"Bye," the voice responded.Dr. Parker ended the call just as he heard a knock on the door. "Dr. Parker?" a voice called out."Come in," he replied, quickly composing himself.*********************As the evening approached, Ryan returned home, exhausted from the day's events. He went straight to his father's room, finding him still asleep. Ivy was there, her eyes red from crying."How is he?" Ryan asked softly."He's been sleeping most of the day," Ivy replied. "Dr. Parker said that's a good sign."Ryan nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Thanks for staying with him, Ivy."Ivy gave him a small smile. "Of course. He's our dad."Ryan sat down beside his father's bed, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. He quietly handed the medication to his mother. "Here, Mom. The doctor says to administer them as prescribed.""Thank you, Ryan," Mrs. Rose said, her voice strained with worry. "Your father will be fine."Ryan gave her a reassuring nod and turned to leave. He needed to clea
The sight of her dripping pussy had caused a movement in-between his legs, the sight of her bare body, drove him crazy in the most unusual way.He was a girls guy, and was always ready to fuck every pussy, but this pussy in front of him was just something else, he wanted to devour her and all of her, but something in him wanted to take it slowly.That moment he felt like the world had stopped and the only thing that mattered was the both of them, he took off his white long sleeve shirt, white vest and his black trousers as he was left with just his white Versace boxer.His 6 inch dick could be seen as it stretched inside the boxer, Iris who looked away initially, stealing glances of Ryan as he u dressed, her eyes widened in fear as she saw the hardness and size of Ryan's dick from his boxers.She noticed he was a lover of white, his room was painted in white, his bedsheets and duvet was also white, his bathroom, towel and most of his clothes were all white.Lost in thought, Iris was b
Ryan didn't stop as he kept digging deep with his tongue, making Iris moan loudly.He stopped and inserted his dick into her pussy and thrusted deep and fast as he cupped her boobs and sucked her boobs like his life depended on it.He continued for a while as her walls tightened and her moan increased, “Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck” she gave a loud scream as they finally reached their climax, it was explosive. They lay tangled together, their breaths heavy, their bodies slick with sweat. Ryan collapsed beside her, pulling her close. For a moment, all was quiet, and he felt a sense of peace that had been eluding him for so long.The next morning, Ryan woke up, turning to see Iris beside him. Her face was peaceful, and he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. The memories of last night were vivid and brought a smile to his lips. He hadn’t felt such a connection in a long time.Iris stirred, opening her eyes to find him watching her. Embarrassed, she pulled the sheet up to cover hers
Ryan sighed heavily outside the door. “I didn’t mean for things to happen this way. I was drunk, but that’s no excuse. Just...please, talk to me.”“No,” she replied. “I need time. I need space.”Ryan stood there for a moment longer before walking away. Iris listened to his footsteps fade down the hallway. She felt a mix of anger, sadness, and confusion. How could she continue living in the same house with a man who had taken something so precious from her?She buried her face in the pillow again, the memories of her dreams haunting her. She had been so close to achieving something, to building a life she could be proud of. Now, everything felt tainted.Memories of her dreams and aspirations flashed before her eyes. "I thought life was about growing up, finishing school, getting a job, and saving enough money to open my own fashion house," she murmured. "Fashion has been my passion since I was a little girl.”Flashback*********************Years ago, Iris was a bright-eyed ten-year-ol
There, the doctor finally opened up about her mother's condition: kidney failure. She needed an urgent transplant, a procedure that required an amount of money Iris couldn't even fathom. Tears welled up in her eyes as she wondered how she could ever gather such a sum.Skylar stood by her side, just as Iris and her mother had stood by her during her grandmother's death. "Iris, crying won't solve anything," Skylar said, trying to be the voice of reason."But I don't know what else to do," Iris sobbed. "I have no one aside from Mom. I don't want anything to happen to her.""Hush now, Iris. Nothing will happen to her," Skylar assured, though she herself was not entirely convinced. "We need to stay strong.""We can't be sure about that. I can't even afford the drugs she will need," Iris said, the tears intensifying. “What am I supposed to do?”“Really?” Iris asked, still in tears, but now with a glimmer of hope.“Yes, I’ll talk to my boss and get back to you,” Skylar promised.“I would appr
What kind of job is this?”Mama Peepee and Skylar exchanged glances. Skylar took a deep breath. “Iris, this is a club. A strip club. We entertain the clients.”Iris’s eyes widened in horror. “A strip club? Skylar, I can’t do this!”“You need the money, right?” Skylar said softly. “I know it’s not what you expected, but it’s good money. Enough to help your mom.”“I... I don’t know,” Iris said, her mind reeling.Mama Peepee stepped forward. “Listen, darling. It’s not easy, but it pays well. You need to be confident and know how to handle yourself. If you can do that, you’ll be fine.”Iris looked at Skylar, who nodded encouragingly. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. We can do this together.”Taking a deep breath, Iris nodded. “Okay. I’ll give it a try.”The first night was a whirlwind for Iris. Skylar helped her choose an outfit and showed her the ropes. The club was packed with wealthy clients, and the atmosphere was electric. Iris felt out of place, but she tried to push through her
Weeks passed, and Iris continued to isolate herself, only coming out of her room when Ryan had left for work. Ryan was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. His thoughts were constantly drifting back to Iris and the hurt he had caused. His friend Luca noticed the change in him.One morning, Ryan got up early, determined to confront Iris. dressed In a blue tux he headed to her room, standing at the door uncertain about what to do. He wanted to see her face so badly, the cold treatment was unbearable. He stretched his hand to knock but stopped halfway, hanging his hand in the air. Frustrated, he turned and left, passing the dining room where his breakfast had been served. He headed to the car, where his chauffeur opened the door for him. Ryan sank into the seat, lost in thought as they drove to the office.Upon arriving, Luca walked up to him. "Morning, Ryan," he greeted."Morning. What's my schedule for today?" Ryan asked, trying to focus on work."Well, you have a board
Without thinking, she rushed down the stairs to help. "Luca, let me help you," she said, taking Ryan's other arm."Thanks, Iris," Luca said, relief evident in his voice. Together, they managed to get Ryan to his room, every step feeling like a thousand steps for Ryan. His head was spinning, and his whole body reeked of alcohol.They laid him on the bed, and Iris thanked Luca as he left. She looked down at Ryan, her mind swirling with a mix of frustration, anger, and pity. What had she done to deserve this?She began to take off his shoes, then his shirt and vest. As she was about to remove his wristwatch, Ryan suddenly vomited a pool of alcohol all over her.Hot tears streamed down her face as frustration and pain consumed her. Was this really what marriage was supposed to be? Was Ryan deliberately hurting her, making her suffer?She stood up and headed to the bathroom, stripping off her soiled clothes and wrapping a white towel around her body. She filled a bowl with warm water and