ISABELMavis suddenly looked up from his phone and glanced around before burying his face in it again. He was tapping the keyboard on his phone quickly then, he would wait and begin again.He had stopped eating and was now more interested in his phone. "It seems you have been distracted, son." Mom said and he looked up, feeling uneasy."It's just a short conversation with workmates about an updated schedule. I'll resume eating as soon as we have finalized our discussion." Mom nodded.Donald and Roland were already done with their food and had vacated the table leaving behind a portion of their meal.Somehow, Jessie was able to swap his plate with Donald's so he could finish up when he had remained."Jessie eats more than everyone in this house, yet, he doesn't grow fat," Dad commented teasingly, standing to his feet as he wiped his mouth with the serviette. Jessie gave him a small smile and continued with his food. Mom followed behind her husband and waited for him to dump the used s
MAVIS After my hasty departure, I grabbed my briefcase and made it toward my car. As I slid into the driver's seat, the engine purring to life beneath me, a thought flitted across my mind. Could Isabel be pregnant? And if so, who could the father be? I shook my head, a futile attempt to dismiss the idea, my mind already conjuring up possibilities and scenarios. But before the wheels of my imagination could start to turn, I turned my attention to the driveway, a final glance back at the Mulan mansion before pulling out of the garage. As I drove, the questions continued to nag at me. I knew that, if Isabel were indeed pregnant, the revelation would shake the Mulan family to its core, and unleash a torrent of drama and speculation and I wasn't ready for that. And then there was the even more troubling question of who the father might be. Could it be me, or had someone else stolen her affections? After wrapping up for the day, I would be embarking on my rendezvous with Estelle. My t
MAVIS I resisted Estelle’s advances with all the willpower I could muster, determined to extricate myself from the dangerous web she was weaving. "Stop," I said, my voice stern, commanding. “This isn’t what I came here for." But Estelle wouldn’t be deterred. She pressed closer, her body flush against mine, her lips perilously close to mine. “You know you want this," She whispered, her voice low and sensual. For a moment, I hesitated, my body betraying me with its treacherous response to Estelle’s proximity. But then, I remembered the purpose of my visit, the seriousness of her words. Pushing her away with a firm hand, I took a step back, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "No. Whatever it is that you’re hiding, just tell me now. I won’t fall for your tricks." Estelle’s expression hardened, her eyes flickering with something akin to hurt before she steeled herself. Estelle’s patience seemed to have reached its limit, her words dripping with disdain. "Clearly, you’re more co
ISABEL The revelation that Mavis was not joining the family for dinner left a hollow ache in the pit of my stomach. With this realization came the stark knowledge that I wouldn't be able to look at him during dinner like I usually did.Well, I took my cutlery and stretched out for a glass of water first. As I began to eat, the stillness of the dining room was broken by the unexpected sensation of a hand on my lap. My muscles tensed, and my eyes darted around the table, searching for the source of the contact.Despite the shock of the unexpected touch, I forced myself to remain calm, my gaze flitting between my plate and the tablecloth, feigning disinterest. The sensation was delayed for a while. As the seconds ticked by, I thought. Had I imagined the contact? Or, maybe I felt so because of the tablecloth as it brushed against my thighs whenever I moved my legs. But as the hand on my thigh began to roam, tracing its way along the contours of my nightgown, I became more alarmed. Wi
ISABEL I listened calmly upon hearing Donald's comment. Mavis pulled out of my cunt and remained still. The tablecloth was a barrier, concealing his trembling legs from those seated around the table. Soon, Mom’s voice cut through the silence, addressing Donald."You must be hallucinating, my Dear," She said with a questioning look at me as though to say, did you also hear any sound?"Donald, there's nothing of such okay? It's probably the sounds from the cutleries kissing the plates." Dad nodded with a smile. I sat at the table with everyone else, but I felt alone. Mom’s comment calmed everyone down, but I was still worried. It felt like a fight was happening inside me. I wanted to do something to help Mavis but I was scared too.Donald’s voice cut through my thoughts, "Well, I know what I heard, but I suppose it’s fine if no one else did," He said. The dining room fell into a comfortable silence once more. And yet, I knew that for me, the trouble wasn't over. Mavis’ game was far
MAVISFeeling remorseful that I was hiding something from her, I knew I should apologize to her rather than try to justify my actions. "Well, Isabel, I had a problem to tackle urgently. Last night, I didn't really have peace of mind and I'm sorry about how things turned out."She looked at me, looking unsatisfied with my explanation and apology. "What are you up to, Mavis?"I ignored her question, "So, can we go to the hospital tomorrow, get checked and make sure everything’s okay?"She hesitated, looking between me and the door. "Fine," She muttered. I nodded, not wanting to push her any further. "Okay, that's fine." With a sigh, Isabel got up and made toward the door. "Good night to you." She muttered,. "And no, I don’t want a kiss." There was a long silence, and for a moment I thought she might leave. But then I felt the bed shift as she sat down next to me. "Is there something you want to tell me?" She asked taking my hand. "No, not at all." I said sitting up, my arms rested o
MAVIS"Is there anything else wrong?" I asked showing concern. "I feel..." She stuttered. "I umm..." She gulped down a quantity of saliva. "I’ve been sick this morning," She finally managed to say. "I’ve vomited three times already." My eyes widened, "Are you… could it mean that you are pregnant?" I asked. Isabel’s face was masked with fear, her eyes wide and shiny as though she was hiding her tears. "I’m so scared," She whispered, her voice breaking as she spoke. “What if Dad and Mom find out? What if they’re disappointed in me?""We won’t let that happen," I said, stepping forward to take her hand in mine. "We’ll figure this out together.""Let’s go," I said, as I guided Isabel towards the door. “A laboratory test will give us the answers we need.”She nodded, her face still pale but her expression resolved as she followed me out of her room and down the hallway. We made our way towards the stairs, and the sound of our footsteps echoed to our ears. "Good morning, Dad," I greeted,
MAVIS I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "He’s disappointed, maybe I should have told him." I said, "He thinks I should have consulted him first, that I’m not being responsible."Isabel bit her lip, "Are you okay?" I turned in her direction, "We should be more bothered about you, are you okay?"She took a breath, "I think we’re going to be in trouble soon," She said and rubbed her belly. I couldn’t help but glance down at her stomach, my heart hammering in my chest as I considered her meaning. "Dad has noticed how close we are, I think it's the paparazzi. What'd you think?""I don't know what to think unless you tell me what he told you,""He said I should be careful whenever I'm around you," "Dad said that?" She asked with surprise. I simply nodded at her and she smiled shaking her head at the same time. Cars on the road crawled along, bumper to bumper. The noise of honking horns and idling engines filled the air as everyone tried to reach their expected destination early