Since Chantelle's dress was so low cut and loose, it seemed to slip off with great ease. Noah's hands slid over her arched back, and Chantelle felt the clasp of her bra pop open. She continued to kiss him fervently and passionately, not wanting to stop, and she was feeling pulses of electricity running through my body. She arched her body closer to his, her breathing becoming louder and faster as her heart hammered rapidly against her chest. His breathing mirrored hers, and his hands stroked down her back, reaching the sensitive small area of her back until she squirmed into him even more. Her hands rushed down his body, and she traced the perfect planes of his chest with her searching hands: his muscles were perfect, every outline, every little detail of them. His chest was so smooth and muscular it made her sigh with pleasure. He reached for her bra straps and slid them off her shoulders, throwing her bra to the corner of the stable where it landed with a light thud. Chantelle's hands found his belt, which she quickly unfastened, becoming impatient with the buckle. Finally, it came off and he slid the jeans off. He pulled her on top of him onto the straw, and she briefly let go of him to remove her knickers, that minute seemed to last forever. As soon as she was done, he pulled her back to him and kissed her neck so passionately her breath caught. She moaned with pleasure, not wanting him to stop. He rolled them both over and started slowly to progress with the kissing down to her shoulder, working softly down to her breasts. His tongue tenderly traced the shape of her nipple, then he continued on down to her tummy until he got to the tips of her thighs. He stroked the insides of her thighs, then agonizingly slow, he started kissing her below there. She moaned again, this time louder, and he stopped all too soon. His lips were at her mouth again and she could feel him inside her, his own stomach pressed against hers. He gasped, letting himself take a breath, but just another minute later, she felt him entering her again, and then he was thrusting with all the force he had. Her body reacted to his, and they were both rocking until they were both hot and sweaty. Not that they stopped. She felt herself climbing higher towards climax, and felt him deep inside her, filling her with pleasure so intense that she couldn't help but scream his name. Her body was shaking, and she couldn’t breathe at all. His moans were so loud, it turned her on even more, and she couldn’t contain her pleasure. He was so perfect. He kissed her again, beginning softly, but getting harder and harder and harder and harder…
Then, somebody's car stopped right in front of them, and Noah and Chantelle pulled away from each other abruptly, not knowing who was watching them.
"Aah," Harry commented, as he walked out of his car and shut its door. He had a gun in his hand, and he held it calmly, a devilish grin forming on his face. Mini walked out of the car too, to join her boss.
Noah didn't quite understand what was going on. He and Chantelle got out of their car too, to see Harry and Mini.
"Come in, big brother, come!" Harry beckoned to Noah. Harry turned to Mini. "Mini, in their car, they have two hundred million dollars. One hundred million dollars is his own money, and the other one hundred million dollars is his brother's money, who just died in that massive explosion along with Alice." Harry looked at his gun, laughing. "Should I kill Noah and Chantelle, and steal all of their money? Well, in the world's eyes, Noah's all ready dead." Harry raised his gun.
Noah took a few steps closer to Harry, and forced him to lower his gun by using his hand. "Put the gun down, Harry," Noah said. "I'm only afraid of good people who are about to do wrong." It was true: any good person that Noah met who turned bad, would turn so bad that all hell broke loose. Harry put the gun in his pocket and burst out laughing: he had only been joking. Noah grinned too, and both of them embraced for a hug. The story began to unfold.
"The plan is brilliant. First you marry the brother's girlfriend, then you make up all this drama about the alcohol, and then you get me to have an affair with your brother again. And then finally, there's the suicide drama. And then an accident." Chantelle explained Ronan's plan to Noah. The truth was that she'd been on Noah's side all along, but had played Ronan's part to get more information off him.
"The plan is brilliant," Noah said, folding his arms. "Ronan's been taking care of every small thing. But he's forgotten one thing. I am his older brother."
Chantelle smiled at Noah. "But what's your plan now?"
"Ronan has put so much hard work into his plan," said Noah. "I don't want to make him upset by changing it all. The plan will stay just as it is. There'll only be one small change." He looked at Chantelle in the eyes. "I'm not going to be the one who's going to die. He's going to be the one who's going to die."
Noah picked up his phone. "Yeah, it's Noah here ... I'm going to Cape Town for two days ... I want to meet you."
"Yeah?" Inspector Harry Rodgers answered at the other end. "Yes, it's OK. We'll meet in the evening at the night club beach."
Noah and Harry met at the night club beach. All around them, people were walking around in bikinis and tank tops, and there were hardly any other men there except from the two of them.
"And how are you going to examine this dead body?" Noah asked, as they both discussed their plan of having Noah pretend to be dead. "In the easiest way that you can prove my dead body."
"Don't worry, partner," Harry chuckled. "When there's money, then you can do anything."
"Bye," Noah replied, nodding, and just as he was about to rev up the car again and make his way back to the stud farm, his phone began to ring. He looked at the phone and the picture and saw that it was Ronan who was ringing him. Noah grinned to himself, and then looked at his watch. "Very punctual," he muttered. Sighing heavily, he answered the phone, trying to put as much enthusiasm as he could into his voice. "Hello brother!"
"NOAH, YOU BASTARD! THE AFFAIR THAT CHANTELLE'S HAVING IS WITH YOU! I'VE FOUND OUT EVERYTHING, IT WAS YOU, YOU COCKROACH!" Ronan was yelling dramatically, trying to find the foulest words to shout down the line but got stuck with the word cockroach.
Noah laughed to himself. "Listen, Ronan, what you're thinking is nothing to do with anything. I can explain everything. Where are you?"
"ON THE OFFICE TERRACE, YOU RAT!" Ronan bellowed. This was yet another terrible word he'd used, the word rat, when he could have said an awful swear word. Chantelle walked over to him, giving him a drink of alcohol. "I'M GONNA COMMIT SUICIDE!" Ronan continued to say down the line.
"Don't do anything like that. Ronan. You've got it all wrong," Noah sighed.
"OH, SHUT UP! I HAVEN'T GOT IT WRONG! CHANTELLE TOLD ME THIS HERSELF!" Ronan said cleverly.
"Why are you saying this? Chantelle's your wife! She loves you a lot!" Noah confided. Even Noah was struggling with how to compose his responses.
"DON'T YOU HAVE ANY SHAME? YOU SLEPT WITH YOUR BROTHER'S WIFE!" Ronan roared, and then saw Noah's car approaching the office building. Ronan signalled to Chantelle to leave. Then, he continued to speak down the line. "I COULDN'T EVEN THINK THAT YOU WOULD BETRAY ME LIKE THIS!"
"Look, stop all this crazy nonsense. You stay there. I'm coming right now." Noah yawned. Chantelle had explained how everything was going to happen, so it was very predictable as to what Ronan was going to say.
Ronan sat down on the edge. "THERE'S NO NEED TO COME HERE! WHAT EXPLANATION WILL YOU GIVE ME? THAT IT WAS A MISTAKEN AFFAIR? DON'T SYMPATHIZE WITH ME, NOAH! THE PERSON WHO'S BEEN BETRAYING ME IS YOU, MY OWN BROTHER!"
"No, Ronan, that's not true!" Noah was getting tired of this drama now. He parked the car, and began rushing through the endless lifts and stairs to try and get to the rooftop as fast as he could.
"YOU CHEATED ME! YOU BACK STABBED ME! AND NOW, I'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR!" Ronan said fiercely.
Noah arrived on the office terrace, and walked up to Ronan. "Listen to me, Ronan. I know I've made a mistake."
"A mistake?" Ronan repeated. "Sleeping with your younger brother's wife, is something that you find as just a little mistake?" Ronan's face looked as if it were fit to burst.
Noah sat down on the ledge with him purpo
sefully. Everything was going according to plan. "Listen to me, Ronan. ..."
"What should I listen to?" Ronan said bitterly. "You only told me that she was a really good friend of yours. If you liked her so much then you should have just told me, Noah! I wouldn't have married her!"
"First off, you get off this ledge. Then, I'll explain everything to you." Noah was getting incredibly frustrated.
The two brothers continued to argue, and that's when Chantelle arrived through the door that led to the open office terrace. She walked slowly but surely, wearing a very revealing green mini dress and silver high heels, her dark hair blowing in the wind. Noah saw her from the corner of his eye, and nodded at her, all a part of his plan.
Chantelle pushed Noah, hard, across the ledge. Noah toppled backwards, struggling, holding on to the ledge with just his fingertips. He made a dramatic scene, trying to climb back on, but was finding it too hard to grasp.
At this very moment, whilst Noah hung on from the ledge, Harry was frantically fastening a wire to him, so that he wouldn't fall properly. Harry also had the wire attached to himself.
"I still love you, Noah," Chantelle said in a seductive way, although her voice was edging with a bitchy tone. "But twenty million dollars is a lot of money. I'm sorry."
Ronan's face filled with delight, a disgusting smirk plastered on it. "I guess this is where we say goodbye, Noah." He gave a devilish grin to his brother.
Noah and Harry fell together. On top of the glass, they had planted a fake dead body of Noah on top of it all ready, so all they had to do was give the glass a bit of a push with their feet as they fell down, and the glass shattered, the fake dead body fell on to the ground.
Harry continued to laugh in the present time. He gave his puffy hair a bit of ruffle. "You give me a bit of a crack, don't ya, Noah dude?" Harry grinned, as Noah laughed too, biting the end of his sunglasses, and then putting them back on.
"Chantelle," Noah called, "give Inspector Harry Rodgers his share."
"You know, I've always hated my name," Harry commented. "Harry Rodgers ... what kind of a name is that? I've always fancied a name like Robert de Costa, so people would call me RD for short, ya know? Short and snazzy ... and a bit Spanish."
Noah laughed half heartedly.
Chantelle nodded and went to the boot of the car, where she took out one of the briefcases filled with the money, and then strode back to join them. She handed over the briefcase to Mini.
"Take your money and keep it in the car," Noah told Mini, and more of the story began to unfold.
Harry, Mini, Chantelle and Ronan entered the republic building of South Africa.
"Come on, come on," Harry beckoned to Ronan and Chantelle because they were both walking so excruciatingly slow. He chuckled at the lollipop that he had held in his hands. "Lollipops are for licking, I know, but I eat them." There was a big SNAP as Harry crunched through the lollipop.
"What was the need to call us over for body identification?" Ronan asked, wanting Harry Rodgers to change the subject from food and to the main thing.
"I understand that you witnessed everything that happened but we have to do this for procedure," Harry said, continuing to chew the lollipop and munching the bits in his mouth hardly with his canine teeth.
Harry opened a huge tray where Noah's body was kept. His face was swollen up with purple marks on his cheeks, there was a huge dashed scar leading from his forehead to his scalp, his arms were a bluish green colour with more purple bruises on them, and Noah's chest looked as if it had been cut open as there was a terrifying black mark etched across it. Mini gasped and Chantelle let out a small sob. Mini couldn't handle it anymore: she ran out of the room.
"This is your brother?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Ronan confirmed, without the slightest trace of emotion in his voice.
"You're a pretty brave fella, aren't ya?" Harry commented. "Many people don't like seeing their dead brother's bodies, but you're handling it pretty well."
"Well, he's going to have to stay brave, isn't he?" Chantelle provided for Ronan. "Now, he has to take on all of the responsibilities: the office, the house ..."
"Hmmm," Harry said vaguely. He put the white sheet back on Noah's body and shut the tray. "You're right."
"When can we claim the body?" Ronan asked vaguely, scratching his chin.
"We can't give you the body until this case's investigation is complete," Harry stated matter of factly. "Now, you both go to the office and I'll be there in two ticks. You can establish whatever you want to with your staff."
Chantelle and Ronan nodded, and followed suit as they walked out of the room where the bodies were kept.
When they were all gone, Harry shut the door firmly and went back in to the room. He opened the tray where Noah was, and began to chew on his lollipop as he did so. He grinned at Noah and Noah opened up his eyes, laughing. Sitting up straight, he began to remove his injuries: His face that was swollen up with purple marks on his cheeks, the huge dashed scar leading from his forehead to his scalp, his arms were a bluish green colour with more purple bruises on them, and his chest injury which looked as if it had been cut open as there was a terrifying black mark etched across it. They were all fake and had just been stuck on.
Mini, Harry, Noah and Chantelle continued to talk.
"OK, we'll be off now," said Harry.
"All right," Noah replied, nodding. He took Chantelle's hand in his and kissed it softly. "Bye." Chantelle and Noah drove off in their car.
Harry revved his car up.
"Sir," Mini piped up, "sir, I've never seen as much money as this in my life."
"It's all to do with hard work," Harry said hotly. "Now open up the briefcase and see it, then."
Mini grinned and opened up the briefcase, which was filled with money. But right on top of it was a flashing piece of equipment. "AAAH!" Mini screamed. "BOMB!" Harry stared at her as if she was stupid. "Bomb, bomb, bomb!" Mini continued to cry.
Noah and Chantelle drove back deliberately. Noah took out a trigger as Mini continued to scream. Noah pushed the trigger - and then the flashing stopped, and so did the beeping. Mini stared at it, feeling embarrassed.
"For two hundred million dollars, if you tried to kill me, then you wouldn't have survived either," Noah commented, a devilish grin plastered on his face.
Mini and Harry burst out laughing.
Noah revved up his car again. "I hope we never meet again," Noah grinned.
"Yeah, yeah," Harry smiled. "Smart boy."
They both drove in opposite directions, ready for a new beginning.
Race is on my mind
Race is in my soul
Race is in my life
My heart is racing on
Race is on my mind
Race is in my soul
Race is in my life
My heart is racing on
Oh yeah...
Race is on my mind,
Race is in my soul,
Race is in my life,
My heart is racing on.
Your intoxication is intoxicant.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
When I'm touching your body,
A ll my touches are driving me crazy.
Leave it just on baby,
No need to worry...
Passionate burning,
I’m burning like the sun.
No matter what,
I'll fall for nobody else.
Underneath your curls,
That's where I wanna stay.
If you wish,
I’ll give you my heart away.
I'm hot... so hot...
I could fly,
That's just how
You make me feel...
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
Bridging the gap,
we don’t wanna live this way.
My life,
I'll leave for you everything.
I dream of you alone,
I thirst for you alone.
I’m never feeling down
As long as you’re around
It’s hard to control,
I'm losing my soul,
how to control,
I love you forever.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
race is on my mind,
race is in my soul,
race is in my life,
my heart is racing on.
Your intoxication is intoxicant.
God is invoked,
I am overcome by recklessness.
Being apart is tough,
yes, when it comes to your love.
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