you. Which led me to believe that you will be a great lawyer and I want to invest in your future." He confirmed.
Tears started to fall on my face and Mr. Osbourne came behind us with all the things we ordered.
"Yes, girl, he can make me cry as well. Don't feel bad." He tried to make me feel comfortable.
"Believe in yourself and I will be right there believing in you as well." Mr. Richard soothed me.
He was right, every meal was a dream. I haven't tried anything as heavenly as this food.
"You were right. I'm eating from God's personal chef."
"I know. I guess we have a valid reason to go to God early." He joked, and I laughed in between wiping my tear-filled face with a napkin.
We finished eating and bid our goodbyes to Mr. Osbourne.
"I hope my surprise gave you a new good thing to think about." He said while we boarded the private jet.
"Yes, I'm grateful that you thought about me." I smiled.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Richard. Would you like your usual?" the slender, brown-eyed flight attendant stated.
"Hey, Becca. I'm full right now. Is there something that you would like, Sabrina?"
"I'm full, plus I have the leftovers from the restaurant," I confirmed.
"There you have it." Mr. Richard dismissed Becca, the Flight Attendant.
"Is there anywhere that you would like to visit in France?"
"I don't know, but I only speak English and Spanish," I said.
"You speak Spanish?" I speak at least 7 Languages. I like that you speak another language, though." He said coyly.
"The only disadvantage is that you will have to learn French as well if you move out there, do you think you can manage that?" He asked.
"I learned Spanish in 2 years. I can manage that." I said confidently.
"Well, the only reason I can speak French is because I was born there, and my family members are from France." He spoke.
"Got you. Is it okay for me to take a nap?" I asked.
"This is your first time in a private jet, and you want to spend it sleeping?" he challenged.
"I haven't slept comfortably in 3 days; I just want a quick nap," I said.
"It's no problem, just troubling you."
He instructed the flight attendant to direct me to a closed-off section with a bed, a TV and a set up like a bedroom. I fell into bed, and I didn't open my eyes until about 11:30 pm. I heard a weird sound, so I got out of bed and walked to the other side of the jet. I was expecting to walk in, and he was fucking the flight attendant, instead, I saw the flight attendant and one of the pilots kissing and touching each other. They saw me, and I could see the surprised look on their faces. I'm guessing that Mr. Richard doesn't know about their affair.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Please don't tell…" the Pilot started.
"No, he won't hear anything from me. Don't worry."
The Flight attendant said, "Thank you."
I went up to the Flight Attendant and asked her for Mr. Richard. "he's in the cockpit. You know he's a Pilot as well?"
"What? I had no idea. Wow, impressive." I said surprisingly.
"Yes, we should make a stop In Calais, France. He needs to speak with a client in person."
"Okay, I'm going to the other room. Could you let me know once he stops flying?"
"Sure, do you need anything to eat? I put your food in the fridge so you can always have it." She said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about it. Thank you very much."
"You're welcome." She spoke.
It was 10:00 am the next day, and I fell asleep at least 3 times since I caught the Pilot and the Flight Attendant. How Cliché?
Ever since I spoke with Mr. Richard about my possible move, I've been having a lot of dreams about him and our potential future. They aren't dreams about work.
Mr. Richard has an intimidating appearance. Tall and effortlessly dressed, he has the same conviction as the President in "Scandal." His brown hair bled a distinguished appeal. His brown eyes, a rich shade of brown, held an intensity that hinted at a keen intellect and a canning understanding of the world around him.
He's always dressed in tailored suits that complement his powerful structure, Mr. Richard moves with a confident stride, every step echoing the assurance of a man accustomed to navigating the corridors of influence.
He also has charisma like Denzel Washington. His tone, a deep echo, commanded attention.
"Good morning, Sabrina." I heard his calm voice with a little hoarse walking towards me.
"Good morning," I replied.
I then caught myself because I didn't brush my teeth, but I almost talked into this fine man's face.
I got up a bit too fast, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm, I'm going to use the bathroom." I stuttered.
I realized that I forgot to pack my toothbrush and underwear, so I only have the ones that I have on me. I was embarrassed. Who even packs like this?
I washed my mouth out with Listerine and went back to where he was.
"You do know I don't mind smelling a little morning breath, right?"
"Well. I'll mind for both of us then."
I noticed that I couldn't smell his breath at all. He either brushed his teeth while I was sleeping, or he has the best mouth in the world. Either way, I feel inferior because I know my breath is kicking the Listerine out of its way and it is only a matter of time before it really takes the lead.
"Well, if you want to brush your teeth, then you really need to start spending some more time because that was quick." He laughed.
"I forgot my toothbrush and underwear at home, so I didn't even…"
"So, you just have one… or I mean, I don't judge if you don't…" He stated
'Yes, I have one right now. I just need to take a quick shower now."
"Okay, if you take a bath, we'll go to the store in Calais when we stop there.
He was very kind about everything. Mr. Richard and I have been this way since I started working at the company. It started when I made a joke about his beard looking like it was in the beginning stage of puberty. At the time, he found it funny, but it came up because he was making fun of the way I walked into the interview. He liked that I could take a joke, and we've been this comfortable with each other ever since. He has always been my favourite and by the look of things I might be his favourite.
He took a shower after me, and he took a long time. This was my first time seeing a man taking more than 20 minutes to shower. I saw the Flight Attendant passed with a suit bag, so I'm assuming that he has some business to attend.
We stopped in Calais, and a car was waiting for us.
"Change of plans, I'm going straight to a meeting right now. So, I must leave you with my friend. She will meet you at the store." Mr. Richard stated. He handed me a card.
"Please do not use all my money, there is a $100,000 limit on it." He laughed.
"I can't promise that I won't…as yet." I teased.
I was excited and after we were driving through the city, a car stopped right in front of us which caught me off guard.
"That's my ride. You have my permission to buy yourself more than just underwear and a toothbrush. This is my treat to you, and I'll call you when I'm ready." He reassured.
I knew he was a big-shot Lawyer, but I didn't know that he was such a businessman. I felt butterflies in my tummy. "I don't have my phone, I left it in the car that we drove to the airport."
"No, I have it here. It was blowing up all night, but I assumed that if it was an emergency, then the person would be better off calling the police." He said with a deadpan face.
Here are the sim cards, boss." The driver of the new car handed it to Mr Richard, and he passed one to me. The driver had a French accent, and it was so adorable. When I looked at my phone, I could see messages from Junior. He sent at least 500 text messages from different Instagram accounts.
"There should be data on it, so you can use the internet."
"Thank you," I said.
We bid our goodbyes, and the new car drove off.
I didn't miss my phone because I don't use it a lot and the only person that calls me is Berta when she isn't busy and Mr. Richard. The reason I'm a great Paralegal is because I know every inch of the internet. I know how to get access to other people's devices, I know how to open a door without a key, and I know almost everything about computers and technology. Yes, I'm awesome. I'm not sure if I would take the option to move to Paris, but with Junior there in St Andrew to destroy me, 6 months should be enough to destroy both him and Gabrielle then I could move to Paris permanently. I opened my Instagram, and I saw a private account directly messaging me for almost 500 messages.
"Why aren't you answering my calls?"
"Where are you?"
"You are fucking him, aren't you?"
"I just put half your face products in the toilet, you bitch!"
"Answer your phone!"
"Remember that I'm in your house, and don't let me make good on my promise."
"Get back here."
"If you let that man fuck you, I'm going to do something to your house that I might regret."
"I love you, Sabrina. I need you to pick up."
"I'm going crazy. Just answer your phone so I know you are okay."
"I miss you."
"Fucking whore."
*Video call initiated*
The text ranges from confession of love to ruining my life and how worthless I am.
I blocked him, but about an hour later, another account started texting me again. I blocked again, and I did this for about 11 accounts in the last 2 hours.
The car finally came to a stop, and I saw a beautiful redhead girl standing in front of a store called "Haute." The driver told me that I should go with her, and she would navigate my stay here.
In the soft light of the Rue Royal Street, she stood, a vision of beauty and warmth. Her face beamed grace, and her eyes flickered with mystery. Framed by long, red hair that fell down her back, her face held a soft vision of humbleness and potency.
If I was into girls, then I would be in love. I might be in love because I'm crushing big.