The whistling of the wind outside was almost deafening as it swept through the empty space, rustling Adam's hair. He unstrapped King's car seat, and then scooped him into his arms. King's head rested on his chest, but his legs flailed wildly. "I want--I want popsicles, uncle Adam. Get me one, please. Daddy isn't being nice to me today." "King, I know you want it now, but you need to listen to your Daddy. Your doctor friend wants you to--" "No! I want it now! Nana will–will--" Sighing deeply, Adam stroked the little boy's back as he watched his face crumpled like a handkerchief. Facing the sturdy skyscraper, his phone rang. With one hand firmly holding little King, Adam shoved the other into his pocket, rooting his phone out. From the other end, a grey haired woman in an elegant white gown idly sat in a rocking chair, her legs crossed, facing a huge fireplace with a wide mantle. She watched intently as the fire crackled. The glowing flame illuminates the dimly lit room. Behind her,
Right outside Diamond mall, thunder rumbled as lightning crackled down, illuminating the tarred road, with rain pattering furiously. At the parking lot, Adam unfastened King from his car seat. The happy little boy skipped as they entered the well lit mall. Shoppers turned and stared lovingly at the cute and adorable little boy gripping Adam's hand as they found their way in. "What flavor would you like to have, King? They have lots here." With a smile, Adam playfully stroked King's chubby cheek. "Hmm…" Little King pinched his chin and tilted his head back slightly, deep in thought. Adam chuckled lightly, noticing the loving eyes on the boy. Everyone stopped and stared at the adorable child laughing ecstatically and doing a happy dance as he gazed at the popsicles displayed in front of them. "I want that… that… that…" King licked his lips. Leaning against a shelf, Adam stood beside the little boy. Then his phone rang. He quickly shoved his hand in his pocket, he froze, staring at
Right in an elegant, modern suite, on the highest floor of the hotel, Kelvin stripped himself bare, then strolled into an exquisite bathroom seeping sweet smell. He stood under a showerhead, lather his body and let the lukewarm water cascade down his glass skin. The steam rose, dimming the view as he showered. Now, all done. He slipped into a bathrobe, dialed a number and poured his thunderous voice through. His face contorted with fury. "I'm gonna fucking kill you with my bare hands! How dare--" A soft knock on the door, trailed his voice. Kelvin gazed at the door, furrowing his brow. His jaw clenched. Out in the hallway, a quivering figure, drenched from head down, stood by the door. When they turned their faces toward their view; it was Adam. He chewed his nails nervously. Inside the suite, Kelvin pressed a button on the smooth wooden nightstand beside the neatly made bed covered with a comforter. Beside the bed, a red toy train and other colourful toys were neatly placed in a
"Mom, I've got no time for this. Please." "Let me speak with my grandson. What's this joke?!" "King has gone to bed, he said his goodnight early because–" "You can't fool your mother, Kelvin! I'm gonna take the first flight back home to see my grandson!" "Stay and get better for fuck's sake, Mom. He's fine! Christ!" Still on the screaming call with his mother, Kelvin paced around his suite. His hand constantly ran through his hair. His bare chest flashed every now and then at the uniformed cops standing by the door. Beside them was the cowering Adam still drenched in his wet clothes. The night had moved too fast, and every minute spent awake, the hole in between, stretched wider in their hearts. "Take your rest, Mom, I'm gonna call back when it's dawn." "You know I speak with that boy every night." "Please rest, Mom. My son misses you too, and you know it." "Ok." With a soft tap on his lit screen, the call was cut off. Furrowing his forehead, Kelvin's head snapped towards th
"Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" Natasha stepped into her home and was startled by the figure munching on an apple. The bunch of keys slipped out of her hand slapping hard on the carpeted floor. "I'm here for Mr. Hanord. I'm carrying his baby." "Could you repeat that?" Locking eyes with Natasha, the young woman put her hands on her waist. "You heard me, ma'am. He should take responsibility for what he did." "Oh really?" "Yes. Since he forced himself on me, he should be able to force himself to fend for the baby. I don't have any money." Natasha bent down and grabbed her keys. Her knuckles whitened. "Come on, let me take you to him." "You will do that? Why?" "Do you want to meet him or not? He doesn't live here anymore." "Oh…" The young woman dragged her feet behind as Natasha led them out of the apartment. ****** At Elite Kiddies Lounge Is this a joke or what? How is she here, with my son? Squinting his eyes at Syntia, Kelvin crossed his arms around his ch
"Hope you wouldn't mind me asking, sir." "As long as it isn't a foolish question." Taking her eyes off Kelvin, Syntia swallowed. "Where's his Mom? I think he needs his mother." "He should be in bed. Come have your bath, son." "I want Mommy to do it today. Mommy was great last night, Daddy." Kelvin crinkled his nose as he looked Syntia up and down. "I'm sure it wasn't a good bath, King. I'm gonna get you to doctor Smith for a thorough checkup." "No, Daddy!" He jabbed his little finger toward his father. "It was good! I don't like doctor friend with stinky stinky bitter candies!" "Were there purple roses you love so much?" King shook his head, glancing at Syntia. "Then it wasn't good, my son. Your skin should always be flawless. Always. Remember that, okay?" "Yes, Daddy." "Take my son to his bathtub and give him a proper scrub." He stood up and sauntered off. Frozen in place, Syntia's face crumpled. "Don't tell me that arrogant man just insulted me in my face, just because… c
As the morning light streamed through the suite, King jumped out of bed and pulled his father off Syntia's body. "You don't get to touch Mommy!" His voice was sharp and clear enough to shake the adults off their slumbers. Twisting her face, Syntia stretched. Yawning softly as she slowly opened her eyes. "King!" "Get off the bed, Daddy!" Syntia swung her legs down, spotting her, King jumped into her arms. She picked him up and kissed his forehead. "Good morning, King." "King is happy, Mommy." "That's sweet, baby." King pointed fiercely at his father rubbing his face and grunting groggily. "You didn't get me that toy, Daddy. You never get me anything!" "Did you wake me up because of a girl's toy, King?!" "It's not. They're cute, Daddy." "I'm not gonna get such a toy for, my son. Play with the ones you already have if you won't choose another." King wriggled out of Syntia's arms and jumped in his father's, ranging blows at him with his tiny fists. Kelvin blocked them with his
"Save it, Syntia with a letter S." He chuckled softly, turning around to meet her naked eyes. "The only thing I want is putting smiles on my son's face. I'm glad he could find something worthy in you like his father has found something too." Syntia's jaw hung loosely when her eyes caught the blinding skin of the towering man in front of her. Drooling was a bit low, to say the least. "How much are you offering, sir? I need to be sure." "We could discuss that after sending my son to his room. I'm already naked… we can lock King in his room now and fall right on the bed." "I want frosted cereals, Mommy. Please feed me some." Glaring at his son, Kelvin backed away from the trembling Syntia. "I was only talking about caring for King, not warming your bed… sir." "You can go to the pantry over there. Everything you need is right there." He sauntered toward the bathroom. "If you need to go shopping, let me know, I'll take you there myself." "What about his school? I mean–" "There won'
Feeling the rage emitting from his mother, Kelvin stopped his attacks on the exhausted Cynthia instantly. Then he looked over his shoulder, his eyes widened as he spotted his mother's grim stare. "Has it gotten to this, Kelvin?!" As though bathed in shame, Cynthia looked away, burying her head in the backrest of the couch. "Mom?" Kelvin Swallowed hard, his cock still buried in Cynthia's pussy. Venice rushed over and pulled Kelvin off Cynthia's body. Cum spilled across the floor as she dragged her son. "How dare you bring a girl in here to stain my favorite couch? Have you no shame?!" "Mom, I–" "Just cover that body right now! I'll deal with you later." Venice pointed to a blanket nearby, shutting Kelvin up. Wrapping his lower body with the blanket, Kelvin glanced at the silent searching for a deep hole to bury herself. "And you, you came to my house with my son just to get screwed, huh? Aren't you supposed to be in school right now, studying to become smart? Because it's clear
Out in a shabby neighborhood, Lucas opened the backseat of the car door, standing still as Hanord got out. His fitted t-shirt and jeans made him look younger and dreamy."You look good.""You're looking handsome in that."Releasing a small chuckle, Hanord gave way for Hera to get into the car. His droopy eyes was like he was stripping Hera off her shorts and top. Sitting at the extreme end of the car, Hera caught Hanord's eyes following her like a shadow, her face instantly turned red."Thought you'd still be in the hospital. Why'd you come home and not stay there to get fully well?""My a–""Hera, get back here!"As Hera's eyes flew open, Hanord's mouth hung open when she tapped at his crotch, glancing out the window."Your hand, He–""My foster Mom is gonna come for us! Please drive, Mr. Hanord!""Foster Mom?"Nodding her head, her eyes were fixed out the window. A woman with a dangling skin crawled out of the tiny house, kicking off the empty plastic bags littered across the front
In that dimly lit room, the door flew open. Hanord and Natasha rushed in, panting heavily with their lips joined and their hands going around, touching things on each other's body. Clothes were getting ripped off and soon they were body naked with their clothes scattered around."You sure you wanna do this? You know the last time you almost died in my arms." He chuckled softly, while his hands opened Natasha's legs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself in the middle.Blowing out air, Natasha slid her hand below and grabbed Hanord's dick, still quite out of normal, then aimed it at the entrance of her pussy. As she locked eyes with Hanord, she gripped his arms tightly. "I want you badly right now, Hanord. Go all the way, I'll be alright.""The way I see it, you'll get hurt again. It'll stretch your pussy too much. Why don't we wait until–""Drive your fucking dick in, Hanord, and stop quenching that fire pushing us to fuck hard! Give me everything you can, come on!"Exhaling s
It was a hectic day that crept through the chilly night. The Blakes were all over the place, still trying to put this and that together to save their mental health, while Syntia and her family were busy unraveling hidden shades blocking certain areas. While the night stretched farther, Venice couldn't keep her mouth shut at the shocking things that her son dropped on the table before her face."Take care of your grandson and stop thinking of other things that would trigger a problem for me.""And think this is some kind of joke to you, Kelvin?""Just let me shut my eyes a bit. It's been one busy time in my life. Please, just let me rest a while before you come at me again."Glaring at her son, Venice rose from the edge of the bed King was laying, with a ventilator stuck to his nose. "I wanna see them in one room, like right now.""Later, Mom.""I said, now!"Kelvin glanced at the monitor that the zigzag lines shifted a bit, and frowned at his mother. "Put down your voice when you're i
Getting to the recovery room King was put in, Kelvin and Hanord almost threw the doctors on the floor as they rushed past them. Stopping in front of the little boy who seemed thinner than the last time they saw him before he went under the knife, Hanord and everyone else in there, watched the mighty Kelvin shed a tear. Then another, and then more as he slowly lowered himself, kneeling by the bed as he fumbled with his son's hand."My boy…""Little King has fought so well, sir. The surgery went well.""When will he open his eyes?"Grinning wildly, Smith glanced at King who layed peacefully on the bed. "The anesthetic given will wash off not so far from now, sir. He should be able to speak then. But…" Shifting his eyes to Venice who layed on the other end of the bed stroking King's face, Smith shrank his grin."But what?" Kelvin and the others, including Natasha and Venice, turned to face the doctor with their hand shaking in the palms. "Thought you just said all was good?""It is with
"You told me she was dead, right? So what's this new one, uncle?""I didn't tell you about it because you were too fragile back then. And when that accident happened, how could I have mentioned a thing like that to you just after you came out of coma? How?""Where's my twin sister now, uncle Bob? Where's Syntia?!"Exhausted, Bob flopped on the armrest of the sofa, rubbing his creased forehead. He went on sighing nonstop."I've missed her a lot so that I had to hold on, not to show myself to her because of–""Leave, Cynthia, there's nothing for you here!" He locked eyes with Cynthia studying his uncle's reaction so intently. "I'll get your twin to you when–""Did you say that there's nothing for me here, uncle Bob? What about my family? My husband and my baby? What about them?""That woman wants you dead and gone at all cost, you stubborn girl! Don't you have brains?! She has even harassed your twin sister, thinking she was you! So please, leave them alone, most especially at this hour
"Mr. Blakes, what happened? Did… did something bad happen to King because I didn't come earlier?"As Kelvin's arms were folded around his chest, Syntia's panic grew. She chewed her nails more fiercely as the tears freely rolled down her face."I called and called but none of your lines went through. The nurse I saw told me that Mr. Smith is busy at the moment, and– and that I should… wait for him to see me when he's done." The words choked out.Still, Kelvin remained silent and continued to gaze at Syntia who put her speech on repeat. When his cell phone rang, he answered, but kept his eyes still fixed on Syntia."You said it's still on? Just come down here to the cafeteria." "Yes. You should be here and be the first to–""Get your fucking ass down here, Hanord and stop whining like a bitch!"The harsh tone startled Syntia to a stop that instant. Her eyelids fluttered, and her chin sank into her chest. "King… That darling… God, please, let it not be what I'm thinking right now. I've
"Hey, darling. I came as soon as I heard."Hanord waiting outside the intensive care unit, turned at the sound of the familiar voice calling from behind. Excruciating hours had passed in their faces."Were you able to meet with the doctor, recommended by doctor Smith?""Yeah. We'll talk about it later, but please, come sit for a sec, you look like crap." On her heels and simple flowing gown, Natasha joined Hanord. She helped the weary Hanord to a chair that was pressed against the wall. "Come here, sweetheart."Dragging a deep breath in, Hanord kissed his wife on the lip and wrapped his arms around his wife, then shut his eyes as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. "God, this feels nice! I haven't had a good rest since forever.""You did so good, babe. You did good." Sighing heavily, Natasha patted Hanord's back softly. "How's that little angel doing? Any improvement?"As Hanord detached himself from his wife, Natasha dropped her bag on the floor near her foot. Her eyes welled with tea
"None at all? My baby boy!" Venice cleared things off the table violently. "Did you hear what the doctor just said, Kelvin?! Now what the hell are we gonna do, now that there's none available right now?! Oh my God! My beautiful baby!"As Kelvin paced around the office, running his hands through his messy hair, doctor Smith dared to speak, so calmly."If you would permit me to say that there's just one available. 'A living donor'."Venice and Kelvin immediately stopped what they were doing and listened closely."So what are we waiting for?! Who's that living donor?" Venice dabbed at her tears, sniffing. "Who's willing to do this, and for what price, Smith?"Smith glanced at Kelvin and shifted his gaze back at the eager Venice, then he swallowed. "She told me how she was interested in helping King, that I should run the necessary tests on her if she was a match, and she is definitely a match. They match so perfectly.""Smith, don't tell me it's Syntia."Venice's head snapped at Kelvin.