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Captive Heart: Hearts In Peril (Episode 7)

Posted by on September 9, 2016.



The next few days were a blur of activity for Helen. Visitors trooped to Lionel’s home to welcome him back from the United States and the house staff had to see to their entertainment and comfort.

Helen had an apartment of her own in a street not too far away from the house, but as the managing the house activities grew more intense, she had to spend a few nights in a small room that adjoined her office. In Lionel’s absence she had only used it a few times, but now she was practically living there.

Despite how busy she was, she kept a careful eye on Bernard and his activities. She had even suggested to her boss, two days after his arrival, about hiring some private security.

“Private security?” Lionel replied, raising his brow in surprise. “Don’t we have adequate security in the house here? Or did we lose some staff?”

“No, sir.” Helen hastily assured him. “The house is secure. The guard dogs are healthy and up-to-date on their training, and the four security men still follow their strict rotation timetables. That’s not the area I’m concerned about.”

They were seated in Lionel’s office, which was the only place Helen felt secure bringing the topic up. Bernard always seemed to be hovering around her. She had waited for an opportunity to get Lionel alone, and when she had seen him slip into his office to make an international call, she had followed him in after a few minutes.

Lionel leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers, frowning as he regarded her thoughtfully. Helen became distracted by the furrows on his brow. She pushed down the sudden, insane desire to lean forward and use her fingers to smoothen the lines off his forehead.

She shifted restlessly on her seat, careful not to let her legs bump into his, where they were crossed beneath the desk between them.

The office was cool and quiet; the shelves of books and thick carpet seemed to swallow every sound, but she could hear her heart thumping and the sound of Lionel breathing.

Helen, get a grip, she thought to herself. Who has time to be crushing on an engaged man?

“Is there something you’re worried about, Miss Bassey?” Lionel asked suddenly, leaning forward. “Something specific?”

Helen groaned mentally, wishing she could open up and tell him about the kidnap plot she had overheard. But she had zero proof; it wouldn’t be wise to accuse Bernard of anything.

“I just have concerns about… how things are everywhere, sir.” She said quickly. “Criminals have gotten bolder, and influential people like you have to be more careful. I’m not suggesting a convoy of screaming police cars to accompany you everywhere, but perhaps we could arrange for a private security firm to provide you with a person or two to follow you around when you move around town.”

She took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn’t think she was being too insistent.

To her relief, he smiled. “Thank you, Miss Bassey, for your concern. I know the issue you’re trying to avoid mentioning. Kidnap.”

She looked at him, startled. Why had he said that? Had he somehow heard of his cousin’s plans too? “Sir, I don’t…”

Lionel spread his arms, smiling. “I understand, Miss Bassey. I didn’t get this successful by being stupid. I run a successful business consultation firm, I’m popular, I’m not exactly poor, I just came back from a foreign country… so I know I’m prime target for kidnappers these days. I know.”

Helen felt relief and disappointment at the same time. She was relieved he knew he could be kidnapped, but she was disappointed that he didn’t know where the threat was coming from.

“Just to put your mind at ease, I will take your advice. I have a friend who runs a security outfit, I’ll give him a call this morning and retain the services of his men. I suppose I could get one to move around with me…”

“Two.” Helen interrupted before she could stop herself. “More, if possible.”

Lionel raised his brow again, “Miss Bassey, it’s not like I’m the President of Nigeria. Why would I need more than one bodyguard?”
As he was speaking, the office door swung open, and Helen turned to see Bukola sashay in. she was wearing something that looked like a second skin, moulded to every part of her body. Helen stared in awe. It was the tightest dress she had ever seen.

“Bodyguard?” Bukola drawled in her husky voice, “Lionel doesn’t need a bodyguard. I’m here to guard his body, aren’t i?” she walked to the desk and propped a hip on one corner, before leaning forward to kiss Lionel.

Lionel laughed as he returned the kiss. “Of course you are, dear.”

“Why the talk of bodyguards? Is everything okay?” Bukola asked.

“There’s nothing wrong, dear.” Lionel assured her. “It’s just Miss Bassey seeing to my safety, as usual.”

Bukola turned to Helen, raising one perfectly arched brow, “Well, Miss Bassey, is something wrong? Is there something we should know about?”

Helen hesitated. Wouldn’t it be better for her to just tell them about her concerns? What if she said nothing and then Bernard succeeded in getting his cousin kidnapped, and possibly hurt? How would she live with herself knowing she could have warned them?

Should she tell them?

To Be Continue

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4 Responses

  1. Hmm na wa o

    by Nick on Sep 10, 2016 at 6:39 pm

  2. NO

    by Anonymous on Oct 22, 2016 at 12:55 pm


    by Anonymous on Oct 26, 2016 at 9:51 am

  4. Exactly

    by Dope on Jan 10, 2017 at 4:07 pm

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