As Frank debated whether to punch the man in the face or simply leave, the table fell silent. A second ago, he was very excited to meet a relative from his father's side, but it appeared that the man had bad intentions.He stood up politely. "I'm sorry; I'm sure your deal is good, but I'm not the right person for it," he said."Sit down; I'm not finished yet," Marcus replied. He was ecstatic because Frank had passed the test. Most young men would be glued to their seats, eager to learn how much work was involved or what the job entailed.He had purposefully sounded spiteful in order to put Frank's dignity to the test. It was the first time the two were meeting, and catching up should have been the order of things."With due respect, I am a very busy man," Frank replied, turning around."The deal involves two million dollars," Marcus announced.Frank froze, swallowing hard. Two million dollars would make him an instant millionaire. The man appeared to be richer than he looked.But as t
Marcus helped his wife get the much-needed shower and personally went to the kitchen and cooked her a meal. He never liked cooking, not even for himself, but he made an exception.He brought the suffering on his wife, and that was a fact that he was aware of. So it was his duty to at least cheer her up. He could see she was slowly slipping into depression, and if he did not do anything to cheer her up, he was going to end up with a depressed wife.Nera barely touched the food; she did not feel like eating but because of Marcus's effort she tried forcing herself."I have an idea," Marcus suggested.Nera raised her eyes, but she did not say a single word."Let's go on vacation; maybe a change of environment is what we need," he suggested.Nera only looked away, uninterested, as she put her food away.Marcus grabbed her hands and said, "Listen, I know you have given up.""Maybe we should just adopt," Nera replied abruptly, without thinking. For days, she had been thinking of just walking
An hour passed with Frank and his mother waiting impatiently. The stranger before they thanked him for everything. He had excused himself and called his boss for an update.Marcus and Nera arrived in Alabama the second he called, forcing Marcus to run to the bathroom to take the call."What do you mean a bull attacked him?" Marcus yelled. The plan was to run the boy over with a car."Sir, I was not sure I would not kill him with my car, and a car accident was going to be very dangerous," he explained."Are you stupid? What if that bull tore him apart?" Marcus yelled furiously. His plan was not going as planned."How is the boy?""Not good; they need to do surgery right away," he replied.Marcus began panicking; he could not believe the stupidity of the man that he just hired. If the boy died, he was going to kiss his plan goodbye. He needed to act fast; there was no way Frank would immediately go running to him.He walked back to Nera, desperation evident on his face."Is there a pro
Marcus walked away without care; it wasn't like he was obliged to help the boy even if he had caused the accident, but Frank needed to know that good morals were never going to get him out of poverty.Being good had nothing to do with success; he admired the boy's good character, but he had to drop it for this one act, save his brother, and live happily ever after with loads of cash.Frank was left standing, fists clenched, beating himself for asking the stupid man for a loan. It took all his pride away; he even wanted to get on his knees if it had gone that far, but the wicked man only wanted him to impregnate his wife in exchange for the money.He chuckled in disbelief; it was the twenty-first century, and he had never met such a backward man.His phone rang, jolting him out of his shock. It was his mother, crying on the other end of the line."Frank, they are saying I can't sell the house and the farm," she cried out."What?""I contacted a lawyer, and they said I need Angel's fath
Meanwhile, Nera finished up all the sightseeing for the day with no Marcus in sight. She had tried to call him but opted out of it.She could only assume that whatever he was dealing with was very important. Going alone to the waterfalls had given her piece of mind. Marcus's idea was not bad after all.She called the driver and asked him to take her shopping. She rarely did any shopping back home because the town was so small and any outing meant bumping into judging eyes and gossipers.The new state gave her the freedom to go anywhere without people judging her for marrying an old man or not getting pregnant.Her driver picked her up and took her to a shopping mall. He was relieved to see her finally smile.She walked into the mall with the intention of buying some summer hats. She asked an assistant in the store and was given an aisle number.She headed straight in that direction but stopped when she saw the baby aisle. A small voice told her to ignore it, but she was tempted.She c
Nera was left whispering to herself as her husband placed the card in his pocket. She was always so bad at standing her ground, and Marcus always took advantage of that. Her respect for him as the head of the house always allowed her to hear him first."OK... but if your solution doesn't work, we're going to the doctor," she stated emphatically."Of course, princes," he replied, grabbing two glasses.Over his dead body was he going to let her conceive in an unnatural? God made sex the only way to bring children into the world. He poured the beetroot into the glasses and gave her one to drink."I do not understand; how does this work?" She asked."It boasts our reproductive systems; we have to take it every time before sex," he explained. "It's an African tradition herb; haven't you noticed how fertile Africans are?" He joked."Ooh, yeah," she replied, trying to take in the scent."It smells like beetroot," she replied, unsure."Yes, it's made from beetroot and other herbs; drink up,"
Frank ran out of the hotel like a madman being chased. He couldn't breathe; he felt like suffocating on his own guilt. He was not supposed to enjoy the sex, not when he just screwed a woman without her consent.He felt a huge sink in his stomach as he stopped, and all the vodka that he had tried to hide under came bursting out of his mouth like a tsunami.He kept puking all the contents until there was nothing but the acid in his tummy.He stayed in the tilting position, staring at his own vomit. Flashes of the tense sexual encounter he was from having began flashing in his head. Her smooth skin, her hourglass shape with perfect slender curves, her scent, her warm tight flesh, and most importantly, her little mouth that made an effort to fit around his massive cock.He quickly smacked his head, snapping himself out of his dirty thoughts. He had no idea how she looked, what color her hair was, or what color her eyes were, but his hands had exploded enough for him to have an idea, which
Nera waited outside the bathroom door, wondering what was going on. "Honey, are you okay?""Just a minute," Marcus replied as he stared at the broken glass around him. His plan was not going as smoothly as he had planned.He thought he was going to be okay with another man sleeping with his wife, but he was wrong. The process was going to be rough, and stopping was not an option.Nera hit on the door, asking him to open the door.Marcus washed his face and opened the door."Are you okay?" "Yes, I am okay," he replied.Nera looked around at the broken glass."What happened?""It was an accident," Marcus replied and asked her to step out before she stepped on any pieces.He called room service and asked them to come and clean up.Nera walked to him and grabbed him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist."Are we going out or staying inside?" She asked."Out, I would love to see those places you saw yesterday," he replied. Staying in the room and bed where another man fucked h