Chapter 2 THE BROAD LEAD WAY

Upon seeing the entrance door being opened, Linda crazy pals hopped out of their cars at the same moment and catwalked toward where Linda and her maids stood while wiggling their asses seductively.

They dressed gorgeously and sumptuously.

"We show up to cart away our friend," Diane declared as she stood facing Bee.

"Woah! You look gorgeous, those maids of yours got some capability. May I buy one and get one free?" Matthias mumbled, her cheek lifted in a probably.

"Well, before you can buy, I have already paid for Bee," Florence chimed jovially, shrugging.

Bee scowled, drafting her eyes through and for, from Matthais to Florence.

Watching those wealthy ladies fight for her, she didn't think she would ever agree to live in anyone's house except Linda's. Those snazzy friends would suffocate her with their craziness and attitudes.

"It is Bee I need," Matthias insisted, facing Florence.

"Even if you quarrel from morning till night, those ladies you perceive as maids, are sisters, so they are going nowhere," Linda admitted.

Bee and Ashley glanced at each other and giggled.

"I am the one who orchestrates today's outing, But you people arrive here to chatter about maids," Sofia pouted, feigning anger.

"Care like you never crave for one, we all know you," Diane decided to spice the atmosphere.

"If you ignite any babble, you know what I am capable of!" Sofia snapped, feeling hurt.

"Your craziness isn't half of mine!" Diane retorted.

"Are you people here to invite me out or you come here to exhibit your craziness?!" Linda yelled with an air of authority.

Abruptly, those who were quarreling softened down.

Linda had been the only matured one out of the six. The others were termed "The crazy five"

They admired Linda for her maturity.

It wasn't that Linda wasn't crazy, but she got threshold. She could be crazy and still have the patient.

If Linda's friends had learned about the daily loquacity of Frank, they would have dealt with him.

She didn't want family dilemmas.

Only Linda had an impoverished experience.

Her friends were from affluent setting.

They were all amberted except Linda

She is a widower, same as being single without a living spouse.

And they were all career women.

Diane was a top notch model.

Sofia was a medical doctor. She owned her own private hospital.

Florence was a musician. A prevalent one.

Matthias was a CEO of a fashion garden, a collusion of fashion houses and magazines.

Pauline was a judge.

They were all in their early twenty.

Brilliant, smart, gorgeous, ambitious, outspoken, beautiful, wealthy and powerful.

They all jointly inaugurated a club for ladies called the sweet twenty club.

The club was a global ranking and outstanding NGO for twenty years plus old ladies.

They funded them in training, gave them a career or appointed them. The alumni of the club donated yearly as auxiliary capital to run it.

Linda was the administrative general of the club. She ran it. She had 50% shares in the club. While the others had 10% each.

The club global ranking was as a result of Linda's competence.

That was the rationale that inspired her husband to willed her his companies and properties.

His brother would only defraud all his sweat over the years, he had thought.

Moments later, they drove into the Broadway club.

Restricted, for only billionaires.

They drove into the parking lot, everyone in her own car.

In slow motion, they put on their eye shades at the same time. They stepped out at once as if they had rehearsed together.

They gazed at the surroundings in a rehearsal mood and then turned to Sofia.

She nodded. They grabbed their handbags from the cars and glimpsed at their cars as they all stepped away in unison and walked majestically in unison into the Broadway's club structure.

Men are dripping saliva.

"Woah, those beautiful and hottest babes!"

"Can I have their numbers!"

"Diana, will you marry me?"

"Linda is my babe!"

"I must have one of them!"

"I am ready to give them the whole world just to have one of them!"

Just some tables away from the entrance door, a burly figure sat watching.

Ethan overheard the other men as they slobbered over the sweet twenty ladies.

He had heard about them and had encountered two or three of them.

This was the first time he would be catching a glimpse of them concurrently.

Acknowledged, they were stunning.

But he had orifices on Linda.

She was the kind of lady he yearned for.

He had investigated about her. He comprehended everything about her. Even the one she wasn't conscious of.

He would explain to her everything himself at the precise time for him.

But for now, all he wished for was to create a moment for her to fall for him. He had made a mistake in the past on her which regret and would like to correct.

He didn't need to force her. The first time he did it to a lady, his heart was shattered into pieces.

All Rose cared for was to be called a queen. He had been carried away by her beauty and charm.

He was arbitrary by love to detect the other side of her demeanor.

She had abandoned him to marry another royal prince, whom she pressed him to make her acquainted with on the royal day, the festivity of royal families and had broken him to pieces without a goodbye.

The sweet twenty ladies seated around a table assigned to them.

A burly bar man walked to them and they ordered what they wanted.

They have unison taste.

They started guessing one another about what had happened at their various workplaces.

"Prince, you have been itching to date Linda, this is your best chance to attempt your luck," Eric , Ethan's assistant whispered into his ears.

Ethan shook his head.

"You don't understand, those snazzy friends of hers, I don't wish for their craziness," he explained.

"Oh...okay," Eric muttered, continuing to stare at them as their table was some space from them.

The bloom of music growled higher.

The ladies stood up to dance and twitch their asses except Linda and Sophia.

Ethan excused himself to go to the gents

The barman arrived with the ladies' order.

He plopped it open for them and was pouring it in their various wine cups. His eyes dashed to the half unearthed boobs of Matthias, flirting out upon her blue shirt. He forgot that he was pouring the liquid into Linda's glass.

The liquid overflowed and spilled into Linda's pink flower gown.

Sofia stood and bestowed him a fluttering slap.

Every eye was on them.

And the word "ooh!" shattered across the large hall, even the music couldn't stop those who were sitting far from them not to hear the ugly sound of the slap.

"Is your perception so blind to see that the liquid has already overflowed?" Sofia harshly yelled at him.

"Pardon me," the bar man spat shamefully, shivering as he realized what occurred.

"If you know how exorbitant that dress cost, you won't say pardon me!" Matthias yelled at him.

"I caught him peeping at your boobs. He wasn't paying attention when the liquor spilled over," Sofia explained.

Matthias sauntered to him and gave him a resounding slap.

"You! peeping at my boob? with your stinky eyes?" she shrieked and then burst into an annoying laughter.

"Pardon me," he mumbled again with a jerking voice.

Matthias sent another resounding slap across his face again.

She wanted to kick him when Linda halted her.

"Stop! Do you need to eliminate him for peeping at your boobs?" Linda intervened as she stood up.

There was laughter all over the club.

"Just let him go," Linda added and Matthias obeyed as she backed away with a scowled grin at the barman.

"Give me a minute," Linda said to her friends and then walked toward the ladies to tidy her stained dress.

Then she shoved into someone...