Gossip needn't be false to be evil – there's a lot of truth that shouldn't be passed around. Especially when they're so juice. We can't help but share them ;) Call it apathy, greed, call it selfishness, curiosity but wouldn't want to hear or read about the latest about our beloved socialites? Like say, wouldn't you be interested if we share to you a couple pictures of Shawn Darby and Miss Catherine Hart hanging out a lot this past months? Our dear playboy Shawn was seen in the famous painter's Gallery and the man had stayed for a half and hour before the two gone to dine in one of the famous restaurant? Or how they were spotted laughing as they run and try to catch a bus (YES. A BUS. APPARENTLY, OUR PRECIOUS SOCIALITES ENJOYS DOING NEW THINGS IN LIFE... and riding bus is one of them + it is a little romantic, don't you think?) How about we tell you our favorite Miss Sandra Parker is getting cozier with her very sexy, very handsome, very rich, oozing with power and charisma Bab
Faye held up the camera right on his face, beaming she chortled. “Dad-daddy s-smile!" Julian grinned as his daughter giggled and took his picture. Faye settled away from him. John came in and paused in surprise when he saw them. “Mr. Fernandez!" He bowed. “This is a surprise." Faye beamed. “U-uncle Jo-John!" John smiled to Faye. “Hello, Miss Faye." “Where's Sandra?" John turned to him and respectfully answered. “She is currently in a meeting with her father, I suppose this is a surprise visit from you, Mr. Fernandez?" His brows furrowed. “Yes, it is..." His gaze dropped to Faye, who since the day started and Julian picked her up from home, had been throwing little tantrums. “Faye demanded she wants her mother today." “I see." John nodded, his smile fading slowly but still there. “Why are you here?" Slowly, Julian turned to face John. “What do to mean why I am here?" This time Faye had fled into the corner of Sandra's office and was taking pictures of the windowpane.
“Oh my God!" Sandra suddenly laughed softly, wrapping an arm around Shawn and leaning on his side. “Is that true? Or you're only playing with me?" Shawn sniggered and Julian blocked out whatever it was he was saying. He turned away from the two and headed towards the bar, he sat into the stool and he was immediately given a glass of scotch, doubled and stirred. Huh, it was his third glass and the bartender was familiar with what he's drinking already. Why is he here again? Why is Shawn here too? He eyed them skeptically, oh, they're still laughing and enjoying the night. Sandra is terribly close to Shawn and he had his hand on the small back of her, wow. Are they always this physical? How come Julian only sees this now? Shawn was still talking but that's given since the rat always talks, but why is Sandra laughing? Wait, let him rephrase that. Why is she even listening to Shawn? Who gave her the right to laugh to Shawn's antics? Was what Shawn telling her really funny? Like
A few minutes later and Sandra was striding out, the glass doors opening for her. She had her phone on her ear, probably talking to her driver to pick her up but their gazes met. She walked towards him. “No, I have a ride home already." With it she hanged up and stood beautifully in front of him. Sandra was mesmerized though. In jeans or expensive tailored suit Julian always looked devastatingly handsome. Frowning or smiling didn't do any different, still handsome and imposing. She held her small purse with one hand and just stared back at him. Grunting, he leaned away from the hood of his car. He rounded and opened the car door for her. She smiled wider, shaking her head. He drove her to her home. She invited him in and he kissed Faye's forehead. The daughter was asleep though and when she thought he was leaving, he told her they needed to talk. So there they are, sitting across each other in the receiving area of her home. She stared at him like he grew another head. Wha
His left hand reached around to undo the zipper of her gown. The warm fingers slowly ran over her skin, hot and sensual touches that made her shivers. Julian undressed her and he chuckled huskily. He whispered to her. “This kinds of dress are my favorite, they don't let the woman wear a bra..." He dropped her gown and it pooled around her on the floor, he helped her take off her heels and step out of her clothes. “You never change, if anything you only become more beautiful..." He murmured. He leaned down to kiss her neck and collarbone and onto her breasts planting a sweet kiss and a playful nip to each of her hardened nipples. His mouth danced from one to the another, drawing little moans from her as he played her body. “Oh!" She gasped; Sandra wrapped both her hands around him, as if clinging for support. Julian grabbed her hips and spun her around in his arms facing away from him. He pulled her close though; his right arm wrapped around her tiny waist while the other fon
"Stand up." She told him.His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched but obliged. She crawled to the edge of the bed and though with shaky legs, she stood up, laughed huskily then stood beautifully naked in front of him."Sandra..."She met his dark eyes. "Why are you not naked?" The moment she stepped close to him, hr already had his coat thrown off somewhere and his polo half buttoned."Holy fuck!" He cursed loudly when she was already kneeling in front of him. He threw his polo away and zeroed his full attention down to her.She unbuckled his belt, pop the button. "God." He shut his eyes close when she pressed her palm against his hard erection. The touch almost sent him over the edge. Christ.She gave it another playful squeezed. He gasped. "Sandra..." His voice husky and near to gruffness. He was hot, so hot and and he was in deep lust and have that wicked love and hate for her all alone.He wanted her, all of her. Sandra smiled seductively and looked him in the eyes, never losing co
His hands grabbed her hips and rolled her over so she straddled him. He rubbed the head of his cock along her wet slit making sure to get her clit wet with their combined juices before slipping back into her sopping pussy. She moaned loudly at his entry, still clinging to her heightened pleasure just at the edge of her release.Julian shifted his hips slightly so that she could take him as deeply as possible and just as he thrust up, she bore down."Hmmm... oh God... just like this..." Her eyes closed as she was biting her lower lip. God, she was so hot, naked and wet with their mix sweat. Her rossy nipple so hard like a pebble."Ride me." He demanded in a voice thick with lust. "Ride me, Sandra." His words almost pushed her to the edge, but she clung on a bit longer and began to ride him. "Fuck yourself with my cock." He squeezed and plucked at her nipples as she rode him harder, circling her hips and squeezing him rhythmically with her inner muscles."Uh... uh..." She rode him hard
It was 6:30 in the morning, still a little cold in Sandra Parker's residence, in her least favorite part of her home. There was a sound of laugh, there was a smile, and there was a good smell of brewed coffee, fresh picked fruits and more."I punched a girl back in highschool, I listen to Patti Labelle, I had 6 serious relationships all my life."Sandra folded her leg under the other, making herself comfortable in the stool. She picked the newly sliced green apple and took a delicious bite. Sighing, she stared at Julian's back. "High school one is a lie, you don't listen to Patti Labelle and you really had a 6 serious relationships all your life."He turned to face her, hair disheveled yet he looked good in it... sexy, oh yes, he was on his inside white polo with three buttons up undone. He wore his slacks from last night and sleeves of his inside shirt were messily rolled up his elbows and a little bit of his tattoos peeking through. On his right hand a knife and on the left was anot
‘His organs are failing him... his lungs and kidneys are severely damaged as well as his liver... the impact was too strong... the right side of his head where...’ Sandra wasn't able to hear the rest of what the doctor was explaining as all she can do was walk towards the ICU and through glass stared at Danial. He had so many bandages, on his head there was a small blood pooling, staining the clean and white bandage. On his body, on his arms and even his legs. There was so many apparatus connected into him. Sandra couldn't even phantom how all that apparatus works. She placed a hand on the glass. Her father stood beside her. ‘Catherine Hart was sent home today... she had a little trauma seeing it happen to him... Danial's family are in their way here too.' Sandra blinked, she couldn't even cry. Why even her heart was ripping apart, even when she was getting so suffocated. ‘The doctor said, Danial might not last long... if his body is responding after 48 hours of observation
FLASHBACK... - They reached the end of the block and the busy street welcomed them. The sounds of busy people and cars passing fast and stopping abruptly whenever the traffic sign blinked. Sandra's heart pounded in fear and anxiousness, she keeps on looking back, thinking, expecting one of her father's men are following them. Or worst, one of her father's men. She can't do it. She already started this and she had finally decided. ‘Danial, wait a minute!' Sandra pulled her hand back from his grasp but he tightened his hold to her and drags her with him. ‘We have no time Sandra, we need to go. I already told Catherine back to the States, we're following after her.' He glanced back to her and smiled assuredly. ‘Don't worry, my family is already there... they're going to help you.' Her eyes widen and stopped from half running, half walking making Danial do the same. ‘Sandra? What is it?' ‘Danial, I can't go with you.' She held both his hands. ‘I'm staying here.' His bro
“Daddy is not going anywhere." Isaac assured his 6 years old daughter. Rosie stared into him, she hesitated. “You're not looking for our new mommy?" Hannah chuckled as she sat on the side with the twins. “She was able to watch the news this morning and thought you're looking for a new life. She was so angry and scared." Isaac sighed as a pang of pain hit his heart for his kids. He pinched his daughter's cheek affectionately. “Of course not. Why would daddy looked for another mommy when he got the best mommy for you right here!" Rosie deadpanned. “Dad, don't talk to me like I'm Faye. You sound so icky its making me cringe." The twins and Hannah laughed to that and Isaac smiled despite the coldness of his only daughter. It means everything in his family is going back to normal, all public be damned. But Rosie looked confused through. “Dad, I want to play with Faye today so I can tell her about Sophie." “Sophie?" Hannah asked softly. Rosie turned to her mother. “Sophie...
Hannah Suarez is too busy to entertain such groundless issues - Fernandez Representative.Translation: Hannah Suarez is too classy to step down the same level as Sophie Torres.The rep had also confirmed that the pictures are real but the issue itself was blown out of proportions because of the controversial people that are involved. But it meant nothing, Isaac was only being a gentleman and apparently, Sophie Torres took it the wrong way.No divorce is going to take place to this lovely couple! Yay! This two had been together since they were in diapers! Not really, but we know how strong the bond is when you are in love with none other than your childhood best friend ;) This childhood sweethearts had proven that their relationship is too strong to be shaken!Isaac Newton is a serious businessman, a devoted husband and a doting father to our kids. Still true. - Hannah Suarez.Hannah chose to settle the martial problems quietly with her husband Isaac Newton but it didn't stop her from
There are many roles that people play and many images that they project. There is, for example, the "nice" man who is always smiling and agreeable. "Such a nice man," people say, "He never gets angry." The facade always covers its opposite expression. Inside, such a person is full of rage that he dares not acknowledge or show.Some men on the other hand put a tough exterior to hide a sensitive quality. In which they tend to be strong for themselves so they could protect the people they care so much. In which when principle and guilt clashed they choose guilt and get blindsided by emotions, get blindsided of what was right and what was wrong. Even failure can be a role."There's more than one type of guilt. You might do something horrible that you later regretted. But you could also feel guilty for something you'd not done..." Sandra smiled to him. She sat beside him, crossing her arms over her chest."I just wanted to help her.""I hate that."Julian turned to her and she met his gaze
Sophie'e eyes widen as she shakily hold her cellphone where she had been reading the news articles, she felt small, terrible and hated by the world. She looked around her and saw people glaring to her, other was unbashedly whispering harshly. She whimpered.How come there was a picture of her kissing Isaac Newton? It was just another heat of the moment when she'd been so happy that he told her he will help her come back to the American Entertainment scene. Isaac told her it was on the process and had told her too that Julian had wanted to help her with it.She had gotten so excited and thankful that she embraced him and kissed him in the mouth, he had pushed her away and she had explained quickly. Apologizing. When she had asked if she can talk to Julian personally so she could show her gratitude, Isaac had sighed and told her not to bother because he with his family.Sophie didn't understand at first and had insisted because even though Jennifer Fernandez had hated her, Mr. Fernande
FLASHBACK...'Yeah, Isaac?' Julian held his phone against his ear, watching Sandra combing Faye's hair across the foyer.'I happen to invite Sophie to sit with me on my table for dinner. The girl is too depressed for her own good. She's very thin.'Julian's heart panged in great guilt and pain.Sophie was too innocent yet he was able to drag her into his mess with the mother of his child. Even though Julian was angry of her and because of what she did, she still cares for her and greatly takes her protection and happiness seriously. For old time's sake, of all the good and smiles she gave him and happiness for having at least somewhat normal relationship, Julian feels responsible for her welfare.Of all her sacrifices and pain he gave her, Julian wanted nothing more than to give what she deserves and what Sandra did to her is not one of those things.'Is she crying?' He asked quietly.'Well yes. I never saw someone to be so damn grateful having someone talks to her in this place. She
Harsh whispers, eyes that judge and eerie reactions bores into Isaac the moment he stepped inside the Fernandez Empire. Employees would great him, some pretended to be busy, most didn't smile but for a few that did. None of them was looking him in the eyes.The same thing had happened when he reaches his floor, only this time there were only two people waiting for him, in his office. James looked concerned while Shawn was staring at him in mix of anger and concern."Isaac!" James was about to approach him when Shawn walk past him and welcomed Isaac with a punch."WHAT THE FUCK?!" Isaac staggered back until he had lost his balance."EXACTLY. ASSHOLE. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, ISAAC?!" Shawn enraged, he was about to attck Isaac when James shove him away."DAMNIT SHAWN!" James gritted his teeth.Isaac was fast too as he was already on his feet and reaching for Shawn's throat. James cursed again and shoved Isaac as he pulled Shawn away."STOP IT!" James hissed. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN
EXCLUSIVE Isaac Newton and Sophie Torres, Intimate [Picture] 2:32 AM, today. -HCS +100 213, -0 WHAT THE FUCK ISAAC NEWTON?! +100 010, -0 FUCK! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!! WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH SOPHIE AND TWO FERNANDEZS NOW?! THE LAST TIME I CHECKED ISAAC IS THE RESPONSIBLE ONE IN THE THREE FERNANDEZS! HE's A DEVOTED FATHER AND VERY SUPPORTIVE HUSBAND TO HANNAH! SOPHIE THOUGH GOT NO SHAME AT ALL! +99 998, -0 BECAUSE THE HAPPY GO LUCKY SHAWN DID NOT GIVE HER A SECOND GLANCE SHE WENT INTO THE OTHER FERNANDEZ! BITCH THAT MAN IS MARRIED TO THE WOMAN WHO BRAG AS YOUR FRIEND! HE IS A FATHER OF THREE IN CASE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN! YOU HAVE NO SHAME! +99 210, -80 200 This is so funny. Is Sophie doing some Fernandez Barbeque Party? First Shawn, then Isaac... who's next? Julian? +96 129, -12 124 Why is it always the other woman who gets all the blame? The men who think with what's between their legs more than using what's between their ears are responsible too! IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO! *******