Fabian is not a libidinous man but he remains a man after all, he, therefore, happens to have fun from time to time with a woman in hand. It's never serious. He has dedicated his life to Michaël and Mira and therefore none of his relationships last because he has other priorities.The only thing that makes him smile is seeing these children flourish and lately, it was even more true when he could see his young boss so happy with this little girl. He just hopes the two will continue to grow their relationship and lead to something greater. That's his wish anyway.Well let's go back to the women's case, Fabian is not very difficult but he's not also a stopgap type. He can go out with a woman with generous curves just as he can go out with a petite woman, the main thing is that she is wise. He doesn't like people he calls stupid and superficial.While Michaël plays attractive with his girlfriend, he will take the opportunity to clean the car then he will go get Mira because the moment has
Jeanne arrived at her new house and sighed at the almost amazed gaze of the driver. It was strange but she could imagine his point of view! She has a banal look, she does not have high-quality ty clothes, it is even quite the opposite. When someone sees her, you quickly know that she comes from the lowlands, but this girl who looks like a dungeon bag not only comes from a rich house in an upscale district of the city of Central; the swankiest actually – but now she pulls up in front of a high-end house still in another pretty good part of town. In fact in this neighborhood only celebrities even if they are low caliber live there which means this girl has to be one and the fact that she looks like a bag has to be part of a new number. So when she ran away from the house followed by this man it had to be either for shooting and she had to leave in a hurry – it's far-fetched – so yes it must have been the fact that this man it's his sponsor. She's lucky, he's seen a documentary abo
Michaël and I sat side by side in front of the piano as my heart was pounding, I kept my face down on the piano keys. It was stupid as I had barely been in his arms, and now I felt awkward being around him and our fingers touching. I have a big problem. I took a deep breath before calming down and concentrating on my lesson. I've been training for more than a month and my level is quite good – for an amateur. The melody that Michaël taught me is the one his mother played regularly and it is also the one he prefers to practice the most. Teaching it to me is a real honor for me and I want to quickly master it to pay homage to it. From time to time, I throw glances at him and I find him concentrated on his action, believing that it is only me who has the misplaced ideas. “Are you with me Emma? You've screwed up on that note twice." I catch myself shaking my head before closing my eyes and concentrating. I'm an idiot, I don't have to waste Michael's efforts to teach me the pian
The piano lesson quickly ended and it was almost time for dinner. The day before, this scene of family life had not happened, but today it is. Michaël and Mira took me to the dining room downstairs and of course, I felt quite uncomfortable despite the kindness of Brother and Sister Keller. But hey they are so insistent that it is almost impossible to say no to them so yes I gave in. So we went down to the dining room when a lady, certainly the housekeeper, announced that dinner was served. Mira is in front of Fabian while I'm closely following Michaël. I have time from my rear position to admire his back. Michaël has a fairly developed musculature for his age – between square, broad and muscular shoulders, a straight back, strong arms, and this stature of athletes. I can't believe he's just 16. He has such a mature body. It must be like he explained to me once because of his modeling job which requires him to always be in shape. I discovered that he does not have the right t
It's hard, no, it's rough. But I can see Michaël has no intention of taking his words back or looking down at his dad as he challenges him. I have already seen Michaël pissed off but there it was more in the anger that I would classify him. I already know that the guy doesn't like his father. Oh no, the guy hates his father but from talking to him like that, I don't know what to think. I'm not going to consider myself an expert in parent-child relationships or pretend to know the liabilities of these two men, but I don't want Michaël to be so upset. When I see him like this it hurts me, it's painful. I move slightly to lay my head on Michael's back and I feel him calm down. I said it before, if I can't communicate with words then I will do it with gestures and I know he will understand me I hear him sigh and finally, he turns to look at me. "I'm fine now Emma...thank you" I nod happily that he has finally calmed down and we continue to look at the father who looks at us in a
My heart was beating so fast and I felt like I was growing wings. No, Michael, it's not you who are the happiest but me, to be able to know you, be with you, touch you, and love you. I am the luckiest person in fact to have so many privileges, although I have neither the right nor the appearance. I can only feel special in this sense. I feel him entwine our fingers and even though I'm sure my hand has gotten sweaty, I don't want to pull it away. It's so nice to be like that with the boy you're in love with. For a long time, I thought that these feelings in me were just the fact that I had never experienced this and that they were not romantic feelings, but I was wrong... miserably even. I have always been in love with him, the reasons are simple. He was the first to see me as a normal person and although this may seem like a rather superficial reason, over time it has come to seem natural. Even if today another boy appears in my life, it will never be like Michael. For what
It's so embarrassing as I press my hand to my chest, throw my face aside and bite my lip. What was I even thinking when imagining languorous kisses with Michaël? He was sad and desperate so he needed a shoulder to cry on and instead of being that friend, I took the chance to satisfy my desires. What a bad person I am, it's deplorable! I preferred to escape Fabian's gaze, you have to admit that when he entered and found Michaël above me, even if it was not as serious as if he had entered a few seconds earlier – Michaël was partially raised and was kneeling above my hips, while I had raised my upper body on both my arms. The position was still so intimate but it was no longer daring as before and subject to many twisted ideas. Fabian looked surprised for a moment before blushing and scratching his cheek and clearing his throat. “I'm sorry to have disturbed you”. No, don't say such things I beg you, it's so embarrassing I want to go hide underground frankly. “What do you want,
“Yes madam, the man has been in for a while and still hasn’t come out. Indeed I see the bulbs of the room of the young lady lit .. well I will go upstairs to see what is happening » The man hung up and climbed up the wall, careful not to make a sound. He found himself in front of Jeanne's bedroom window glancing at what was going on inside. His gaze became shocked as he saw in front of him on the bed, two figures entwining in sensual movements as passionate moans and sighs echoed throughout the room. There in front of him, the woman he had to guard was having sex with the man who had just entered. Their passion grew more and more intense to such an extent that from where he was, he could hear the noises made by their bodies already soaked in sweat and shining in the dim light of the bulbs. Their sensual dance was rocked by the soft and erotic music that echoed in the room. He had to get out of there otherwise his body would react to this more than a pornographic scene. He got
Marriage, if someone had spoken to me about that a few more weeks ago, I would have started to cry, regretting having lost Michaël. But now as I'm in this room waiting for the bride's entrance music to play, I feel like I'm in a dream. I've had time to fix all my wrongs on the people I've hurt and now I can say with certainty that I'm ready to live the life that comes my way. After talking to Charlotte, I went to see Cherry. I had been so unfair to her by not allowing her to get to know each other, yet it was her dearest wish for two reasons. I am the woman his best friend is in love with and I am the best friend of the woman she is in love with. It was a bit funny these relations between us, just to say that I occupied an important place in her life without even having already spoken to her. So I went to their apartment, they were living together and because of Cherry's career, they had decided to have a common-law relationship even though a baby was in discussion. They wante
The next morning, Aden was at our doorstep. As soon as he saw me he jumped on me, lifting me up and down. I laughed at his ardor before he dropped me off. But at the same time, I heard a moan of pain as Aden complained. We looked to find Kyle frowning as he just punched Aden. "But what's your problem?" "You're the guy who was supposed to be received by the Emir I think, Aden Logan if I'm not mistaken... but who allowed you to touch my mother? You should keep your hands on you, mom belongs to Dad...” Aden felt a vein pulsate on his forehead, this rascal, he looks like his cunt father, both are so harmful. "Who are you to my mother?" Aden remained silent, he looked at Emma and smiled, he could have teased this brat and at the same time provoked his father by saying that he is the one who could have been their father, but good times when he liked to be petty are gone, now he's more mature and he's given up on the idea of hooking up with Emma one day. He stroked Kyle's head d
Indeed, I had never had an ultrasound so I couldn't imagine that I was expecting two children instead of one. But listening to Michaël I could only realize the baseness of my character as a mother. I had promised myself that I would never do as my mother did, which was to abandon my child, but that's exactly what I did. And I think I did worse because I disowned him, making him cry. My jealousy and anger kept me from thinking and I made horrible and unfair decisions. Manuel grew up without his mother, I understand his speech the day before. I was pathetic, I don't know how to be forgiven. I looked up at my boys on the bed and saw Manuel holding out his hands to me. " Mom..." I sobbed running to him as I hugged him, almost smothering him in my embrace. I've been so unfair, I don't know if I could ever make it up to you but I would do anything to erase the pain of my absence from my baby's heart. I'm going to be the mother he's been missing all this time. I beg your pardon
Kyle hung up before seeing his father bring him a meal tray. He made a face not understanding this silly smile before sighing remembering that it was his parent. "Hello my prince" " Good morning" Michael sighed, it won't be easy at all. "I brought you your breakfast, are you coming?" “I can feed myself you know” “I know it but I want to make sure you take your medicine” "Do I need to take it all the time? Frankly" Michaël smiled, he betrayed himself so easily, it was so adorable. “You have persistent asthma. For this, your pediatrician has asked that you follow a controlled treatment, which means that you will always have to take medication to avoid having severe attacks..." Michaël's eyes widened, if Manuel's meds are here then he won't have taken them since yesterday which means... " Shit" "Don't swear in front of a kid, I'll beg you" Michaël got up rubbing his hair before sighing. "Tell me where your brother is" Kyle almost choked before looking at his father. "W
I sat watching Kyle diligently eat his vegetables wondering what this drastic change was. My boy hates vegetables more than anything, but this seems to have always been his favorite meal. **Baby do you like it that much?** “Yes Mom, you are the best cook in the world” I blushed when my usually reserved son had just paid me such a nice compliment. ** Thank you, my heart..** Manuel had red cheeks, his mom is exactly as his father had described her. She is beautiful and sweet, and he also finds her cute. He wanted to have these magnificent freckles on his face but he is already considered the prettiest boy in his school so he'll settle for that degree of beauty. "Hey mum... do you have a boyfriend?" I nearly choked as my son looked at me seriously. He seemed to be waiting for that answer as if his life depended on it, where did that come from? Manuel wanted to be reassured that his mother remained faithful to his father despite the distance and the separation, not that he would
Kyle sat in Manuel's room wondering when his dad...their dad was coming back. He looked at his twin's bedside table and saw the photo of their younger parents. Emma who looked at Michaël with tenderness and the latter who seemed to dedicate a cult of adoration to the girl. He sighed, the man seemed to adore their mother but why did they separate to the point where his mother left in a panic without even imagining that she had made twins and was therefore abandoning a child? Something must have happened, Manuel doesn't know the reason for this separation either, the only thing he told him was that each time his father answered him that it was his fault that his mother was gone. Because he was not up to her. It's way too vague, he needs to know the real details, but if it turns out that it was really because his dad is a bad guy, he'll just find a simple way to protect their mum, and no more hurt his little brother. Manuel also needs their mother, it hurt him to see his brother c
" Dad?" Michael looked at his son not wanting to give him false hope. He knows how much he misses his mother and how much he would like to find his brother, but he just can't tell him that he is going to find his mother and brother without any real hope. So he'll just keep his excitement to himself and go see what's going on in Tartar. "I just got an important call from Tartar, I'm going to have to go on a business trip tonight and..." "Can I come with you?" Michaël bit his lip, each time he had to make this kind of trip, he always took his son with him but this time, he is afraid that Manuel cannot stand the extremely hot climate of Tartar and that he will relapse. Manuel has been in fragile health since birth and he always made sure he got the best treatment. He is not sure that Tartar will have excellent technical platforms like here so he hesitates. "Please Dad..." He doesn't like it when his son looks at him with those big lamb eyes, he can't refuse him anything. "Good
The room was gloomy, all the employees around the meeting table had lowered their heads in fear of their president's cold gaze as he read the pile of documents in front of him. He had put a hand to his cheek studying the data presented to him as the people around waited fearfully for him to speak. He was known to be ruthless and was quick to get rid of people he found unnecessary. He was nicknamed the big devil, nobody wanted to attract his attention, and they did not know what he could do as he was unpredictable. He was only 27 years old but he imposed a charisma and an overwhelming aura so much that no one could retort at his word. The meeting had been going on for four hours and many hadn't even had lunch yet, but they weren't allowed to complain. He doesn't like noise and hates people complaining. This is Michaël Keller, CEO of the Keller-Clark group. Indeed, a few years earlier, Jeanne had had enough of all this business, especially since Victor had decided to join his fa
Jeanne and Fabian arrived with their two children. Fabian was carrying the baby, a little boy and Joshua was holding his mother's hand excited to see Emma's children, but especially Emma. "Ah, I can't believe my baby has become a mother in her turn" "Indeed and to say that she was expecting twins..." “Her fiancé is a pervert” "Honey, who teaches you such bad words?" " I am very clever" Jeanne sighed in front of her son while Fabian just smiled. They arrived in the hospital room finding Michaël in all his states and no trace of Emma, nor the babies “Mica?” Michaël turned away tearfully as he looked at Jeanne guiltily. A few minutes earlier, after reassuring himself that his second son, who was born more fragile than the other, had been examined by the pediatrician, he returned with him to rest him in his crib with his twin brother. But to his great misfortune, Emma was no longer in the room and neither was their son. He panicked seeing papers on the bed, when he became