Quinn dialed a familiar number on her phone,"Hey mum... Yeah... I'm good..." She smiled even though her mum, wasn't there.She explained the reason why she called to her mum."I want them to meet." She said as she stared at her reflection on the mirror.Placing the call on handsfree, she dropped the phone on the table.Her mother's clear voice floated over the phone."Do you plan on revealing the truth?" Nicole questioned."Not yet mother. I have my plans..." She replied."But allowing them to meet, is as good as revealing the truth. I believe your boyfriend is smart enough to coin facts. Isn't he?" Her mother chuckled."That's his business. And mum, he isn't my boyfriend. Stop calling him one." Quinn groaned."I've heard. I'm hanging up now. Emelda sends her regards. Tell your boyfriend, I said hi." Her mother hung up before she could say a word further."Hah... So mischievous." She smiled as she admired herself.Just then a call came through,"Hey, Stephen."She apologized, and when
"Aaahh... F.ck, just like that Henry!" Quinn moaned out loudly as Henry f*cked her.Her legs were directly spread, widely apart. He thrust his length in and out of her honey pot.The lather covered their naked bodies . Quinn muttered different gibberish as Henry continued pounding into her wet core."You like it right? You like the way I'm taking you, don't you?" Henry grunted as he thrust into her."Mmmm... " Quinn nodded. She couldn't think straight.How was she supposed to say something meaningful?Her body began shaking, and she climaxed. He didn't pull out, instead he continued in a more vigorous manner than before.Soon, he emptied his load into her."Are you really, really not afraid that I would get pregnant for you?" Quinn panted as she leaned back on the tub."I've said it before. I always wanted you to have my baby. I'm not against it, if it's you." Henry breathed.Quinn turned away at his last statement."I can't seem to get enough of you, Quinn." He said huskily."You don
Kathleen was deep in thoughts. She was thinking about her meeting with Stephen, days ago.Was she making a right choice by joining forces with him?Well, it wasn't as if she was killing anyone, was she?She was merely claiming what rightfully belonged to her, wasn't she?Tapping her fingers impatiently on the table, she sighed.Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight knock at the door."Come in." She managed to say.The door pushed open, and her assistant came inside.Kathleen had to press down her urge to smile. She had been thinking about this day, for the past few days.She didn't need to expend any efforts at all.Her assistant walked over and bowed politely."Good day, President Kathleen." 'He' said.Kathleen nodded as she studied 'him'. She had watched to see if she would send in her resignation letter. If she didn't, then that would make everything easy.She wanted to see what game both of them were up to. Most importantly, she wanted to play around with her.Didn't she love
Kathleen moaned as Xander pounded into her from behind."Urggh... Fuck..." She gripped the edge of the couch tightly.Xander himself grunted as he increased his pace.'Pakk...' He smacked her butt softly.Kathleen yelped.The pleasure was getting intense...He pulled out from her honeypot, and turned her around,"You know what to do." He said in a husky voice as he gazed down at her.Kathleen seductively got on her knees and slowly grabbed his length.She kissed it's tip and poured a little spittle on it."Huh... Take my full length into your fucking mouth..." He grabbed her hair and dragged her head down to his dick.Kathleen covered her warm mouth over his dick and began bobbing her head up and down. "Yeah... So good. Take it all into your mouth." He growled out.Kathleen maintained eye contact with Xander. A look of pleasure was plastered all his face.He gripped her hair tightly and used it as rein.With one move, she took his dick deeper into her throat. She made a gagging sound
California.A hotel.Two nude bodies intertwined with each other in the dimly lit room."Aaah... Alex... Faster than that please.." Rita bit his shoulders softly.Dominick pounded into her faster, and faster...Soon they climaxed, and he lay on top of her.At her request, he had brought her over to a hotel.She insisted that his villa was no longer safe for their little escapades...Dominick tried to persuade her, but she didn't budge one bit...And so here they were...Fucking in a hotel.Rita lay in the bed, without minding the weight on her body.Her mind wasn't even focused on him... She was thinking about Kathleen had said at the mansion...What the hell could she mean by,'You look more beautiful than handsome'?What was that?She tried to turn on her bed uncomfortably.Dominick noticed her movements, and looked at her curiously."Is there anything wrong?" He brushed back her hair with his hands.Rita didn't respond, she continued thinking."Rita... I'm talking to you!" Dominick
Henry turned uncomfortably on his bed. He hadn't been able to get any sleep, since he returned from work.And that was because; he was finally meeting with Emelda the next day. That was right; he would get to see her.He was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all.What could he do then?He turned on the bedside lamp, and glanced at the time,2:00am.'Fuck.'He scrambled off the bed, and made his way outside the bedroom.Maybe he could ask Quinn for help....................Getting to her door, he took a deep breath, and pushed it open.It wasn't even locked.His heart was palpitating as he went inside...Would she turn down his request?The entire room was dark. He stood still for some minutes, trying to get used to the darkness.After a while, he spotted her figure sprawled on the bed.He smiled as he made his way towards her.Bending over her figure, he breathed some warm air over her face."Quinn? Wake up..." His voice was husky and seductive.In her drowsy state, Quinn turned a
Washington DC.In a Cafe.Henry sat impatiently on a chair as he furrowed his brows.Quinn had brought him here and told him to wait while she went to pick Emelda.And here he was... Patiently waiting for the both of them to come back.He tapped his fingers occasionally on the table. When was she coming back.There was a sound at the entrance of the cafe, and he raised his head up to see Quinn walking into the cafe with a very beautiful little girl.Quinn knew that it would be inconvenient for Henry and Emelda to meet at the Stones residence. So she had chosen this cafe for their meeting.She held her daughter's hands tightly and led her to the table where Henry was seated.Henry held his breath as he watched the girl approaching him.'She's beautiful.'He didn't blink his eyes even for once as he continued looking at her.They soon got to the table and sat down on the vacant seats.Quinn rubbed her palms together,"So sweetheart, meet my partner at work, Mr Henry. And Mr Henry," She
Henry walked out of the hospital in a daze. She was daughter after all. He hastened his footsteps to the car and hopped in a quite excited manner.So she was his daughter?He glanced at the DNA results again, and placed it over his chest. He then caressed the result like it was a piece of gold.He grinned, and then he thought of something and frowned,'Why was Quinn trying so hard to hide everything from me?' He thought to himself.She was his daughter, so why the fuss?There and then he made up his mind. He was going to 'divorce' Kathleen immediately he got home. And then he was going to visit the Stones..He was ready to do anything; anything to take back his daughter, and her mother if possible.He turned on the ignition of his car, and drove towards the direction of his family's mansion.They needed to talk.==≠===================Parker was obviously angered when he saw the photos placed on the table.. Few days ago, he had gotten a call from Kathleen; his daughter in-law.She ha
Days later… Quinn and Henry finally took Emelda from the boarding school, but she insisted on staying with her grandparents, so her parents could go on their honeymoon. "I love you so much, mum and dad!" She said, and hugged her parents with tears in her eyes. Henry and Quinn hugged her back, also tearing up. "I missed you so much, baby. We'll be back soon, then we can live together as one big, happy family with your baby brother or sister." Quinn added, and Emelda chuckled. "It's definitely a baby sister!" She squealed and rubbed at her mother's belly with a smile. "We'll find out in a few months time, baby. We have to go now. Do not disturb your grandparents!" Emelda nodded and hugged her parents, as she watched them enter their limo, leaving while waving at her. * * * “Please be quick about it..” Quinn said to the hotel receptionist and quickly dropped the phone as soon as Henry waltzed out of the bathroom, looking as though he was running an ad for a
“Stay back!” Kathleen growled fiercely but Quinn couldn’t exactly say if she was yelling at her or at Henry. Her body shook with fear as she stared at the black, metallic object clasped in Kathleen’s hands but she didn’t show her fear; She couldn’t bring herself to because she knew that that was exactly what people like Kathleen thrived on. She couldn’t give her that satisfaction. Before she came here, she had braced herself for the absolute worst; had expected Kathleen to pull a stunt like this from the very beginning. Now, it no longer surprised her. All she wanted right now was to get out of this situation unscathed. She didn’t care how she intended to do that but knew that that was her only aim. Ashley had told her that a thing like this would happen; had warned her and thankfully, she had listened. At first, she didn’t want to be scared but when she looked into Kathleen’s eyes, and saw the crazed maniacal look in them, her fear only intensified. This witch
Days later. Henry was so angry. He wanted to snap. He was pissed at everyone’s overly bubbly attitude today and was beginning to wonder if the day was his or theirs. He couldn’t really say that the day was his though because he was practically being forced…more like threatened to do this. He still couldn’t comprehend why her father would present him with a decision as difficult as this for his own personal interest, and it made him mad. The brightly lit air conditioned room still felt unbearably hot for Henry as he yanked uncomfortably at his necktie and glared against the high fluorescent lights that seemed to want to blind him. He didn’t care that his discomfort was being let out in the open and that the press could make a fuss out of it later. All he cared about was getting done with this accursed wedding ceremony and being back to the confines of his room. He drowned out the loud cheerful noises around him, wondering to himself why these people seemed a lot mo
The world felt like it was spinning in circles, and to Henry everything was in a flux. He couldn’t say exactly what stand his life held right now or what its meaning was but knew he was simply going with the flow that came. Pressing the bottle of liquor to his lips, Henry took a big gulp and winced when the fiery liquid burned its way from the back of his throat down to his chest. He loved the feeling though, but the aftermath was what he disliked. He hated how it usually made him feel crappy and how his fingers shook whenever he took it excessively. He hated it now that his hands were already shaking even though he hadn't had too much. “Isn’t that a little too much for today, Sir?” Adam asked from a corner of the room and Henry could only gasp in shock because he never knew that he was even in his office with him in the first place. At Adam’s utterance, he looked down at his table to discover that he had successfully finished about three bottles of liquor and that he
The next day. Right in front of him, sat Kathleen and her father and Henry could do nothing but glare at the both of them as they went about chattering between each other like he wasn’t in the room. Kathleen's loud giggles infuriated him, even the way she had suddenly changed her sitting position into some sort of lazy style while she rubbed continuously on her flattened stomach. On a normal day, he would’ve sent her out of the house but her father was here, and he wanted to hear them out first. “What the fuck are you both doing here?” He snarled at her father, who seemed too enthralled with talking to Kathleen that nothing else mattered. To his utmost surprise, both Kathleen and her father ignored him like he hadn’t even spoken. They ignored him like his words held no weight and that action even enraged him a lot more than he already was but he didn’t give up. He wasn’t really bothered about their attitude though, or the fact that there was something fishy becaus
Henry Zhang felt like the saddest man on earth. Well, maybe he was. He staggered up the airy flight of stairs with only a bottle of chilled liquor clasped in his cold stiff hands. “One green bottle standing on the wall… one green bottle standing on the wall…” he sang drunkenly as he trudged upwards, absolutely oblivious to the shocked stares his workers threw at him as he walked past. Truth is, he didn’t even notice they were staring nor did he care if they actually did. His body suddenly shook with a kind of cold that he hadn’t experienced before. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to anyone about how he truly felt…about how his dreams were constantly plagued with memories of Quinn and how he felt he would go crazy soon if nothing was done about it until he had finally resolved to drinking to stupor. His new way of escape… He belched, smiled at the half empty bottle and stormed into his room only to stop in his tracks when he suddenly found himself staring at the
After munching on her food, Quinn suddenly stopped and started thinking. “Are you okay?” Ashley suddenly asked, making Quinn snap her head up to look at her in puzzlement. “Huh… yes!” Quinn croaked out, nearly choking on her food. “You do not seem like you are Quinn, you haven’t eaten in days and you still aren’t eating now.” She asked worriedly. Quinn smiled at the deep worry lines etched on Ashley’s face and wondered if the lady knew she had this side to herself. “I am… trust me I am.” Quinn reassured her with a smile. To make Ashley feel better, she slowly munched on the food one after the other until she finally finished it. When she was done, she got up with the plates only to be stopped by Ashley who immediately pried the plates out of her grasp. “I’ll do it.” She simply said, balanced them on her hips and walked off, leaving Quinn wondering why Ashley was suddenly so protective of her. After a few minutes of waiting, Quinn decided to busy herself with th
Quinn's eyes slowly opened...finally. Her eyelids were heavy, almost like they had been previously sealed shut. Quinn winced under the pain. It was a little too much and her body throbbed from it. She could feel her stomach twist painfully from it too but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to understand what she was doing here when only moments ago, she was at the back of Henry’s car…on her way to her wedding reception. She wanted to understand why anyone would decide to kidnap and beat her up. She believed she hadn't done anything to deserve that. Even if she did, at least her wedding day should have just been left alone for her and her family members to enjoy. Why did they have to make it a sad day for her? She didn't deserve that. Henry didn't deserve that. Quinn was confused and at the same time, shocked and scared because she was quite unsure about who was behind all these, even though her mind was drifting towards Kathleen. But there was nothing to back
As Henry threatened, he heard the policeman gulp in fear. He could clearly see how he visibly shook right in front of him and he smirked, knowing fully well that he had inculcated fear into his spine. “Henry!” Henry heard someone desperately call out his name and from the tone of voice, he didn’t need to turn around to know that it was grandfather Richard. He begrudgingly turned around, with the gun still pointed at the police officers and rolled his eyes when he saw the deep scowl etched on the old man’s face. Grandfather was pissed, but so was he! Grabbing at Henry's upper arm, Richard yelled like he would to a toddler throwing tantrums; “Why would you come all the way here just to assault an officer, Henry?! You even went as far as pointing a gun at them! Don’t you know what could happen to you for doing something like tha—?” “I do not care about what happens to me!” Henry growled in anger, “…all I wanted was to find out if they had any idea of where Quinn could b