"Hey, are you all right, ma'am?" he asked the elderly lady, swiftly approaching her side.
"Son, please help me to sit down" she softly pleaded when he reached her. She appeared pale and on the verge of collapse. He holds her arms and prevents her from falling. After ensuring her safety, he led her to a nearby chair and carefully made her to sit down. He opened and handed her the bottled water he had just bought. Fortunately, he has not drank from it yet. "Ma'am, who is accompanying you? "You are not supposed to walk around alone," he stated worriedly. He watch her try to collect herself after she took a sip of water. "I am just looking about, and I was OK earlier; I am not sure why I felt dizzy," the elderly tenderly explained, discreetly glancing somewhere behind the boy's back to make a subtle gesture. "You have to be careful, ma'am; the weather is hot, and that could be why you felt dizzy." He softly smiled. "Do not worry, son; I will be well; I just need some rest, and thank you for the water," she said, reaching for his hand and patting it gently. "Where will you be going ma'am? I will follow you there; you might get dizzy again," he said with a gorgeous smile. "You did an excellent job assisting me, son, so I will not bother you further," she graciously declined. A gentle smile adorned her lips. "I insist, Madame. Anyway, I am still waiting for my bestfriends. We are going to check our dormitories" He smiled while biting the left side of his bottom lip. A mannerism whenever he is being contemplative. The lady watched with amusement as she realized how adorable the boy is. "So, you are a university student?" she inquired. He nodded and smiled in response. "What program and university, if you do not mind?" "I am pursuing a preparatory program to be a Madical Doctor at KD University, Madame," he announced proudly. She smiled as she reached out to touch his hands, seeing how proud he was of himself. "A good university" she nodded and pat his hands. "Good? No, Madame, good is an understatement" he was a bit incredulous, but it didn't offend the lady. She was amused instead, laughing at how energetic he appeared. "KD University is the best school in our country!" he arrogantly bragged. His youthful vivacity was a refreshing sight that made the elderly giggle even more. "I stand corrected. Yes, indeed, KD University is the best university in the country" she readily agreed, which his smile appeared to be sweeter. "I am proud to be a student at KD University. It has been my dream" he heaved a sigh and for a moment sadness crossed his orbs. It was so fleeting that no one could have noticed. However, the elderly lady noticed. Unaware of the curiosity he had sparked in the elderly, he sought to shrug off the melancholy thoughts that had entered his mind. He flashed her with his naturally beautiful smile. "Then, do your best to become a medical doctor. I could envision the brightest future for you" her tenderness made him pause for a while. Speechless, he openly gawked at her until he realized what he was doing. "I will, Madame," he assured her with a determined nod. Silence descended on them as they exchanged a sincere and sweet smile. "Will you accompany me in that store? I will be meeting with someone there" She broke the comfortable silence by pointing to the cafe not far from where they were sitting. "Yes, ma'am," he replied brightly, carefully helping her to stand. While she held onto his arm, he carried her black handbag in his free hand. "I can accompany you for a while. I still have time" after he made her sit, he softly mumbled while checking his watch. "Don't let me dally you, I will be fine. "Go now and find your friends," she said affectionately, shooing him away. "I can leave my number in case you need help getting home," he replies worriedly. "I will be fine, son, I am meeting my grandchild. He will be here shortly," she assured him. However, the boy remained unconvinced. He is glancing around, as if scanning the entire area for potential hazards for the elderly. While he is immersed in his own thoughts, she was intently staring at him. Unusual for a guy like him, he possesses what every girl's dream. A naturally flawless rosy skin. Even his thick brows were precisely formed, as if a professional make-up artist had groomed them. His hair is raven black, and the few strands that fell on his forehead made him look refreshingly attractive. His moist red lips, which he was fond of biting, appeared to be so soft. Even in her old age, she can not help but imagine what it would be like to be kissed by him. To top it all off, his enticing yet innocent eyes were the first to draw her attention earlier. The pair of aquamarine orbs have its distinct profundity that she wanted to fathom but she cannot. His perfection was paired with a perfectly toned body. She could bet there is a washboard abs underneath his white shirt. He is perfect. He has a masculine demeanor that has been tempered by a feminine gentleness. She could not have imagined it was conceivable, but she could see him that way. "Uhm... I think I need to go, Madame. I hope your grandson arrives soon," he murmured softly, noticing the lady's keen attention on him. "Do not worry, he is on his way. Thank you, son. You are extremely kind to me. Nowadays, it is rare for someone your age to have the kindness you have shown me. Your parents must be very proud of you" she bore him with a gentle and sincere smile. He gave a mournful smile and dropped his head to conceal the pain in his eyes. Normally, he is unaffected by anyone talking about his parents, but something about the elderly lady awoke every fiber of his emotions. Her words and warmth struck him deeply. Her tenderness appears to invite him to share what he has long suppressed. He did not know her, but she made him feel at home. The lady noticed his struggle and the tears that lingered in his eyes. She holds his hands to console him. "I am sorry, son; I had no intention of making you cry. I am simply happy to have met you. You are not only good looking, but you also have a pure heart; you are an angel." She apologizes profusely, unsure what to do. No, ma'am, please do not apologize. I am sorry for worrying you." He wiped the corners of his eyes as he calmed himself. "Life is not easy, but you must remember your own strength. Although you still have a long way, you've already come this far" she patted his hands. "How I wish I had you as a grandchild," she said, smiling affectionately at the boy. "Unfortunately, I do not have a grandaughter," she grumbled, but what she said amused him anyway. "Are you planning to match-make me?" He chuckled at the thought. "Well, why not? "For the time being, you can call me Grandma Zora," she declared excitedly. In contrast to her enthusiasm, he was astounded. He had never felt this way about any woman; he grew up knowing just his father's love and attention. "You would call me Grandma Zora?" she inquired with a fond smile. He looked into her gentle gaze and nodded his head. "Yes, Th... Thank you.... G.. Grandma... Zo... Zora," he replied humbly, his voice trembling with emotion. The old lady beams with joy and delight as she hears his response. "Let us exchange numbers so we could keep in touch" she eagerly suggested while taking her phone out of her bag. He simply smiled and nodded. They swapped numbers, and he saved the information as Grandma Zora. "What name will I put in your information?" she said, her face soft. A gentle smile carved his lips. "Benny..." "Nice name" they shared a fond smile before he excused himself. If he had stayed for a few minutes, he could have met Grandma Zora's grandson. "Abuela" A tan arm wrapped around her shoulder, and a soft kiss landed on her cheeks. "Hello, sweetheart! Abuela misses you very much," she said, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead. "How are you doing, Abuela? You looked pale," he says worriedly, taking the woman's hands quickly. "I am alright; I was just a little tired, and the weather is hot these days," she remarked, patting her grandson's hand. Unconvinced, he motions for someone to approach. "Danny, my grandmother was not feeling well, you must have called me. You are with her for a reason, not to be a statue from afar," the man he called Danny bent his head in submission. "Sweetheart, it's not Danny's fault. I instructed him to stay still" Zora intervened, fully knowing his grandson's temper. He turned to his grandmother, waiting for her explanation. "An angel helped me. "He is so gorgeous," she said dreamily, like an infatuated teen. "Abuela, do not tell me you are in love at your age" he was surprised with the way his grandmother was acting. "Ouch ouch... Abuela" he was startled when she flicked his forehead. "Silly boy! He is about your age" she got incredulous by her grandson's thoughts. "But you looked smitten just thinking of him" he retorted, touching his throbbing forehead. "Because he is an angel. An adorable angel and I want him to be my grandson, but I do not have an equally stunning granddaughter," she pouted, looking up into her grandson's eyes. "If only you were a girl" she sounded frustrated. "Abuela?" He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I know, I know, you will never be a girl. You are muscular, pierced, tattooed, and a gang leader" she retorted, lifting her two hands in the air as if to surrender. A chuckle escaped him as he struggled to figure out what to do with his Abuela's antics. However, he was up for a great surprise. "You must court him and convince him to be your boyfriend, Devon. You can bottom for him too" Zora used her dominance as she strictly impose to her grandson. "Abuela?!" A mixture of disbelief and fear struck him by surprise. Madame Zora, the Dalton family's shrewd and ruthless matriarch, has emerged, and he is afraid of her. With her current tone, no one in the family would dare to disagree with her, more so him. Even if he is her favorite grandson. "I never intervened with your life, Devon. You screwed boys and girls and you heard nothing from me" she seriously sneered. "You can have all the gang fights, and I will provide you with top-notched lawyers to defend your ass" her lips carved with an ominous smirk. "I will hire the best tattoo artist in the world to ink your skin. And the most important one" she smiled, giving Devon an unsettling feeling. "You will receive complete inheritance from me," His breath was held, waiting for the worst to happen. "Just bring my Angel home as your husband" she sweetly smiled. ****Tbc****"Class will start in three days" Josh mumbled after taking a sip of his drink."Benny will have more options for his daily dose of girls" Kit teased, glancing at Bienley who was quietly eating his dinner."University is far different from highschool, Benny. University girls, particularly older ones, would be more forthright. You must be careful when dealing with them." Josh scowled at him, knowing full well that Bienley attracts older girls, and that only meant one thing. Trouble."I know, Josh. Don't worry" he heaved a sigh. They have been having the same conversation multiple times, and it is starting to tick him off each time the subject is brought up. But he could not blame his friends for being overly concerned.He had been in trouble countless times due of his unusual pastime of playing with girls, and his two best friends had stood by his side, protecting him. "And please, Benny, never mess with engineering girls. Even with girls who are in relationships with engineering guys
"Pardon my carelessness, Young Master Devon," the woman softly mumbled as she scurried away in fright.No one paid her any attention since all eyes were fixed on the figure sitting in the center of the enormous leather couch.Bienley took in the scene in front of him before meeting the set of piercing gray eyes that were staring at him.Their gazes duel in silence before he heaved a sigh. Conceding to the newcomer's tacit dominance, he stands up and prepares to leave.Without urgency, he straightened his stiff limbs and placed his hands inside his pockets. He stood still for a moment, facing the person who made his palm sweat and his heart race. But he would rather be swallowed by the ground than reveal his distress.With his unhurried steps, he made way towards Devon and his entourage. But he came to a halt in front of his imposing frame that was blocking his path. His calm gaze is fixed on the same set of gray orbs."I am not here to cause trouble. I was mistakenly ushered here, but
"Ahh...hhhaa..." he yawned, stretching out the lethargy from his sound slumber.The bed felt so comfy that he was tempted to go back to sleep. However, his brain was aware that he needed to wake up. He blinked numerous times to clear his vision as he stared up at the ceiling.Still dazed with sleep, he tried to recall what he did last night. He was certain he was not in his dorm room, so he figured he was in some random hotel, as he was used to whenever he had a hookup.He expected to be alone since it was his rule to send the girl away once he had finished with her. However, he noticed that the room is far more luxurious than the one he had before. Despite his ill reputation as a casanova, it had always been his rule 2 to pay for the hotel, and he had never had an expensive one like the one he had now. "You're awake"A deep voice drew his attention to the bathroom door, where a freshly showered guy wearing a white robe leans against the doorframe. The one who has tormented him eve
"Excuse me?" Bienley finally spoke after a long period of stunned silence."Be my boyfriend" Devon repeated what he said earlier."I am not into guys," he incredulously responded."I know you are not, and I do not want you to become one either." Devon casually shrugged and lay flat on the bed next to him. His robe was slightly parted, exposing parts of his muscular thighs. Bienley's imagination was stirred by the fine hairs on his legs. He wonders where it all leads. However, upon realizing his impure thoughts, he promptly castigated himself.Despite the temptation, he refrained from staring at Devon's lower body. And to his surprise, his heart pounded fast while gulping hard to ease the lump out of his throat. "But you can just be into me" Devon added, which drew Bienley's attention away from his indecent thoughts. "Gay for you?" Bienley attempted to tease to calm his nerves. "Yes" Devon readily agreed while staring at the ceiling. Bienley stared at his face and realized he was
"Fuck you" Bienley muttered angrily while buried in Devon's neck. His irritation grew after realizing how his body betrayed him. He still could feel his body tingling from the ecstasy that Devon's hand had bestowed upon him."You have nothing to be ashamed about it" Devon softly spoke. He remained motionless as he hovered above him. Bienley was fully aware that he had no one to blame, particularly Devon, but his new knowledge about himself is beginning to terrify him.He is enamored with a man's touch and it has aroused something within him that he is unable to comprehend fully."I, too, was terrified when I realized I desired not only girls, but also men. It was a nightmare," Devon said, trying to calm him down.He carefully lay down next to Beinley, refusing to let go. His arms are securely wrapped around him, holding him close. "At first, I was in denial. I played with girls even more, but it did not stop the intrusive ideas I had about guys." He added, chuckling bitterly."Not
"Have you contacted the guy Madame Zora asked you to bring home?" Dex asked after taking a gulp of his beer. "Nah, the contact number is still in my inbox. Haven't checked it yet" Devon whispered while raking his fingers through his hair. After their steamy moment this morning, Bienley left after breakfast. He was relieved he didn't insist on ravaging his ass. He could not have a painful butt while he planned to meet with his friends.They are in their private hangout, and though it's still early, they already started drinking their booze. "So what's with you and the Casanova?" Lucas casually asked what their other friends are also curious to know about. "Boyfriends" Devon faintly chuckled, making his friends exchanged meaningful gazes."He agreed?" Dex arched a brow."Yes" he nodded. "When did you get interested in exclusive dating, Von?""Does this mean you will stop playing?"He was immediately swamped with inquiries, but he took his time drinking his beer."At the moment, no
Bienley watched Devon stepping out of the bathroom, attired merely in his boxers, his magnificent form unveiled before his captivated eyes.He relish in the sight of his chiseled washboard abs and the taut v-shaped muscle that tapered downward.As a man, the treasure hidden within his black boxers is ordinarily a familiar sight to him, but seeing it in Devon brought his sanity to the brink of being compromised. "Enjoying the view?"Devon's teasing voice diverted his focus away from the delicate hairs that trailed lower till they disappeared at the waistband of his boxers."Yes, I do," Bienley replied, looking up to meet his amused gaze."It's all yours. Perks of being boyfriends" Devon spread his arms, appearing to offer himself to him.Bienley arched his brow and said nothing. His gaze followed him as he joined him on the bed. As he get settled next to him, a fresh and relaxing scent of lavender assailed his senses."I love lavender" Bienley whispered while snuggled with Devon."Me,
Bienley's most anticipated day has arrived, the start of school. "Hello, cutie""Hi, Bienley. We haven't had a date yet, I am from Economics Department""It's really Bienley Cullen? The Casanova?""So the rumors are true. He enrolled in KD University this year?""I can not believe the Casanova is going to be our schoolmate. He is gorgeous""Bienley, here's my number" one of the girls handed him her phone, but he continued walking without sparing her a glance."Bienley, here's my QR. Just scan it" another girl tried to catch up, but he disregarded her, just like the first girl.Josh and Kit shared a meaningful glance before turning to look at Bienley. He has not paid attention to any of the girls who have approached him since they arrived."Gorgeous girls are everywhere," Kit said, intently observing his face."Hmm..." he nodded, but kept his gaze straight ahead."Have you picked your first target?" Josh teasingly nudged him."Nah, they all looked the same. That's kinda boring" he shr
"Fin"The moment Bella's gaze laid on the humble house where her father and son had made their home, a rush of emotion welled within her. Tears brimmed in her eyes, spilling over and cascading down her cheeks in a silent testament to the depth of her feelings. The modest abode stood before her like a living, breathing memoir of the simple life they'd led. It was a typical house, its every nook and cranny bearing the marks of a simple and hard - working existence. "Father, why did you have to endure such a life? This is worlds apart from the life you were accustomed to," Bella choked out between sobs, her eyes flitting around the room, desperate to absorb every little detail. Bienley, wearing a tender smile, drew his mother closer to him in a warm embrace. "I had the most wonderful childhood right here, mother. The simplicity of our life never felt like a burden. In fact, it was a blessing. Father raised me with an abundance of love, and that was far more valuable than any material
Bienley's grand introduction as the sole heir to the Vanderpool - Guillebeaux empire was nothing short of astonishing. The moment the news broke, it sent shockwaves rippling through the crowd, igniting a wild frenzy."What?""How could this be?""I'd been expecting an heiress, especially with rumors flying that the heir had inherited Madame Bella's stunning beauty.""He's undeniably gorgeous, a perfect male mirror image of Madame Bella Vanderpool.""So, the heir is a man, not a woman?""And he's in a relationship with CEO Devon Dalton, no less."A tidal wave of diverse speculations crashed over the guests as they stared intently at the stage. There, Dr. Bienley Cullen was being tenderly embraced and kissed by CEO Bella Vanderpool. In return, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist with equal affection, their gestures speaking volumes.The simple yet intimate interactions between the rumored heir and his renowned mother seemed to confirm their relationship beyond a shadow of a dou
Carlisle stood with an unreadable expression, his eyes fixed on the seething guests. Their angry mutters filled the air, a chaotic symphony of indignation. "These people have no sense of decorum. All they want is a free meal and a chance to guzzle our drinks," one guest hissed."They need to be put in their place!" another chimed in, her face red with anger."If we don't toss them out, this whole event will be a disaster," a third added, their voice shrill with panic.The enraged guests turned their venomous glares on Bienley. But the young doctor remained unperturbed, meeting their scornful looks with a calm, unwavering gaze. Carlisle took a step forward, his presence commanding. He raised his hand, and the room fell silent, save for the occasional indignant huff. "Ladies and gentlemen, you were invited here for a purpose. Don't squander this opportunity by causing a scene. Keep to yourselves," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. The guests, though reluctant, clamped their
The opulent grand ballroom of Guillebeaux Hotel and Casino blazed with a dazzling radiance. Above, crystal chandeliers shimmered like constellations, their warm, golden glow cascading over the exquisitely attired guests. Waiters glided through the throng, their trays laden with flutes of bubbling champagne and bite-sized, mouthwatering hors d'oeuvres that seemed like edible works of art."Word on the street is that Madame Bella Vanderpool is set to unveil her heir to the world tonight," a clique of affluent women, swathed in designer gowns and dripping with diamond jewelry, tittered among themselves. Their laughter was like the delicate tinkling of fine crystal."Rumor has it that her heir has inherited her ageless allure," one of the women leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, eyes alight with intrigue."She has a daughter? How on earth has this been kept under wraps?" A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through their tight-knit circle."That's the mystery that has ev
Bienley stared deeply into Bella's teary eyes, where a river of tears cascaded down her cheeks. Her words of unwavering assurance, coupled with the raw pain of anguish that reflects in her gaze, finally unearthed the truth he'd been starved of for far too long."Mama will never, ever abandon you, my precious little Prince. You are the very breath of Mama's life. That faint, flickering hope deep in my heart, the one that whispered someday I'd find you, kept me going, kept me alive through the darkest of days." She traced his face with a yearning touch, as if trying to engrave every contour, every freckle into her memory.Bienley closed his eyes, surrendering to the delicate, feather - light touch of her soft hands. In that moment, this tenuous connection felt like a salve to his broken, battered soul, mending the cracks that had formed over so many lonely years."Mama," Bienley choked out, launching himself into her embrace. His arms wound tightly around her slender waist, and he nest
"Oh my god, Lander!" Bella gasped, the sound tearing from her throat. And then, she was overtaken by another bout of heart-rending sobs. The pain that had been pent up for so long was now erupting in a flood of emotions."Bienley? Are you certain?" Señor Quintana, usually the picture of composure, asked in a voice that betrayed a slight tremor. His once-dull, aged eyes now reflected a tenderness that was rarely seen, as if a long-buried emotion had been unearthed."Yes, grandpa. He looks just like my father. Even though the photo was taken when he was quite young, I could never mistake him for anyone else," Bienley said, trying his best to convince them despite the confusion swirling within him. His words were a mixture of certainty and bewilderment."Oh, god," Damon Quintana looked at his wife, whose expression mirrored his own surprise. The old man closed his eyes tightly, as if in deep, silent prayer. He rubbed his face with both hands, looking utterly tormented, as if the weigh
"Love, I'm right here. Just relax. As long as I'm by your side, no one can harm you," Devon murmured softly into Bienley's ear, sensing the turmoil within him. "I'm so scared," Bienley whispered tremulously, his trembling hands clutching Devon's. Bienley felt a strange numbness wash over him. His head started to pound as he grappled to make sense of the bewildering situation. A storm of conflicting thoughts whirled through his muddled mind, and he had the unsettling sensation of being adrift in a sea of overpowering emotions, with no clear destination in sight."I'm here with you. Whatever this is, we'll face it together," Devon said, drawing Bienley closer and enfolding him in a warm, reassuring embrace.Bienley was secretly glad that he'd allowed Devon to come along when the latter had insisted. Right now, Devon's possessive nature seemed like a blessing.They were then led into a vast room, huddling close to one another as they followed in silence. As they stepped inside, they
Today marked a momentous occasion for Bienley, Josh, and Kit, the young resident doctors at Dalton Medical Center. They had been bestowed with the extraordinary opportunity to attend the highly prestigious medical convention. Amidst the sea of numerous prominent figures within the medical field, they felt a sense of humble pride, finding themselves rubbing shoulders with the greats.Josh and Kit had already made themselves comfortable at their assigned table. Their eyes darted around the venue, wide with wonder as they took in the sheer opulence and grandeur that surrounded them. The very fact that they were here still felt like a dream, a surreal experience that they could scarcely believe. The three - day event unfolded like a dazzling tapestry of medical discoveries. One groundbreaking revelation after another was presented, leaving the audience spellbound. Each new insight was like a precious gem, adding to the collective wisdom of the medical community. Josh couldn't shake t
"Dr. Cullen, for you," came a soft, dulcet voice. Bienley, in the midst of his rounds in the bustling emergency room, turned towards the sound. What greeted his eyes was nothing short of unexpected.A tiny figure, scarcely reaching four feet in height, stood beside the hospital bed. In her small hands, she held a vibrant bouquet of sunflowers, their bright yellow petals adding a splash of color to the otherwise sterile environment. Her face was a vision of innocence, framed by a halo of soft curls. A sweet smile played on her lips, accentuating the adorable dimples that adorned her cheeks."Thank you for saving my papa," she piped up, her eyes shining with pure admiration as she lifted the bouquet towards Bienley. The words were filled with a child's unbridled gratitude, cutting through the chaos of the emergency room like a warm ray of sunshine."Thank you, Claire. Your papa is doing really well, and he'll be able to go home for a few days," Bienley replied with a gentle smile as