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Heather Jacobs had been extremely busy the past few weeks. She had back-to-back appointments to do famous people's make-up. Her makeup skills were so good that the people she worked on recommended her to their friends. In no time, she was cashing in a lot of dollars and became popular among celebrities. During makeup sessions, she kept her phone off to avoid disturbances. That was the case that day. She worked for five hours straight and when she was done, she finally switched on her phone. A number she was way too familiar with called immediately, making her heart race. She knew this number because she often slept while looking at it, hoping she would get a text or call. Heather's eyes lit up. How long had it been? She had been sending Adrian's messages but they weren't delivered so she figured he could have been offline. The only comforting thing was that she could watch him on TV as he played soccer. Taking deep breaths, she let the call ring a few times so that she didn't
Things between Adrian and Heather escalated pretty quickly. Perhaps it was because they both spent weeks yearning for each other or maybe they were so attracted to each other that they couldn't help themselves. They ended up grinding on each other on the white couch. Adrian grabbed Heather's ass with both hands and guided her, making her grind her core on his stiff shaft. He groaned, just as a moan escaped her lips. The jolts of pleasure washing through them both were inexplicable. They couldn't stop. Or more accurately, they didn't want to stop. Heather twisted a hand in Adrian's hair. She peppered kisses along his stubbled jaw, tracing his skin with her lips until she sucked his neck. "Mmmmm," she moaned when pleasure flared through her as the friction on her clit intensified. "Fuck! Tigress, this feels good," Adrian groaned as he pushed Heather harder on his rod. He raised one of his hands and squeezed Heather's breasts roughly, earning an elicit moan from her. His han
Heather frowned when the call was cut. The woman who had called didn't introduce herself. She sounded rude and pissed off. Seconds later, Heather's phone chimed. She glanced at the message and realised it was an address sent by the earlier caller. Heather wanted to ignore and continue sleeping, however, she had this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. 'What if Adrian lied about not seeing someone? I have to go and see for myself,' she mused. Even though Adrian didn't label their relationship, they had slept together which made them connected somehow. Heather didn't want to find herself in a situation where she was helping a man cheat. She had to make sure he was single. After writing a short note for Adrian and sticking it on the refrigerator door, Heather left the hotel. She first went to her apartment to change her clothes and then took a cab to the location that was sent to her. Heather sighed when the cab dropped her at a fancy restaurant. It seemed the woman who had
Heather glanced at the envelope in front of her. Her heart ached, feeling like someone was squeezing it. 'Are all rich people like this?' She thought in her mind. However, she soon scraped off that thought. Her best friend was from a wealthy family but she had never treated her any differently. "Are you paying me to leave your son?" Heather asked, still looking at the envelope on the table. "I'm glad we are on the same page. It was money that you were after in the first place. Half a million should be enough for someone like you," Amelia said. "Someone like me? What do you mean?" Heather asked, frowning. "Someone of low status. Looking at your outfit, you can't afford branded clothes. Or get yourself a proper phone. I'm sure your parents have nothing to their name, correct?" Amelia sneered. Heather glanced at Amelia. She looked like a well-mannered woman. Her blond hair was combed backwards and pinned at the back in an elegant updo. She wore light makeup with red lipstick.
Adrian Carter spent agonizing long hours in the conference room being interviewed about the recent games he had played. This was the norm every after a game season ended. The best players would be interviewed about their experience, the mistakes they made and what they could have done better. Highlights of the games were played and mostly, the clips where Adrian displayed his exceptional skills were replayed. "There's a reason we call you the best striker for Brentwood City Soccer team. Just look at that," the sports journalist exclaimed, pointing at the huge screen in front of them. "Your speed, the way you strike the ball with so much strength that it has no choice but to enter the goal post, you're a legend, man! How are you so skilled?" Adrian smiled. He looked at the camera and answered, "I train until I faint. Skills without training and effort are useless when it comes to soccer. Also, soccer is not only about one person. The reason you are all able to see my skills is beca
"What did you say?" Adrian couldn't believe his ears. Was Heather asking him out? "I said, let's date. I've been waiting for you to make the first move but you didn't-" "I thought we were dating already. We flirted and we had sex last night. I don't do those things with just anyone," Adrian remarked. "Did I have to say it? I thought it was obvious." "Well... you said we were friends at first. How was I supposed to know you have changed your thoughts about us," Heather pouted. "So, you kiss and have sex with your friends?" Adrian asked and arched an eyebrow. Heat crept up Heather's face. She shook her head, saying, "I don't. I've had feelings for you for a while but you seemed reluctant, so, I kept them to myself." Adrian glanced at Heather. He reached his hand forward and brushed her curly hair away from her face. He said, "I'm sorry. I thought my intentions were clear. I should have been more vocal with my feelings." Looking into her eyes, he declared, "I've loved you sin
Life was peaceful for Roxanne and Henry in the past weeks. Everything was going smoothly for them, be it in their personal or work life. As the days passed by, their marriage grew stronger as they knew more about each other. Of course, like every normal couple, they did disagree on some things but they soon found a way to be on the same page. The twins had grown bigger and were now crawling and making a mess of things in the villa. They were too fast and almost everywhere around the villa as they discovered they could use their arms and knees to explore their surroundings. The nannies had to pay extra attention to make sure they didn't slip or pick up something and put it in their mouth. Roxanne noticed that the villa wasn't ideal for the hyper babies. They needed a safer environment with less risk of a fall. The villa was way high up from the ground. Any mistake and the twins could fall off the first floor. Although the parents and caregivers were being careful, it was better s
Heather Jacobs was trapped inside her apartment. She couldn't go out... Several reporters surrounded her door, blocking her from leaving the place. An hour ago, she received the shock of her life when she realised that she was trending on social media. However, it wasn't something about her work and skills but about her private life. Someone had posted a picture of her and Adrian at the restaurant. Although Adrian had worn a disguise, his fans could still recognise him. From the pictures, it was evident that the two were a couple. Heather glanced at Adrian with a spark that could not be mistaken. It seemed Adrian's men didn't manage to buy off all the pictures that the paparazzi had taken. Somehow, one of the reporters must have kept a secret photo and sold it to the media pages. Everyone would love to be famous but not like this... All that was being said was meant to hurt and demean Heather. Ignoring all the incoming calls, Heather sat on her bed and scrolled her phone with
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Three years later... Henry Ford woke up very early. It was the month of love and a few days before Valentine's Day. As usual, he wanted to do something special for his wife as he asked her to be his Valentine. They had been married for ten years and he always asked her days before the actual day in a special and romantic way. Since this was about them, he wanted to do everything himself. He filled up some red balloons with air and scattered them around the sitting area downstairs and the dining area. After getting busy in the kitchen, he whipped up some breakfast for Roxanne- heart-shaped pancakes drizzled with syrup and strawberries covered in chocolate. He had seen this recipe from a trending video on t-i-k-t-o-k and thought his wife would love it. He then got the roses he had got for her and put them in a glass vase before placing them on the dining table. When Roxanne woke up and looked for her husband, she woke up to the transformed living room and dining room. She
Five years later… It was a Saturday and the Fords were hosting a family braai for their son, Oliver Ford, to celebrate his new age. Roxanne sighed as she glanced at Oliver who was helping his father, Henry Ford. They stood by the barbeque grill stand, flipping meat, sausages and chicken kebabs. Oliver didn’t want a huge party on his fifteenth birthday… he just wanted to spend time with family. However, Roxanne had invited Claire Hamilton and his other friends, Liam Kent and Jake Norton. They had all grown and were now teenagers. Running around playing tag like the younger kids didn’t interest them at all. Claire and the two boys sat at one of the tables. While Claire was taking pictures of Oliver, his friends were busy playing games on their phones. “Are you impressed with your son and husband?” Heather’s voice snapped Roxanne out of her trance. “They look so cute… I swear, Henry is a great Dad and Oliver adores him,” Roxanne replied, glancing at her husband dreamily as he
Diego and Henry rushed to the mansion in less than twenty minutes as if there was an emergency. Henry looked for his wife when he entered the mansion, yelling, "Roxy? Baby, where are you? Let's go to the hospital!" At the same time, Diego followed after him and called for Yolanda, "Princess, let's go to the hospital. The earlier the better!" They both paused when they found their women in the living area laughing and chatting with Larry Ford and Kenneth Smith. Henry furrowed his eyebrows. He remarked, "I thought you said you're not feeling well. You look fine to me..." Larry Ford glared at his grandson. He scolded him, "Son, if your wife says she's not feeling well, then find out what could be wrong with her first before concluding. Should I teach you everything?" Henry scratched the side of his neck. He tried his best to be a good husband but there were times like this when he had faults. Being human, he was bound to make mistakes or maybe say something wrong. He wasn't perfe
Two months had passed since Yolanda and Diego got married. Although they were happy, Diego had noticed that his wife missed her job. Yolanda was an independent woman who loved working for her own money... Of course, Diego provided for her but he could see that she wasn't used to staying home and shopping only. It would even affect her mood sometimes. Diego thought about a way to have his wife get back to her job. Quite alright, it would be dangerous for her to be in the spotlight with all their rivals targeting them but that was why he was around, right? It was his job to protect Yolanda and ensure her life didn't change just because she fell in love with him. So, before he could bring it up to her, he met with his brother and requested to move back to Brentwood City. Augusto glanced at Diego after he made his request, his brows furrowing as he asked, "What is it? Is this place not up to her standards?" "No... it's not that. I just want her to be happy and if doing her job mak
Yolanda's heart was galloping like a racing horse. Diego's promise echoed in her mind, making her look forward to what he would do to her. She tilted her head up, asking for a kiss and Diego didn't disappoint. He connected his lips to hers and kissed her hard. They began to move towards the bed and Yolanda fumbled with Diego's buttons as she tried to undress him. Meanwhile, Diego was busy deepening the kiss with every second that passed. He grabbed the back of her head while the other hand reached between them and he stroked her core, rubbing her clit with every movement of his fingers. Yolanda moaned against his lips. She failed to get rid of Diego's suit and instead, wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped on him, coiling her legs around his ripped torso. In that position, Diego held Yolanda's ass and began grinding his massive erect shaft into her bare core... Despite it being hidden by the branded pants he had on, Yolanda could still feel the tip of his rod, digging at he
Diego carried Yolanda into the cabin. Yolanda's eyes grew wide as she looked around. If she thought the outer form of the cabin was dreamlike, the inside was like paradise itself. The wooden cabin wasn't big. It was like one big room with a small kitchen in the corner, a huge bed in the center, a bubbling hot tub on the left near one of the windows and a bathroom on the right side. The bathroom area had an enclosure for privacy. Not only did they have several acres of land to themselves, but they were surrounded by maple trees with fiery red leaves which could be seen through the huge windows. The whole place was giving "leave the world behind vibes". It offered a perfect blend of romance, peace and refreshment for the newly married couple. "Are we still in our family's estate?" Yolanda asked and Diego smiled. He loved especially the way she used the word 'our' in her question. Sliding an arm around Yolanda's waist, Diego pulled her closer and then put her at his front bef
Diego Montero realised something. He loved Yolanda with his all. Whether he waited weeks or months to propose, she would still be the woman he would want to spend the rest of his life with. Yes, they didn't know what tomorrow may bring. But who ever knows? Everyone jumps in without knowing the obstacles they will face in the future. If there's anything he learnt from his former boss, Henry Ford. It's that as long as you had your loved one by your side, any other problem felt like a passing breeze. After talking to his brother, Diego asked the housekeepers to help out with the proposal. Of course, the housekeeper who had helped Dahlia was fired. In the Mafia, loyalty was everything. Diego instructed the bodyguards to control the drones he had shipped over earlier before they travelled. Augusto helped too. He stood downstairs near the drones, waiting for midnight so that they could control the drones to help Diego propose. Yolanda woke up and they had dinner outside on the balc
Diego didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He glanced at Dahlia and asked, "Why did you come back? If you had stayed hidden, at least I would have had good memories of you... but now... you disgust me." "D-Diego... that's not true. Your brother forced himself on me. That's why I faked my death. I was so ashamed-" "Shut up! Aren't you tired of scheming? Do you think I can believe you over my brother? My brother came from the same womb as I... we may fight and not speak to each other for years, but I know he would never do anything to hurt me," Diego's words sliced through the air like shards of ice, cutting Dahlia's words in the middle. "That's not true... why did you leave? It's because you hated your family!" Dahlia answered confidently. She wasn't convinced that Diego had moved on. He loved her very much and could do anything for her... how could his love for her end so quickly? Diego shook his head. He replied, "I left because I was hurt that they didn't want to avenge yo