I don't know how long I kept my eyes closed. When I finally opened them, there was a strange sensation that still lingered in my body. If I recall, it truly drove me out of my mind. I perfectly captured every change in Andrew's expression in my memory. Maybe he did the same when we locked eyes. Especially during the part where we both pursued release from tension.
Observing him while my eyes were still shut has become my favorite, I don't even know when it started. There's a peculiar feeling when I'm savoring his face, and suddenly he awakens, causing a rush of nervousness that I quickly push aside. If given more time—with him still with his eyes closed—I would gladly spend it exploring his face.
Perhaps Dessy was right; I never really tried to open up. Always sealing my body with memories of Nelson. And when I finally attempted, it turned out to be so enjoyable. Everything about Andrew is starting to affect me. I can't make a straightforward comparison bet
It's been a week since the lavish reception was held. My life has returned to normal, although not entirely back to work yet. Only for urgent matters—Anya was the one who informed me—did I receive work-related emails. And it didn't take me long to check them, as they were almost handled by Cedric.He said that I was granted a special week off after the reception. Although in my heart, I believed that this was all a hidden conspiracy involving not only Papa but also Mama. As for work matters, I never doubted Cedric's ability to handle them. He's always dependable. Even if I chose to step down, I was sure that the other directors wouldn't mind. Cedric is highly competent in his job. Unfortunately, he would never agree to it.For him, wandering from one cafe to another is his life. Enjoying every bite of the dishes there and considering how to build his own business empire. Although I know for a fact that Cedric can't cook. He only enjoys Indonesian cuisine.
Don't ask me how I managed to calm down my trembling limbs after the near-miss incident. I don't know if I should call it luck or what. I ended up with only a small scratch on my arm. Andrew was careful enough to stick a bandage on it. My husband was in a state of extreme panic when he heard the commotion on the third floor.A flash of everything that had happened in the past month played out in my mind without needing any cues from me. Everything, starting from the shards of glass that suddenly fell without any apparent reason. As for this issue, Mr. Darma hadn't given a definitive answer yet. Or maybe he had, but to Andrew? I don't know. Let's not forget about my car suddenly experiencing brake failure and an engine malfunction. Clearly, Mr. Dennish wouldn't want to drive the car if something was wrong. That meant my longtime chauffeur who had been accompanying me had no idea that something strange had happened to the black car still parked at the workshop.I was ind
A series of reports that Cedric provided me before escorting us to the airport. Even on the way, we were still discussing Cedric's reports, especially those related to Phillip Wellington. Andrew's suspicion was strong, that this person intentionally did it. Although it required further investigation, the two of them seemed to agree to continue the examination. What angered Andrew was how Phillip's people managed to infiltrate without his knowledge.While we couldn't confirm yet whether Risna was also involved, that was the point of exploration Cedric would be pursuing for evidence later. And this was what made Andrew not want to delay his departure to Germany any longer."Take care, both of you," Cedric said after we arrived at the departure terminal. "Andrew, to—""You don't need to worry, Cedric. Krystal is safe with me," Andrew quickly interjected. I could sense that he had been slightly annoyed since this morning because Cedric kept talking a lot about
"Ai," Andrew called softly. I had become aware of his presence in the room I occupied during our time at his mother's house. The neatly kept and ever-clean space made me feel like I was at my parents' home. It carried the warm touch of my parents in its maintenance and care, without exception. I chose to sit by the window, gazing out at the serene view typical of the relatively inactive residential area we had been in since earlier."Are you... okay?"Since our emotionally draining conversation with a certain Soffia, I had indeed retreated to the room. I let Andrew talk with his mother, while I avoided him when he inquired. My guess was that he was here now because he had finished talking with his mother."Did you know about this beforehand?"Andrew sat down beside me, pulling a chair close to the vanity table. "Know about what?"I handed him the neatly wrapped invitation. Andrew's brow furrowed momentarily, and his eyes began scanning the invitati
No one spoke since our arrival here. I just stared at the large frame still covered in white cloth, my mind in turmoil. It's been about thirty minutes, I think, since we got here. In the room where I intentionally placed everything related to an Antonie Nelson. One of the rooms in my apartment.Even on the journey back to New York City, I chose to remain silent. I didn't know what to do and it feels... I can't think clearly at all. Besides being overwhelming, I believe unraveling all this information requires more thought. I don't want to rush. I'm just an ordinary woman still struggling with the past. What I want now is simple; for Phillip to receive fitting punishment for what he did.I slowly lower the curtain covering this large frame. All those sweet memories come rushing back. His smile. His laughter. His words. Even his simple praises to me, echo perfectly. "His name is Antonie Nelson. My fiancé."Andrew blinks slowly, his lips parting slightly, re
"So... what can Uncle do to help, dear?"We lock eyes. Two days since our return to New York City, devising a plan is the foremost task at hand. And this isn't a conversation taking place in the main room of our house. For this instance, I feel that there's no business talk involved here. Doubts have crept in so strongly that they've led me to make this decision.Prior to this, I had indeed personally contacted the middle-aged man seated calmly at the end of the sofa. There wasn't much small talk; my purpose was clear - to inform him of what he needed to know. The surprise in his eyes was palpable when he read the documents I sent directly via email. I have a hunch that Uncle Peter will be more than willing to pave the way for my current objective.Solidifying Andrew as the rightful owner and swiftly removing Phillip. If only I could act immediately with the evidence at hand, I would have done it after explaining everything about Nelson to my husband.Our
"Still hurting?" I ask softly. Even though I applied some ointment to his bruise, the blue mark is still quite visible. I'm puzzled about where the blood came from earlier. When I inquire, Andrew just shrugs his shoulders. He even winces at times, but then his mischievous grin appears after I'm done tending to him."I just bang into the steering wheel quite often. Just to keep you worried," he says, giving me a teasing smirk and a sarcastic glance. As I'm about to step away, Andrew pulls me into an embrace. It's as if the hug is a reassurance that we've safely arrived home, unharmed. I can't help but silently express my gratitude for His protection over us. I lose myself in the embrace when Rudi arrives with Jacob."Boss," he calls. "We lost track on North Street. Jacob asked for assistance in searching the area. Jimmy's also been asked for help. There's a possibility that the same car we saw in Ms. Krystal's office parking lot might be involved."I can clearly
Today, the major meeting is scheduled for ten in the morning. Gina has prepared everything as instructed by Andrew. I double-checked to ensure there were no shortages."At this moment, your presence, which I really need, surpasses anything else," he said, holding my hand. We were on our way to the office. I could see a tension on Andrew's face that is usually calm and mischievous."I'm right here by your side, Andrew."For the remainder of the journey to the office, we chose to stay silent. For security reasons, Andrew asked Yosua to drive again. I could see through the rearview mirror that Rolland's car was tailing us. Security was tightened, especially with Andrew slightly annoyed by Cedric's irritating comment.Until my brother's figure returned to the office, the cold war hadn't ended yet. I believe they will eventually exchange words again. I know, both Cedric's genuine concern for me and Andrew's growing guilt after Cedric's return play a role. Alth
I was just about to be hit by a pleasurable wave. A wave I had been waiting for and was sure would be amazing, even though it was just using his hands and tongue. But I admit, Cedric really had a knack for rendering me powerless with just those two parts of his body. What if he entered me with his manhood?No words could describe the ecstasy that was building."Waiting for something?"My breaths were slightly ragged; my face was probably already flushed with passion. Given what I was experiencing in this state of anticipation, I spoke with a pleading tone. "I'm waiting for you to enter me, honey."Through the corner of my eye, I saw Cedric smirk ever so slightly. "So, this is what you get, honey."The sheets I lay on were utterly messed up. My hands clenched again, especially when Cedric's manhood pushed into my womanhood. I couldn't tell if I was too tight or if Cedric was just getting larger.It felt full and tight."H
Slowly but surely, I play with Cedric's penis. Creating wet traces there. Repeatedly. Moving like a child who's given their favorite lollipop. Several times, I also suck on the tip of Cedric's manhood.Feeling how Cedric's taste fills my mouth. The first time I did this, it felt strange. But as time goes on, I've become addicted. Sometimes, I intentionally make Cedric release himself in my mouth.Because I know... our second session is going to be way wilder than the first. That's also why I want to experience it again."Oh, Joice! You're getting really skilled at sucking, babe." Cedric starts to get restless; I can tell. Occasionally, his hand strokes my cheek, sometimes reaching for my hair and holding it in a grip. I think he also doesn't want our activity to be disrupted by my hair. With his other hand, Cedric squeezes my breast, though I can't really feel the squeeze.I guess it's because Cedric is more focused on the core of his body that I'm curren
"Instead of feeling your kiss without being allowed to kiss back, how about using your mouth to unbutton my shirt?" he suggests, and I quickly nod in agreement. Cedric slightly shifts his sitting position to get more comfortable. Then, he resigns himself to what I'm about to do.One by one, I undo the buttons of his black shirt. Just as he asked; using my mouth. I also use my fingertips to gently graze his skin with a deliberate rhythm. On purpose. It's not just him who knows how to raise body temperature with passion. I can do it too.And I won't waste this ability of mine to please him. They say that making your husband happy is one of the things that adds to the joy of married life. Besides, after our lovemaking session later, Cedric won't stop praising me. Who wouldn't be happy to be praised by their own husband?As soon as his shirt buttons are all undone, Cedric's body shape remains unchanged. I guess my husband really takes care of himself with a lot of w
Putting on a soft perfume around the nape of my neck is the final part of my preparation to welcome Cedric. I glance at the clock – it's been ten minutes since he went to the kids' room. Such a fleeting moment to get myself ready. The click of the door makes me stop what I'm doing at the vanity table. I grab the kimono-shaped pajama I casually hung up to greet him.When we come face to face, Cedric looks at me with a furrowed brow."Why... are you in your pajamas? Didn't you check the gift I left for you earlier?"I smile and close the distance between us. I made sure to lock the bedroom door, just in case Zain suddenly opens it or Zennita walks in without permission.I still remember what happened a few years ago when Cedric was right on top of me, but I quickly pushed him away because Zain was at the door. He asked, "What's Papa doing in there?"Since that day, the door hasn't escaped my attention. Even though they've grown up
Having two kids is fun. I believe that. Especially when you have a partner like Cedric, who's always ready and available whenever I need him. Though I can't deny, the fear before childbirth stressed me out big time. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to open my eyes and greet Zain and Cedric anymore. Also, my other family members: Krystal, Dona, Naomi, and my little brother Jacob.Our relationship is getting better and, well... the past is truly behind us. Even if I wanted to bring it up, there's nothing I can do now except accept it. Sometimes, with Cedric by my side, I visit Mother's grave. The nagging questions in my heart about why she left me when I was a child have lessened."Mommy!"I close my eyes briefly. The voice of Zennita, my youngest daughter, fills the kitchen. Her face is flushed with annoyance. Clearly, Zain is right behind her, chasing her with a superhero mask on. Zennita is now 5 years old – an age that demands a lot of my energy to keep u
a few years later"Hey, Champ. What are you up to?"My movement playing Mario Bros paused. I looked up briefly and saw a man in a black shirt. He looked well-dressed and quite classy. Who is he?"Playing a game, sir."He chuckled. Confusing me. Was something wrong?"Do I look like a 'sir' to you?"I grinned and blushed a bit. "Not really.""Well, don't call me 'sir' then. I'm too old for that."We both ended up laughing. He seemed like a nice and friendly person. I was still in my gray school uniform, suddenly feeling quite impressed. Who was he?"You must be Andrew, right?"Oh... I became cautious. Did he know me? Where from? I felt like I had never met this man before. It couldn't be that at my age I was getting kidnapped, right? Thank goodness Dad had me take self-defense classes. At least I could escape if he suddenly acted suspiciously. But I had to punch his fairly handsome face first."I'm Nelson. Yo
I thoroughly enjoy the attention of my two mothers at home. Mommy and Mami Keira. The house is bustling with activity now. Every weekend, Mommy pays a visit. She cooks together with Mami Keira, although I know they both try to become close to each other. Andrew says Mommy doesn't want to miss an opportunity to accompany her beloved daughter-in-law. On the other hand, Mami Keira adds, "Keep me company, Soffia. Take care of Andrew and Krystal. They're both so busy. I'm all alone."Clearly, this makes my husband even more elated. He says, "There's nothing that brings me more happiness than having both my mother’s here. I love them."Then... which part of my heart doesn't belong to him? I'm reminded of what Grandpa Jordy said that day."One day you'll understand why Grandpa wanted you to be Andrew's partner."Grandpa was right. He was a good man. Very good, actually. How respectful he was toward the two women often present in the house. He held them in
I don't know why I'm going through my days with such enthusiasm. Despite the doctor's frequent warnings for me to be more careful. To me, it seems exaggerated. All the meetings and encounters with new business partners, all sabotaged by Cedric without exception. I'm truly fine with that, and I'm only learning how my brother reaches a consensus.Truly, Cedric is the one who should be in control of BlaxtonExpress.Three months have passed since that incident. Several times, I've accompanied Andrew to the intense hearings because Phillip won't give up easily. He's put in every effort, which is dragging Daddy Jackson further into it. My husband predicted this. Entrapping Phillip wasn't merely about presenting evidence, but also about strategy.Andrew is clever at fending off Phillip's arguments and promptly presenting the additional evidence demanded until the older man loses. Truly loses. Daddy Jackson, on the other hand, never complicates the course of the trial.
It's been three days, and Andrew still hasn't opened his eyes. In contrast, Jacob has regained consciousness and is already in the recovery phase. He mentioned that he doesn't like lying down for too long, even though Jacob's condition is just as concerning. Two bullets lodged in his body. I can't express enough how grateful we are or how real the power of God feels in this situation.Besides his back, the bullets also hit Jacob's shoulder. His body is covered in bandages, there are bruises on his face, but he's already up and about in the hospital. He's doing this not just for me, even though it's unnecessary. Andrew's trusted men are taking turns to watch over him. I earnestly ask Jacob to focus more on his own recovery.And my words are only heard when my brother speaks. Looking defeated, he retreats to his room after expressing his anger and cursing Doni, of course."If that bastard doesn't end up in jail for a long time, I'll personally take care of him, Mr