Paris quickly turned Brad over since he was lying on his belly. She checked his breathing and realized he was unconscious."What happened to you?" She cried.She struggled to lift him from the ground and put him in the back seat of her car. Afterward, she thought about who to call and realized there was no one from his family whom she knew.She decided to take him to her family's hospital and quickly drove away in her car.At the hospital, she sat down and stared at him as he laid unconscious on the bed. She recalled how he had told her that he didn't feel too good. At the time, she had thought he was lying and just wanted to ride with her.Nevertheless, she let him ride in her car and told herself that it was goodbye after all. What if she had refused and driven away? What if he had slumped by the side of the road and wasn't rushed to the hospital in time? Or what if she didn't come out of her car at the bus stop and quickly drove off?Her hands shook as she thought about everything
Paris turned her attention away from everyone and quickly went on her knees, hugging Angel as she asked, "What are you doing here, honey?""I scrapped my arm," Angel replied sadly while showing Paris an injury she had sustained while playing at home."Her parents and daughter's nanny all came into the elevator at this time, while ignoring Brad who had moved to the side to make room for them."Good evening, everyone," he said but only the nanny answered his greeting. He was still shocked that a little girl who looked just like he did when he was a kid had called Paris 'Mommy' and Paris was truly acting like her mother at that point, asking the little girl how she hurt her arm with eyes brimming with tears.As he stared at the little girl, he could also see a little resemblance to Paris and she seemed to be around six. This could only mean one thing; the little girl was his daughter with Paris. This meant he had gotten her pregnant that night.He could not blame her for not telling him a
PARISMy heart skipped a beat. Of course, Brad figured it out. He didn't ask me about Angel's identity but spoke about her in a way that showed he was sure of what he was saying."I think you should worry more about your health first," I told him. "If there's anything for us to talk about, we'll do it afterward. Goodnight."I was about to hang up when he said, "Hold on, Paris. First of all, I want to thank you for bringing me to the hospital. You chose to save my life when you had the opportunity to be rid of me forever. I also want to thank you for unblocking my number. I really appreciate it.I've spoken to the doctor and he said I will be discharged first thing in the morning. I will eat healthily and follow the doctor's directions. That is a promise.I am strong enough to walk. Please let's meet tomorrow, I'm really anxious.""Fine then, I'll call you in the evening," I replied before hanging up.I sighed and threw my phone on my bed. I could not deny that I was very scared. If Br
Paris folded her arms and smiled, "You know, I heard you were dying and even though you don't deserve any sympathy from me, somewhere deep inside, I felt sorry for you.I felt sorry for the boy who ended up having a whore for a mother. After seeing you throw yourself at men in the club and getting rejected, I felt disgusted and didn't want to spend another second there.But thinking about it, you seemed really pathetic, so I made the effort to come here.""For what?" The woman snapped. "To gloat? You call me a whore but are you any better? I guess you do the same thing I do, you just have age by your side. I was more beautiful at this age you know and it was all natural.I can see you went under the knife and worked on your horrible nose. Your bag looks expensive and so do your shoes and clothes. What are you here to brag about? Aren't you being funded by a man? Or are you going to tell me you went to the club to feed your eyes?You ruined my life, my career, and my dreams, Paris, and
"Please, come inside," Brad said to Paris as he opened the door and made room for her.She walked into the house and her eyes darted around the house, "Nice place you got here.""Thank you," Brad replied. "Please sit down."She shook her head, "No, it's fine. I won't be long. You said something on the phone last night and that's why I came here. You seem to be under some kind of misconception or illusion about the little girl who called me mom at the elevator last night."Brad shook his head, "No, there's no such thing, Paris. Let me show you something."He dashed into his bedroom and came out with a photograph. On it were a man and woman, seated with a little boy in their midst.Paris instantly knew who the little boy in the picture was because he had the same facial features as her daughter. The resemblance was undeniable.Brad observed her expressions as she stared at the picture, but she gave nothing away."So?" She asked, handing the picture back to him. "What does that prove?"B
BRADIt felt like a dream but I had finally made progress with Paris. I still could not believe that I was a father to a little girl and when I walked into the home of the Lawsons and came in front of the man Paris knew as her father, I faltered, especially because our first meeting had ended with bad results for me.He seemed surprised to see me at first but then his expression relaxed and he focused his gaze on Paris.She sat beside him and greeted him fondly before saying, "I brought Brad to meet his daughter.""Go...good evening, Sir," he stared at me for a brief moment without a reply and turned his attention back to Paris."If you have decided to let him meet his daughter, then you can take him to her," he told her and I heaved a sigh of relief.I followed behind Paris who led the way to a pink-colored bedroom. It was decorated with so many toys and teddy bears that what I held in my hands seemed insignificant.The little girl was watching a cartoon while sitting with her nanny
PARISI had deliberately left Brad with Angel so they could spend time alone and I asked her nanny to stick around until she went to sleep because I wanted to shower.I had thought Brad would call me to let me know when he wanted to leave. I was about to dry my hair when I heard a knock on my door.I thought it was the nanny but to my surprise, Brad was the one in front of my door. I knew my dad was still in the living room and he was a light sleeper.He would have stopped Brad from coming up to my room unless he was convinced I wanted him in my room. The fact that he didn't stop Brad, meant he had sneaked past him and that was enough to make me doubt his intentions.I knew clearly how I felt around Brad and I wasn't letting myself fall for his plan, whatever it was.I folded my arms and asked in a harsh tone, "What are you trying to do, Brad?"He chuckled, revealing his dimples which always reminded me so much of my Angel, "Relax, Paris. You sound like I'm your enemy.""You can be my
Brad lifted Paris off the ground and carried her to the bed. After laying her on it, he pulled off his shirt and looked into her eyes, his desire obvious as he claimed her lips once more in a passionate kiss.He cupped her breasts and fondled them as he lowered his head to get a taste.She gasped in pleasure when his tongue touched her nipples, while some of his fingers made their way to her ladybits, rubbing it gently until she was dripping wet.He quickly undid the buttons and Zip of his pants, pulling it down until he was left with his singlet and briefs.Paris closed her eyes, panting for breath as a wave of desire consumed her. Her lips quivered and her thighs danced as Brad replaced his fingers with his tongue, sucking her pussy and filling her with pleasures she never knew existed."Paris?" The sudden sound of Mrs. Lawson's voice as she knocked on the door made Paris' eyes shoot open and Brad instantly looked up at her as his body stilled.Paris' heart thumped and she stared at