Sweet Sin - S01 E08

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Sweet Sin - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

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[Kiss Fashion Clan]

Among other skyscrapers, Kiss looks cute and at the same time rigid in it’s blinking pink and blue color.

You can’t work in here if your face card isn’t a solid ten. Dora made sure of that, and throughout the few months she spent in rehab, her Manager also made sure of it.

All the staffs here are s+xy—males and females.

No fashion company has confidently beat Kiss in operations and designs.

Dora’s designers are unknown, but she releases new unbeatable designs every week which is still an unraveled mystery.

This morning, gists and gossips flew over every desk in the building cos Dora isn’t here yet anyways.

There’s still time to mong.

“Hey, you know why boss spent three months in rehab?”

“Isn’t it because of her crazy head? I mean…we all know how she rolls.”

“I feel like they all need therapy in that Redd family.”

“Not my issue. I’m ok so far my salary hits my account monthly.”

“Boss is here!!!” One of them screamed.

That was all they needed to scatter to their seats.

Everyone reached their workstations within a minute, and Dora came in in the company of her manager and guards, her black shades giving her the usual look of a top hawk.

No one looked up, but as she strolled to her office, she talked….

“The three staffs in charge of my phonecall alert, clear your desks and leave. Y’all are fired.”

“Miss, but we called you! We called like twenty times this morning! You didn’t answer!” One of them gasped.

“That only means you didn’t call enough. You Are Fired!” Dora finalized before entering her office.

The three began tidying their desks.

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[Sunnyvale Hotel Lobby]

Allison said thirty minutes, but Seraphina has been waiting for an hour now, and Allison still didn’t show up in the lobby.

Her event must be taking longer than expected, so Seraphina waited.

Allison must have told a hotel kitchen staff to serve her cos she was served wine to soak her throat.

She has been taking little sips while looking online for job opportunities, but it’s sad.

The business world is dominated by people she knows.

Redd Holdings is owned by her own father and older sister Kimmy.

Kiss Fashions is owned by her younger sister Dora.

WIE is owned by her husband.

Even Genevieve, her mother is dominating the movie industry.

The faces of the mentioned people are all-over magazines and business news as part of the most successful people in the country.

But here she is, wilting away.

Her university education was stopped when she was in her second year cos her parents claimed she wasn’t bright enough and schooling her further would be a waste of money.

She tried to sponsor herself, but no one bought her crotchets.

Her history is a real mess.

She lost interest in the wine and dropped the glass, checking her account balance.

She doesn’t even have up to 50k.

Then, whisperings came from the lobby desk behind her.

“The unsuccessful daughter of the Redd family?”

“You recognize her too?”

“Who wouldn’t recognize a failure in the midst of successful people?”

“If I were her, I’d throw myself off a cliff. I mean…even her younger sister is filthy rich!”

“I heard Dean St. Graves married her for contract.”

“Why else would a successful, handsome man like him marry her?”

Seraphina pretended not to hear shit.

It’s not the first time people gossiped her right in front of her. She focused on searching for online jobs that’d hire a dropout, but then someone sat beside her.

She looked up, surprised to see Allison’s sister—Bexley.

“Bex?” She smiled.

“At this rate, you’re more of a sister to my sister than me.” Bexley said with a slanted expression.

Bexley isn’t lively like Allison, and there’s a limit to her likeness for Seraphina.

Sometimes, Seraphina feels like Bexley doesn’t even like her.

“You look good,” Seraphina complimented.

“Of course I’m shinning. I’m not jobless, and I don’t go around wearing wide long skirts like v+rgin Mary.” Bexley shrugged.

“What?” Seraphina muttered.

“The event is still going on?” Bexley stood, her extensions curling down her back lavishly. Her lashes fanned like she’d fly. “I guess I’mma call her then. I can’t wait one more minute.”

With that, she bounced out, her heels sending signals as they tapped.

“Phina!” Allison’s voice made Seraphina stand quickly.

“You didn’t take long at all, trust me.” She joked.

“I’m so sorry, darl. Your husband came for the event at the last minute, so I had to wait and connect!” Allison explained excitedly.

“Dean was there?” Seraphina asked, wondering why she didn’t see him enter. Unless he took another door different from this lobby door.

“Yeah, he came with the VVIP from the special elevator, and he donated two billion dollars for charity! I’m still gagged!” Allison chatted on, but when her eyes caught what Seraphina wore, she gasped.

“Phina, no….this ain’t it. You promised to drop this dress sense once you got married, so what’s this? The long skirt covering your knees again? No jewelry? No makeup? The excessively covering long-sleeve top?” Allison scolded.

“I can never get comfortable with open dresses, Lis. Can I be left alone? By the way, your sis came.” Seraphina replied, changing topic.

“Bexley was here?” Allison blinked. “And she didn’t wait?”

“You know how she is.” Seraphina shrugged.

“She’s gon call, I guess.” Allison shrugged back. “Now, let’s hit the spa! I can’t wait to have some spa time with you! And don’t even tell me you’re not gonna get your nails and lashes done.”

“You know I’ve always hated how nails and lashes look,” Seraphina complained. “and…

“Girl, c’mon!” Allison pulled. “You’re a married woman now, drive your husband crazy with these things! The thongs I bought you for your honeymoon, I wonder if you even wore them at all.”

“Allison,” Seraphina sighed.

“Fine, no nails! No lashes! But let’s go spa and receive massages!” Allison pulled her, and she followed, smiling.

“I’ve got myself a prude as a friend!” Allison sang.

“Stop!” Seraphina laughed as they stepped out together.

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[Wrath Investments Empire]

Kelly went with Dean for the fundraiser event at Sunnyvale Hotel, but she went with him as the company’s Analyst.

For now, Dean suggested it was better they kept their relationship a secret till he’d be done with Seraphina.

So they can’t be lovely in the open.

When they got back to the company, she walked beside him with her face ahead like a professional staff.

Here, staffs don’t need to see Dean coming before they get to work.

They work even in his absence cos there’s always lots to do anyways. Everyone works hard for their pay.

So everyone’s focused on their systems on every floor, no single noise, not even a beep till they arrived at Dean’s floor.

Dean’s secretary rushed out of his workstation, meeting the two by the door of Dean’s office.

“Sir, I was told you went to the fundraiser with Analyst Kelly, and I was surprised cos it’s my job as your Secretary to—”

“Who’s the Boss here?” Dean cut in.

The Secretary looked confused for a second before he got the point, then he nodded. “It’s you, sir. You have the power to choose whoever you want to follow you up.”

“Good,” Dean said and entered the office with Kelly who shut the door gently after them.

She didn’t wait a heartbeat after the entry. Her hands were already all-over Dean’s body, loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, attaching their lips in a desperate kiss.

Dean went with her pace, dragging her office skirt up till the fabric bunched on her waist.

He pulled away her g-strings and placed a finger on her clit, testing her wetness. And of course she’s hot.

Kelly broke the kiss, panting high as she undid his belt.

“How impatient,” Dean murmured, hurling her to his desk.

The glass held her back.

“We were in public for two hours at the fundraiser, and it was hard to pretend to be just your Analyst. I want you now, Dean.” She breathed, pulling his belt off.

Dean twisted her, and she bent over the desk—as if programmed to do it.

“Tell me this Empire belongs to us, and us alone. This is what your twin brother will use to pay for what he did to us. You’re never giving this place back to him. You’re the CEO, and I’m your First Lady, the future Mrs. St. Graves.” She said, moaning, grabbing the desk edges tightly.

“He’s stuck in the Church, so there’s no way, Kel. I’ve got the best lawyer, judge, and skilled establishment assassins on my payroll. I’ll have to be dead before I can let go of this place for him.” Dean uttered, inserting himself in her slick ass.

“Jesus fuckin….yes please!!” Kelly moaned. “Yes yes! Fûck yes!…ohh!!”

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[Redd Holdings]

As the company’s Project Manager, Acosta has been busy since the investment came in yesterday.

Today got worse.

Work has started on the giant hotel building with the constructors, but the first day funds was taking too long to come in, so Acosta angrily came back to the company, barging into Kimmy’s office.

Kimmy sat behind her desk with a unnerving smile like she had been waiting for him to come which is actually true.

She intentionally delayed the funds.

“Here you are, Costa.” She relaxed on her swivel.

“You tell me why the starting day funds hasn’t been issued and sent! I kept calling, and you kept declining like you knew what you were doing!” Acosta shouted at her face.

“I needed to remind you who’s in charge after the shit you did to me in bed last night.” Kimmy shrugged.

“You’re intentionally stressing me cos I didn’t f+ck you good last night?” Acosta’s eyes widened.

“You know damn well what I can do, so you shouldn’t have triggered me!” Kimmy stood suddenly.

“If I fail to deliver my quota at the site today, you know your dad’s gonna chew me out!” Acosta spat.

“And how is that my problem?” Kimmy chuckled. “I’ve always been the perfect Chief Finance Officer, so this is your shit to fix!”

Acosta angrily gave her shoulders a push, and Kimmy fell back on her chair, getting overpowered.

Instantly, Marley entered, catching Acosta by surprise.

Marley came straight for him and threw a lethal punch to his mouth.

Acosta lurched back with a bursted bloody lip, and Marley nearly threw him the second punch, but Kimmy quickly stood and blocked it.

“Dad, no!”

“He pushed you! I saw it!” Marley glared hostilely. “If assault is his talent, then there’s no need being here shamelessly mooching off my family! I knew marrying a black nigga was risky, but you didn’t listen!”

“Dad, I’ll talk to him.” Kimmy tried again, still covering Acosta.

“In thirty minutes, get back to the construction site, or I kill you!” Marley threatened.

“I will,” Acosta nodded.

Marley stormed out of the office, and Kimmy faced Acosta, reaching for his face to touch…

He moved away, wordlessly walking out of the office.

Kimmy sat back, sighing. “Shit.”

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[Savior’s Alive Church]

At 7pm, Saint’s bike stopped in front of the Church gate with a screech which nearly bore holes on the tar.

He didn’t come alone on the bike.

He came with Grimm who sat in front of the bike while he drove.

Grimm jumped down from the bike immediately it stopped, and Saint smiled intentionally, looking at the Church gate which is wide open.

“Go on it, Grimm. Go get your owner inside. You deserve to stay with him.” He said with a head tilt.

The black dog followed his words, running into the Church fast.

Saint got back on his bike, wearing his helmet before grinning.

“The Sisters and Brothers better be wearing underwear. This assy dog is as wicked as it’s owner.”

He drove off.

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[Dean’s Estate]

At 8pm when Dean arrived from work, Seraphina isn’t in, but the house ain’t as silent as it should be.

It’s not silent cos her sisters are here.

Kimmy and Dora.

They sat in the expensively designed living room, and they look like they’ve been waiting for a while now.

“Our in-law is finally here,” Dora stood, chewing from an apple she took from the kitchen.

Kimmy kept sitting. She’s eating a really big long cucumber.

Dean looked elsewhere for Seraphina. She’s nowhere.

“Oh, your wife? She ain’t here,” Dora came closer with a cocky lift of her slim shoulders.

“We came to say hi as we missed our middle sister, but too bad she ain’t in.” Kimmy smiled.

Dean nodded.

He clearly told her to always get back home before 7pm.

Now at 8, she’s still out?

“What are you gon’ do to her when she arrives? Kiss her for being a good wife?” Dora stood in front of him.

“Let’s hear it, in-law.” Kimmy stood behind the two of them.

Dean’s hand went to his belt buckle, undoing it smoothly. He pulled out the belt, hung it on his shoulders, and began rolling up his sleeves.

“I’m killing her.” He stated.

Dora and Kimmy’s eyes met instantly.

While Dora smiled roughly,

Kimmy sat back, crossing her legs…

“Can’t f+ckin wait.” She said, biting threateningly into her cucumber.

TBC.