Nina groaned when her phone started ringing.
"Ma’am. Should I bring it to you?" the massage man asked her and she closed back her eyes. This was supposed to be her me time. Who dared to call her at this ungodly hour?
Didn’t she have the right to unwind?
The therapist kept massaging her soft body with his hard hands. In the past, Nina and been involved with her massage men too but not anymore.
Now she wanted to keep all her focus on Rafael. The thought of him brought a smile to her face and she squeezed her eyes.
The massage therapist had moved the covers down to place soft punches on her jiggly ass. Nina exhaled a long relaxed breath.
God! She needed a vacation.
Her eyes suddenly widened in excitement.
How about I plan a trip with Rafael? It will do good for his mental health.
"Ma’am! Is the pressure correct?" the massage man asked her and she hummed.
However, she frowned when her phone started ringing again. She regretted not switching it off.
The massage therapist stopped rubbing her shoulder blades, "Umm. Ma’am. Are you sure, it’s not a family emergency?"
Heaving a long sigh, Nina got up and reached out to pick up her purse.
"Yes?" she spoke after receiving the call from the guard whose duty was outside Rafael’s daycare.
"Ma’am. A woman was trying to talk to Mr. Rafael Sinclair," Nina felt the blood freezing in her veins.
"Which woman?"
"Ma’am. Her name is Sheila and she is just sitting here quietly, not responding to any of our queries. She just told us her name and that’s it."
Nina quickly wrapped the sheets around her chest and got up from the massage bed, with her phone still stuck between her shoulder and her ear.
"Keep her with you until I reach there," she snarled into the phone.
You need to bear the consequences of defying my orders, Sheila. Now don’t blame me as I already warned you.
She muttered under her breath and went inside the changing room to wear her clothes. This time she was in no mood to spare the bitch.
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Sheila was waiting patiently for Nina, sitting cross-legged on the side of the road. Right now she wasn’t crying nor she was talking to anyone.
Maybe Alex also faced some kind of torture and then went mute. She couldn’t imagine what her son went through behind her back but one thing was confirmed. This was Nina’s doing.
The guards weren’t letting her even move. The passersby were giving her suspicious glances where one guard was standing close to her with his gun in his hand while the other one was standing at some distance.
She offered her hand to Sheila, "Come on, girl. Let’s talk like real women this time. No holding back and no judgments." freeweɓnovel.cѳm
"Tough day?" Miles asked her and she shook her head with a smile.
"Not at all. I went for a body massage and then picked him up. I’m very relaxed," Miles was about to say something when his faithful butler rushed into the living room with a pale face.
"Mr. Sinclair. There is bad news," Miles and Nina looked up with a scowl on their faces, not aware that little Rafael was standing in the doorway of his room.
Nina asked the butler in concern, "What happened?"
"It’s about Ms. Sheila. They found her dead body in the jungle and she had the same deep triangular injury in her belly that was found on Shane and Naila’s bodies."
Miles slowly turned his head to look at Nina but she shrugged and threw her arms in the air, "Great! Just what I needed to hear today! Now the police will again try to pin it on me."
In a fake rage, she picked up her purse and was about to leave the room when she saw Rafael standing there.
"Sweetheart! You aren’t in your bed yet," she went to him and scooped him up, "Come on. Mommy will make you sleep today."
She adjusted herself on Rafael’s narrow bed and started brushing her fingers through his damp hair.
As always he immediately closed his eyes and Nina thought he had gone to sleep, "Now everyone is sleeping peacefully and no one would dare to disturb us, Rafael," she whispered near his ear, "My little one! I know I took away your parents but I assure you, I’ll compensate."
She placed a small kiss on his forehead, not knowing that the child wasn’t sleeping. He heard every word and those words would remain stuck to the back of his little mind and would come back someday.
Everything would come back to him when everyone would least expect it.
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