"His girlfriend?" Stacey asked."Yeah, remember I told you they had been having problems. I think that's why they are arguing." Anabel replied. At this moment, Jethro's and his girlfriend's voices became loud and clear."You have stopped picking up my calls for a few days now." Jethro's girlfriend yelled. "I've explained that it's just a message that doesn't mean much. I've told you before, he's just a friend and nothing much. I don't know why you are seeing it as a big deal.""What do you take me for? A fool? I'm not a kid, Stella. I'm mature enough to know what that text is all about. That message is clear to understand. What does he want to do with you at night? Is he texting you for a business meeting or what?""I can see you don't love me. You are finding faults, looking for a way to blame me, and bring another girl in. If you really love me, you won't be saying this. Just because of a common text, you start acting like a kid. Who is that girl?""Don't even try to act smart in thi
Stella, however, wasn't ready to lose Jethro. Not yet. She fell to her knees and clutched Jethro's hand. "Please, love, don't do this. I promise I will make it right. I will block his number and cut him off from my life," Stella said, trying to convince Jethro.Jethro looked down at her. "You lied to me, Stella. You denied it at first. How can I trust you again?""I will do anything to prove myself to you. Just don't push me away. I can't bear the thought of losing you. You are the only one I love." Stella confessed.After ten minutes of begging and pleading with tears, Jethro finally spoke up. "Stella, I don't trust you again. But if you are truly sorry, then maybe I will give you a chance."Stacey got disappointed when she heard Jethro say that. She had hoped this would be the end of their relationship, but it seemed Jethro was willing to accept Stella back."Thank you, love. I promise I'll make it up to you." Stella said and got up."Alright, but if you betray my trust again, it wil
When she stepped outside, she was greeted by the cool morning air. Jethro smiled when he saw her coming. She was still wearing her nightgown."What is she coming to do with a nightgown?" He asked himself."Good morning, Jethro." Stacey greeted when she came close."Good morning, Stacey," he replied with a warm and welcoming tone. "What brings you out here?""Good morning, Jethro. I saw you swimming and thought of coming to say hi." She answered.Jethro chuckled. "Yeah, it's Saturday morning. I used to swim every Saturday morning.""That's nice. It looks like you are really good at it. You move through the water so effortlessly like a fish.""Yeah, I've been swimming since I was a kid. It has always been part of me." Jethro replied."That's amazing. I wish I could swim like you.""I can teach you if you want. It's never too late to learn." Jethro said."I will love that. Let's start now." Stacey replied in excitement. That was what she wanted. "But you don't look ready." Jethro said, s
Stacey's hips were swaying from left to right as she sauntered back towards the pool. The bra was no match for her big breasts. Her deep cleavage was practically screaming for attention, while the panties left little to the imagination as it barely covered her tempting ass. . She knew how exposed and sexy she was and was ready to handle whatever came.As she approached the pool, Jethro's gaze was drawn to her. He didn't know when he started staring, but he found himself glued to her irresistible body.He has never seen Stacey so exposed. His eyes followed the line of her neck, down to her collarbone, then further down to the soft mounds that rose and fell with each breath she took.As Jethro watched her, he began to imagine things. He couldn't help but notice the way her pantie rode up, revealing a hint of her pussy line. At this period, he began to feel blood rushing down his groin. He was getting hard inside the water.Stacey, who was aware of the effect she was having on Jethro, sm
As he worked on her strokes, he couldn't help but notice the way Stacey's body was moving in the water. Her breasts bobbing up and down, and her hips were swirling in a mesmerizing pattern. He felt a surge of temptation, a desire to touch her in ways that had nothing to do with swimming. But he managed to control himself, reminding himself that Stacey was his sister's best friend, and that he needed to respect her boundaries. Stacey loved the way Jethro's hands felt on her skin, the way his fingers wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. She felt a flutter in her chest as he touched her, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he touched her more, places where he was avoiding to touch. She wanted him to touch her more, to hold her closer, to kiss her. She wouldn't stop him if he made a move.After about ten minutes, Stacey decides to try the deeper part of the pool."Take me to the deeper part." Stacey said."Are you sure about this?" Jethro asked."Aren't
They continued to swim, but Jethro kept giving her some space. He doesn't want what happened to repeat again. Soon, Stacey began to master it."Let's take some rest." Jethro said, and they sat at the edge of the pool."How about your girlfriend? I heard you guys arguing. What was the problem all about?" Stacey asked Jethro. She thought it was an opportunity to ask him."It's just a small misunderstanding. I don't want to talk about it. We are good now." Jethro replied."Alright, if you say so." Stacey said. "Let me practice what you taught me.""Are you sure? Let me help you." Jethro offered, and she refused. "No, I don't want you to help me, okay? I want to try it on my own." Jethro raised his eyebrow, slightly confused. It was too early to let her swim alone, but he reluctantly agreed to let her try. Stacey took a deep breath and pushed off from the side of the pool.Right inside the pool, she began to paddle with her arms. However, she quickly realized that she was struggling to ke
It wasn't until Stacey's tongue touched his that Jethro jolted back to reality. He quickly pulled away, his eyes wide with shock, as he stared at Stacey in confusion."Oh my god, Stacey, I'm so sorry." He exclaimed. His voice was shaking slightly. "I...I didn't mean to...I thought you were...I don't know what came over me."Stacey smiled to herself, trying to hide the triumph she felt. She had finally kissed Jethro, and it wasn't bad.She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief before saying, "It's okay, Jethro. I'm fine. Just a little...dizzy, that's all. Thank you for saving my life. I thought I could do it all alone."Jethro nodded, still looking flustered, and helped Stacey stood on her feet."Thank you for understanding. I...I thought you will accuse me of sexually assaulting you." Jethro said."Why will I? It's just a kiss, and it wasn't bad. We were both lost, and I don't think it's bad." Stacey said, trying to keep Jethro calm. She has just seen another side of Jethr
"I want you to come back today. It's important." The dad said."What is that? I'm planning to come back tomorrow." Stacey answered."No, you need to come now. Tomorrow will be late. Start coming now." The dad replied."Okay, Dad, I will be on my way." She said and hung up."My dad said I should come back home today." Stacey said to Anabel."It's alright. You have already taken a bath from the swimming. You can just wear your clothes and leave." Anabel said, and Stacey stared at her suspiciously. "Are you chasing me away?" Stacey asked, and Anabel smiled. "It's not that I'm chasing you. I'm protecting you. I just don't want you to get pregnant for my brother. Not out of wedlock.""What do you mean?" "With what I saw in that pool, if you spend the night here, you might wake up in his room, tired and filled up with his fertile sperm. You know what I mean." Anabel teased. "You guys need to give yourselves space.""It's not possible. How can I wake up in his room?" "Anything can happen be
"Then what are we going to do now?" Jethro asked. "I will call an ambulance to take him to the hospital." The doctor said and picked up his phone. He called the hospital for an ambulance and turned to Anabel and Jethro. "I have called for the ambulance. It will be here soon, and your dad will be taken care of." Anabel’s breath shuddered as fresh fear consumed her. Her greatest nightmare—the thought of losing her father—was tightening its grip around her chest. She couldn’t lose him. She wouldn’t lose him. But right now, it felt like she had no control over that fate. Every second felt like an eternity until the ambulance finally arrived. The flashing lights reflecting off the smooth pavement. The paramedics moved with urgency, but their presence only heightened Anabel’s anxiety. Jethro, her brother, immediately rushed forward to assist Dr. Maxwell in lifting their father from the bed. Anabel stood back, frozen, her hands trembling as she watched them carefully maneuver Sir Orton
Without wasting a second, Anabel called her brother, Jethro. The moment he picked up, she repeated the same panicked message.“Dad collapsed! You have to come home!”“I’ll be there, Anabel! Just hang on!” Jethro replied.After ending the call, she knelt beside her father again, gripping his hand as she watched his shallow breathing. “Daddy, stay with me,” she whispered through her tears. “Don’t leave me. Help is coming. Nothing will happen to you. You are going to be fine.”A few minutes later, she heard a car pull up. She was expecting the doctor, but when the door opened, it was her brother, Jethro. He had to speed up immediately after he answered the call."We need to take him to the hospital," Jethro said just as he entered the room."I've called the doctor. He said he's coming.""You have called the doctor, and he's yet to come?" Jethro asked."I don't know what is delaying him. He said he's coming already.""I don't think I'm going to have that patience. Come on, let's carry him
At this point, she could barely breathe. She was confused and didn’t know what to do. Her dad had been struggling on his own until he went weak. Her dad had been fighting with asthma for a very long time, though he always controlled it. But today, she couldn't tell what triggered it. And she was so startled to see that his inhaler was empty. He always bought dozens of it. But since he started taking his drugs, he has found the inhaler unnecessary. These days, he barely uses it. She tried to wake him up, but it all went futile. At this point, she doesn't need any prophet to tell her that her dad needed urgent medical attention. Anabel zipped down her handbag. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with her phone. Her fingers were slicked with sweat as she scrolled through her contacts. Her breath was uneven, her heart hammering in her chest. She struggled to keep her thoughts straight, but the sight of her father lying motionless on the floor had shattered any semblance of calm she
The next morning, as the soft beams of sunlight filtered through the windows in Anabel’s room, Anabel was busy at her desk, clicking away on her system. Her fingers were moving rapidly over her computer keyboard as she worked through tasks with total focus. Even though she seemed focused, her mind was restless. She had been debating whether or not to visit Sylvester and Vanessa that morning. Desmond’s words had burrowed deep into her thoughts, creating an unsettling doubt that she couldn’t shake. She needed answers. She needed to confirm what was true. She wasn't ready for another heartbreak. Not when she hasn't even recovered from the first heartbreak. Hours passed, and finally, she leaned back in her chair, exhaling sharply as she finished her work. She closed her laptop and rubbed her temples as she tried to clear her thoughts. With a quiet sigh, she got up and stretched before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. As the warm water cascaded down her skin, her thoughts
Without wasting any time, the dad asked, “Why did you reject Reuben? You can't tell me you are not ready for marriage because that is what you need now. A man that will take good care of you and your child.” Anabel let out a sigh and leaned back against the headboard. “I don’t like him," she said flatly. “I’m not just interested in him.” She answered, and her father crossed his arms as he gazed at her. “That doesn’t matter much. What matters is that he loves you. Reuben is a good man. Ever since I knew him, he never caused trouble. All you need is a man that will love and take good care of you. You can start loving him after marriage. You think all those successful marriages started with love? No—commitment comes first, and love follows.” Anabel shook her head, standing her ground. “That’s not how it works for me, Dad. My heart isn’t in it.” Sir Orton exhaled slowly as he sensed frustration creeping into him. He wasn’t angry—not yet—but he was growing weary of Anabel's choices.
Her father continued. “I’ve told him everything. About your first marriage and your divorce. I also told her about your pregnancy, and he still accepted.” Anabel’s lips parted slightly in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. Reuben was a very cute guy, but looking at him, she doesn't see herself gisting with someone like him. She shifted in her seat before speaking. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Father. And I thank the Johnsons for coming.” Sir Johnson smiled faintly, observing her with an unreadable expression. Reuben remained unmoved as he continued to watch her with silent interest. Anabel took a breath and continued, “Under normal circumstances, I might have asked for time to think it over because we have never talked about it. But there is no need for that.” Her father leaned forward slightly and asked. “And why is that?” "I don't know how this will sound, but I am not interested in marriage now.” She answered, and the room went silent. No one was expecting
Anabel got back home and stepped out of her car. Her mind was still occupied with thoughts about her hospital visit. The conversation with Desmond had stirred something in her—an unease she had tried to push aside but couldn't fully ignore. As she walked toward her father’s grand villa, she noticed two luxurious cars parked neatly in the driveway. She slowed her pace slightly, and her brows knitted together as she took in the unfamiliar, expensive cars. She tried to recall if they were expecting visitors, but nothing came to mind. She tried to recognize the cars, but she couldn't. One was a gold Bugatti, and the other one was a gray Rolls Royce. The latest and the most expensive car in the country. Even though her father was known to have high-profile associates, these cars weren’t ones she recognized. The insignias, the vip plate number. They belonged to people of significant wealth, people who rarely made unexpected visits. Anabel straightened her posture and entered through
Desmond glanced away, knowing that it wasn't even his problem at the moment. His main problem was that someone was about to extort a big amount of money from her. He couldn't stand it. "Yeah, I know, but that’s not my problem right now." He said with a weak voice. Bella raised an eyebrow in curiosity and asked. "What do you mean it’s not your problem? What’s going on? Which other problem do we have here than winning her back?" Desmond hesitated for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "There’s a man. Her so-called new boyfriend." "Does she have a boyfriend?' Bella asked. "Yeah, but the problem is that he's deceiving her. He’s about to extort a huge amount of money from her." Mrs. Elizabeth and Bella both stared at him in shock, but Bella was the first to speak. "A huge amount of money?" "How much money are we talking about?" His mom asked with a voice tinged with disbelief. "I know you guys won't believe this, but this man is about to extort three million dollars from her.
Desmond's mom let out a long sigh and let her shoulders sag slightly. "I don’t blame her, though. She has every right to be angry. After everything we did, after how we treated her... I wouldn’t stop to listen either." Bella, who was standing a few steps away, folded her arms tightly across her chest. "But she should at least hear us out," Bella muttered. "Why would she do that? I mean, we are trying to apologize. We are trying to make amends, aren’t we? It’s not like we are asking for much. She could have rolled down the window for a second. Just a second." Mrs. Elizabeth shook her head gently and glanced at her daughter. "Bella, don't say that. She's angry, and she should be. This is not about what we think she should do. We pushed her away. We hurt her. She doesn’t owe us her time, not after the way we treated her." Bella huffed in response and said,. "Yeah, okay, we were wrong. But if she doesn’t let us talk, how are we supposed to make it right? She should have just let us tal