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
Marcus was left holding the door in shock; he could not believe the audacity. He was tempted to yell but quickly restrained himself. "Are you honestly going to stand there with the door open?" Frank asked."Did I call you?" Marcus whispered in an angry tone."I have a shift tonight, so I want this done away," Frank replied.Irritated, Marcus grabbed him by the collar and said, "What if my wife was in the right state of mind?" He yelled.Frank looked over at the bed, even though he could not see the woman's face. He could see her fingering herself, unconcerned with the two men arguing in the room."She looks drugged up to me," he replied without care.Marcus held on to his neck tighter."You are enjoying this, ain't you?" He pulled on his collar. "You are enjoying fucking my wife!"Frank glared at the man, pissed"You mean fucking my aunt, point of correction," he replied, pushing the man off of him. "You are wasting both of our time, or are you saying the deal has been canceled?" He
Realizing she was all alone in the room, Nera decided to rest for a few hours before getting up. She could not believe Marcus left without telling her where he was going. She rolled on her back, exhausted, as she grabbed her phone to check what time it was. Seeing that she still had some hours, she decided to go back to sleep. After some hours, she got up but still found herself alone in the room.She dialed his line but could hear his phone coming from the bathroom. She got up and tiptoed to the bathroom to find his phone and laptop in the bathtub. She stared at the two items, confused, and wondered how they got in the bathroom. She grabbed them and placed them on the table.She was now worried, so she decided to call the driver, who confirmed Marcus was with him even when he was not."Can I talk to him?" She requested."No, no, he is in a meeting; it is urgent!" The driver lied.Nera cut the call, wondering what type of meetings were so urgent that he would leave his phone and la