She groaned out of her throat as he pinched deeper into her nipples."Ohh fuck!" She muttered a moan. "You say what?" Bryan asked releasing her nipples from his fingers and slapped her breast in which it moved simultaneously, swinging in realm. "Oh fuck!" She repeated her response, closing her eyes as she endured pains of pleasure from his hand against her breast. The slap was so painful that it made her grumble in pain. She tried to move backwards but as he noticed her attempt he used his other hand and pinched her left nipple. "Ooo," she whined in pain. "You want more?" he asked with a grin on his face as he watched her body giving response to his every touch. "Ye-yes," She replied, already feeling her wetness down there. "I will do more than 'more,' my love," Bryan said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.The telephone in the office suddenly rang, interrupting them and bringing them back to reality for a moment.Bryan hissed at the telephone, annoyed that it had interrupt
**** Aysel knocked softly on the glass door of Bryan’s office, and upon hearing his invitation to enter, she pushed it open.There he was, engrossed in typing on his computer with an unusual level of seriousness that caught her off guard. Aysel arched her brow in amazement. "What could be bringing about that look on him?” Aysel thought but she quickly dismissed the thought, knowing it wasn't in her place to pry into his personal matters cause it had nothing doing with her. Besides, it's good to realize that he was not always lecherous and had some seriousness in him. Aysel cleared her throat to get his attention and as expected he looked up from his computer from across his desk. A broad smile appeared on his lips the moment he saw it was her, his very own feisty kitten. "You actually came ?" His voice initially held a note of surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "Welcome, welcome. I'm glad you're here," he said cheerfully."Please, take a seat so we can talk more comforta
*** Slender fingers held a card and swiped it at the top of a scanner, followed by a click indicating the door had been opened.Mikhail pushed the door open and entered the luxurious hotel room. Every piece of furniture had an elegant black and white aesthetic, including the bed. The tiled marble floor glistened under the chandelier's light, and a fresh scent of air freshener wafted the room. A small smile graced his lips as he entered, feeling at ease. He placed the card in a slot on the wall, designated for such cards, and removed his sunglasses.Mikhail had worn the sunglasses to avoid the gossips and whispers from the crowd. His rare green eyes often attracted unwanted attention, and he wasn't in the mood for it. Despite his efforts to remain inconspicuous, he still garnered attention, as the sunglasses only added to his already striking appearance, with a few strands of hair falling across his face, giving him the look of a hot movie star or model. Despite his distaste for cr
"Stella! Why would you push a customer to the ground? Huh? You didn’t just push a customer, you had the audacity to push down an old man who is old enough to be your father! “ "Hey! Watch your tongue! Don’t say that to me ever again in your miserable life, you hear me? “ Stella warned, pointing her finger to demonstrate her anger at Aysel, "Don’t you dare call that old frog my dad! You have no right to do so cause you’re even worst than a frog! You look like a monkfish! Yes! A monkfish! That’s what you look like!“ Laughter erupted in the reception area by a few passersby who heard Stella calling Aysel a monkfish.Janetta didn't want to laugh but she could not help it. "A monkfish is pretty hideous!” She thought. She could only try to tighten her lips from letting out the whole thing from her throat. Aysel also heard the old man by her side chuckle at the absurd name Stella called her which made Aysel more angry. "I won't argue with you. But keep in mind, if such happens again
"What was she talking about? Did she find out about my relationship with Bryan? How could she possibly expose it online without any evidence? Or does she...?" Stella's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation. Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden realization."Miss Brown, I'll check my system and get back to you soon," Janetta told Aysel before leaving.It didn't take long before she returned with a woman beside her, whom Aysel guessed to be his daughter."Is she your daughter?" Aysel asked the man, who nodded with a bright smile that reached underneath his wrinkled eye bags."Yes, she is my beautiful daughter," he murmured, moving forward to hug her.Aysel smiled unconsciously as she watched them."Emily dear, you left home in such a hurry that you forgot to give me my medication. My chest hurts once in a while, so I had to come over before it gets severe," he complained emotionally.Meanwhile, Emily had a perplexed and complicated look on her face when he hugged he
"You've installed the camera, right?” Mikhail asked the fella seated in the driver's seat. "Yes, I have. Once we get to the hotel I will activate them and they will begin functioning in sync with your phone or laptop,” "Hmm. That's okay,” Mikhail nodded and turned to watch outside the tinted glass as they passed the streets and roads of Texas City, lost in deep thoughts. ***The following day, Scarlett decided to execute her plan by making him fall unconscious by the armed men whom she paid and then dragging him to the hypnotist. But it seemed like her intent would be a hard one to do. "I never knew your fiance moved around with bodyguards following him up,” Jasmine said to Scarlett who was seated next to her in a barely tinted black car. "When did he fucking start taking bodyguards along with him wherever he went? Since the previous day, it's either Jack was following him or Troy or any freaking guard! Can't he move around on his own? “ Scarlett screamed, banging her hand agains
***It was evening that same day and the sky had a twilight shade of blue and orange on it. The streets were all quiet but it was not like they had been noisy before, it was just off like the whole neighborhood went on a vacation and it was just Camellia and Aysel that were left there. Aysel noticed it when she highlighted from Mr.Fred’s taxi but decided not to be bothered about the odd quietness. She had just returned from work in an optimistic mood. Her round cheeks were glowing, looking chubby but not that much to have indicated she was pregnant. Once she paid Mr.Fred and waved him goodbye, she happily made her into her home. Surprisingly, she did not need a key to come into the house, the door was not locked which is something very rare for her mom cause her mom was a security-conscious kind of person. The switches in the sitting room were turned off when she stepped in, and the curtains and windows were closed, causing the place to be a pitch shade of darkness. Aysel made u
"Point of correction, it's not "our” it's "my” baby. So if you want a child, go get one elsewhere,” "And what's with everyone always giving me names?” Aysel thought internally. "First, it was Bryan, then Stella, then the oldie, and now it's him?” Aysel felt like giving herself a hard slap so she could wake up from the horrible nightmare she probably might be having. "Umm..Rabbit, I want you to sign..”Aysel frowned more at the nickname he kept on calling her which she obviously disliked. "Don't dare call me that ever again,” Aysel cautioned coldly. "I see… You want me to leave you? To leave your house and stop calling you annoying names?” He grinned like there was something coming up in his head. "Yes! I want you to leave and never return, Anthony Garcia! Stay away! Stay away from me and my child!” Aysel yelled, pulling away from him. She can't bear breathing in the same space with him. "Why bother struggling to leave when you know you can't?” He chortled at his powerless Rab
"Yes, but I never got the chance to confess to your mommy. I only admired her from afar, and when I finally decided to confess, I was unexpectedly taken away from school," Mikhail complained, a hint of sadness in his expression."That's bad," Alexis sympathized, feeling sorry that the love story between his mom and Mikhail had been left unfinished."But it's alright. When I visit next time, I'll make sure to ask your mom to marry me!" Mikhail declared confidently."Hooray! Mom is getting married! I'll have a daddy!" Alexis cheered."Shh! Remember, keep it a secret, okay? Don't tell anyone, not even your mom," Mikhail cautioned, placing a finger to his lips."I promise I won't!" Alexis vowed, and Mikhail affectionately patted his head."You're such a good boy," Mikhail praised with a warm smile.As Alexis and Mrs. Penelope entered the hospital, Mikhail headed towards his car.By the time Alexis had finished his ice cream, and he eagerly ran to his mom."Mom! Can I see the baby? Please,
"No one should breathe a word about the late baby to my wife. It's our secret to bear. Alexis and the rest must keep quiet. I'll inform my father-in-law when he arrives," Xavier instructed quietly."Understood," Aysel nodded, relieved to see Xavier looking more composed than before."Janetta has been moved, and the baby is in the incubator. The doctor wants to see you now," Aysel informed him."Good, I'll be back soon," Xavier replied, flashing a brief smile before heading to the doctor's office.Aysel faced Mikhail with a sincere smile of appreciation on her face. "Um..you are?” Aysel asked. Mikhail extended his hand with a charming grin. "Mikhail Valor," he introduced himself, knowing his name might ring a bell. Mikhail’s grin on his lips never faded away as he continued smiling at her confused adorable face. "Yes?..” He said. "Do I know you from somewhere?” Aysel asked, knowing that his name sounded very familiar. Mikhail's grin remained as he replied, " No? Yes? Maybe you kno
Aysel could not just find herself accepting someone else calling her child a look-alike of Anthony Garcia. It's like a forbidden word to her ears. loud cries continued from the labor room in the background admist. "Aysel, be calm. What's up with you all of a sudden?” Mrs. Penelope asked, walking over to meet her. Mikhail raised his hands up as he got up to his feet, towering over Aysel’s average-looking height. "I mean no harm. What's the need to be so angry? Fine, I won't repeat that again.” Mikhail apologized immediately. "Mom,” Alexis called, pulling Aysel’s hand and Aysel peered down at him, the anger in her eyes still visible. "Don't yell at Uncle. He is nice and means no harm to me. He was only saying, he didn't mean to raise any issue, mommy. And uncle had helped take Aunty to the hospital in his car after the accident. I was on the road, crying and trying to help Aunty but all my efforts turned useless. No one came to help except him,” "What?” Aysel exclaimed, shocked to
"Get your ass up, Aysel. You have a lot of chores to do, don't you?” Aysel sat up and grabbed her phone. She dialed a number and it got connected in no time. "Good morning, Mom,” Aysel beamed with a wide smile on her glowing face. "Good morning, dear. How are you and my grandson doing? Hope he isn't giving you a headache, right?” Camellia asked on her side of the line. "Yes, he is! He made me chase after him a lot before he agreed to go to school! I even hurt my arm because of him!” Aysel exclaimed frustratedly, rolling her brown eyes as she let out a hard sigh. "Though, he is off to school now,” Aysel said, getting up from her bed. "It won't be bad if Alexis does give you a headache besides, karma is real. You did the same thing to me when you were little,” Camellia muttered with a small giggle. On leaving the room heard something from her mom which made her forehead form a line because she wasn't sure if had heard it right or if her mom had even said anything. "Did you say s
Five Years Later. "Mama, please! I don't want to go to school!" pleaded a young boy of around five years old, his wavy, short brown hair bouncing as he darted around the spacious sitting room. Seeking refuge, he scurried behind the dining chairs, attempting to evade his determined mother."Alexis, come back here! It's time for your bath, and you have exams today," called out a young woman with a similar shade of brown hair, neatly tied up in a bun. She wore a simple, flowing dress, but her face showed signs of exhaustion. She had been chasing after the mischievous little rascal for several minutes now, but he adamantly refused to comply, insisting that he didn't want to go to school! "I don't want to! I hate my teacher! She always pulls my ear and calls me a naughty boy, even when I haven't done anything wrong!" he exclaimed in a frustrated, childlike tone, as he came out from his hiding spot only to swiftly move to another, repeating the pattern."Did you just say you did nothing
"I know you love us, Anthony. Talk to me, tell us if Scarlett is forcing you to do this against your wish. I know she is, cause the Anthony I knew over the months would never point a gun at his son and wouldn't ask for a divorce. So speak up Tony and end this DRAMA!” Aysel yelled, abruptly approaching Anthony once she found the chance and took the gun from him but Anthony quickly had his fingers around the trigger and shot it at Aysel. Janetta's quick-witted eyes saw it coming and she quickly pulled Aysel away as it grazed Aysel’s cheek slightly. "Ahh”Aysel let out a yelp, her palm on her cheeks, as her tears grew in her eyes, feeling the slight stinging pain on her cheeks. "Mr. STEWART, give the damned papers to her right now!” Anthony commanded in a formidable tone. The man who was lost in the unfolding scene happening before him jolted out from it. "Ahem. Yes. Yes,” He cleared his throat and went forward to meet the lady who had her hand in her cheeks. "Mrs. Aysel Brown, pleas
Here are the divorce papers you asked for from me, Mr. Anthony Garcia. "Hand it over to her “ Anthony instructed, gesturing towards Aysel. The man followed the direction Anthony pointed at and his gaze fell on Aysel who stood before him with her petite figure like a bottle that would break any time soon as her body shuddered slightly and a teardrop rolled down her crimson cheeks. Her tears caught his eyes and he felt a sharp pain in his chest as goosebumps formed on his skin. He turned back to Anthony with a questioning gaze. "Her?” he managed to ask with hesitance in his tone. "Who else? Give it to her, so she can sign the pages and leave my estate immediately,” Anthony commanded, sending a chilling aura down his spine. Xavier could not believe everything that was happening. He could not accept that Anthony was changing towards Aysel and her child. "Are you being serious right now, bro? Aysel is your wife for heaven's sake, Anthony!” Xavier palmed his forehead, letting out a gr
"Let me take him instead, Mississippi. He’s a Bruh, not some Barbie boy. I'll care for him. Alexis does t want you. He wants Uncle Xavier,” Xavier said as he tried to carry Alexis away from Janetta. Janetta almost bites Xavier's hands. "Don't you even dare take him. He almost fell from your hand earlier today when you stubbornly tried to carry him. You know you don't know how to handle a baby but you won't learn first. You just do what you want! Stay away from Alexis, Xavier. You can't handle him,” Janetta stated, and Xavier crunched his face into a frown. Xavier rolled his eyes and Aysel could only let out a sigh. "They're still doing their puppy love as it looks,” Aysel thought inwardly as she shook her head. Mr.Garcia didn't come with them cause he heard something very important came up in the underground so he had to attend to it. When they got to the door, the door wasn't opening which means it was locked from the inside. "Jack! Troy! Drake! Come over here!” Janetta commande
Pushing the door open, she found Aysel dressed in a blue hospital gown. Her brown hair cascaded loosely on the pillow as she lay on the bed with a baby cradle by her side.Closing the door behind her, Janetta couldn't contain her smile as she approached Aysel, the joy of the new arrival evident in the room."Janetta,” Aysel muttered as she tried to sit up on the bed. She had a smile on her face but carried a little hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Hey, Aysel, how's my little nephew doing?" Janetta whispered as she cautiously approached them.Walking over to the white baby cradle beside Aysel's bed, Janetta laid her eyes on the tiny pink bundle wrapped snugly in a sky-blue blanket. The baby, with his long, thick lashes peacefully shut in slumber, brought a smile to Janetta's face."Oh, he's just adorable. But it seems he's still fast asleep. Should I pick him up now, or should I wait until he wakes?" Janetta inquired excitedly, her joyful smile reflecting in her deep blue eyes.