When they finished, Daniella cleared the table and washed the plates, then retired back to the sitting room. Leonard had finished his drink.He got up and headed to the kitchen."Where are you going?" Daniella asked."Get some alcohol." He replied and left for the kitchen. Daniella settled down and continued to sip her drink.As Daniella was waiting for him, she couldn't help but begin to think of the possible positions Leonard would keep her in."Shouldn't I be getting... fucked by now? He should be pounding me right now." She thought. She wasn't even remorseful that she was thinking that in Desmond's house. Though that is exactly what Leonard had in mind when he showed up with his bag. To have Daniella dressed all slutty and bent over for him. Hair pulled, ass spanked, neck grabbed?A few minutes later, Leonard entered the living room again, this time holding the glass of wine Daniella left out in one hand and another beer in his other hand."You need to drink more wine." Leonard sai
But at this moment, she wanted to be fucked properly. She wanted to feel like a woman again, and her boyfriend was the perfect person. He was the only one that knew how to handle it."I don't kiss Desmond this way. You have the best I can give." She ground into the stiff rod in between his pants more, her hands on his strong shoulders.Leonard kissed her deeply, their tongues once again dancing wildly together. Getting lost in the kiss, Daniella felt him adjusting on his seat, and suddenly he lifted her up in his arms."Why don't you show me what you got for me? I need it now." Daniella whispered into his ear."If I'm going to show you, it's going to be in his bed. I want to feed you with my huge dick right on his bed." He cockily answered.Daniella let out another giggle and led him to Desmond's bedroom. Getting closer, he carried her up in his arms. When they finally got into the bedroom, he threw her onto Desmond's king-size bed.She reclined back into the bed, enjoying the sight of
Leonard climbed up to the bed and pulled her pantie off. He positioned himself in between her thighs and placed his dick at the entrance of her pussy."Ohhh!" Daniella moaned as he began to sink his dick into her. He felt her pussy tight as if it had been long since she had have sex. He continued to penetrate her until she took all his length. Slowly, Leonard began to fuck, going in and out."Your pussy is so tight. That dumbass must have a small dick." Leonard said and increased his pace a bit.Leonard was thrusting deeper and harder into Daniella as she moaned with pleasure, her nails digging into his back. The bed creaked rhythmically with each powerful stroke."Ohh fuuuck yesss..." Daniella panted, her voice high-pitched with euphoria. "Don't stop, baby, right there! You feel so good inside me... Ahhhh!"Just then, the shrill ringing of a phone interrupted their passionate escapade. Daniella's eyes snapped open. "Fuck, is that..."Leonard glanced over at the nightstand and snorted.
Leonard just groaned and continued drilling into her, his large shaft plunging in and out of her slick heat. His balls slapped lewdly against her engorged clit with every powerful thrust."Fuck, your pussy feels incredible," Leonard grunted, ramming into her quivering hole. "I'm not stopping now."Daniella whimpered and bit her lip, knowing she needed to answer Desmond's call before he grew suspicious. With shaky hands, she reached over and fumbled for the phone, then picked up the call."H-hello, babe?" Daniella answered, trying to control her breathing. Leonard reduced his pace and began to give her a slow, sloppy stroke.Desmond's voice came through on the other end. "Hey honey. I just wanted to check up on you and know how you are doing."Daniella swallowed hard, feeling Leonard's thick cock continuing to ravage her pussy as she spoke. "I-I miss you so much. You know I'm all alone."He could hear some muffled noises on the other end. "Yeah, I know. But...are you okay? You sound a l
In the evening time, the gleaming conference room was abuzz with the chatter of affluent business leaders as they filed in for the quarterly business meeting. Desmond strode confidently into the room, his designer suit and Rolex watch exuding an air of success.He made his way to the front of the room where the other attendees were mingling together and sipping their champagne. Desmond was about to grab a glass for himself when a familiar figure caught his eye. His heart skipped a beat as a wave of emotions washed over him—shock, anger, disbelief. It was her again. Anabel, his ex-wife. But how? She was working as a lowly janitor in Orton's group. And now, here she was, rubbing shoulders with the crème de la crème of the business world."What in the hell is she doing here? Was she invited to work as a junior in the conference room? But she just started a few weeks ago."Desmond marched over, his Italian loafers clicking against the marble floor. "Anabel? What the hell are you doing here
"Have you ever wondered how I managed to be putting on an expensive dress?""I don't need to wonder. I know how you got them. That's why you are here. To get more rich men with your beauty. Anyway, I have some advice for you." He paused for a moment before proceeding. "Stop selling your body to rich men. They will use you and dumb you. You can't achieve anything with that.""Just like you used me and dumb me, right?" She asked. "Because I'm wearing a nice dress you couldn't buy for me when you were together, you concluded that it's from rich men.""We both know that your one-year salary can't afford it. How else can you get it if not from men?""You know what? I just need you to mind your business. Live your life and let me be. If I like, I date all businessmen. It doesn't concern you. Though, I know why you are always pestering around me. But get it in your mind that you will never have me again."Desmond was about to say something, and a handsome guy showed up. Desmond could recogniz
"I can easily believe that you are a staff member in Orton's group who looked like the CEO's son. Don't patrol yourself as the son of Sir. Orton. The real Jethro cannot bring himself down to befriend a janitor. Janitor is among the lowest class of job in a company. A man in that level can't have anything to do with a lowly janitor." Desmond said and Jethro shook his head and laughed."So that is what you think? The last time I checked, we are all human beings. And if things work that way, it means that you are not supposed to be talking to me. Because you are not on my level. So don't push me to the wall. I can mess your life up with a call." Jethro said, and Anabel could see he was serious. Anabel knew her brother so well. He is just like her father, ruthless and quick to action."Just forget about him. I don't want you to harm him. Just…just leave him. He is acting out of ignorance." Anabel said."Why are you begging him as if he's the true Jethro? Both of you cannot deceive me. And
Marcus, a high-profile businessman who was in his sixties, countered with "$15 million."Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit jumped in with "$16 million."A bossy-looking woman with a sharp jawline raised her paddle. "$20 million."Desmond's eyes narrowed as he saw that he had lots of competitors. He raised the bidding to 24 million.Marcus responded with "$25 million."The middle-aged man bid "$25.5 million."The bossy woman countered with "$26 million."Desmond's competitive spirit flared and he raised it up. "$30 million."Marcus and the middle-aged man dropped out, shaking their head. Desmond smiled, though the woman have not given up. She continued trading blows with Desmond by bidding 31 million. Desmond countered with 35 million.Anabel remained silent, observing the chaos. All she knew was that Desmond will never win.The woman hesitated before dropping. Desmond stood alone, his eyes fixed on the auctioneer. At this point, he was already seeing himself as the CEO of Smithson
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
Desmond turned and walked briskly through the hospital corridors. His thoughts were tangled and heavy.As he got closer to his mother’s doctor’s office to collect her medication, he couldn’t stop replaying his encounter with Anabel. Her coldness, her denial, and the sharpness of her words had left a mark he couldn’t shake. She had insisted the child wasn’t his, calling him impotent. A word that hit like a dagger, even though he refused to believe it. Deep down, he was sure the baby was his, but doubt lingered at the edges of his mind. Could she be right? Could there be truth in her statements? The uncertainty gnawed at him as he tried to focus on what he came to do.Meanwhile, Anabel stepped out of the elevator into the bustling hospital lobby. She hasn't stopped thinking about what Desmond said.Desmond’s words about Vanessa’s surgery played on a loop in her head, rattling her confidence in Sylvester and Vanessa’s story. She hated to admit it, but the seed of doubt he had planted w
Her words stung Desmond, but he took a deep breath, refusing to let them dissuade him. He stepped closer and spoke up. "Anabel, everything that happened... everything that came between us... It was because of my mother and my sister. They drove a wedge between us, and I've already admitted that I'm stupid for allowing them. This time, they will treat you differently. They’ll treat you like the precious treasure you are. They regret what they did. They are longing to have you back, Anabel." Anabel’s lips curled into another bitter smile, and she folded her arms tightly across her chest. "I'm not a kid, Desmond. I know exactly why they want me back," she retorted. "It’s not about treating me like a treasure or making amends for their wicked character against me. They want me back because Daniella disappointed them. They want me back because they didn't get what they wanted from Daniella. They want me back because they heard I’m pregnant. Let's say my tummy is still flat, they won't wan
"Hey! Mind your words. Sylvester is not a scumbag, but you are. You are the scumbag here. And...you don't have any right to tell me where to spend my money or ask me how I will get it. Whether I have the money or not is none of your business. And if I decide to borrow, that’s my choice. Stop acting like I'm going to borrow it from you. Stop pretending like you care." Anabel said, even though she was already seeing some signs. She just wanted to get on Desmond's nerves. "I do care, Anabel. I care about you, and I care about the choices you’re making. And if you borrow that kind of money, you will spend the rest of your life paying it back. Is that what you want?" "You really think you know me, don’t you? You really think you can stand here and judge me? But let me tell you something, Desmond—you don’t know me at all. You never did. If you think I can’t handle this, then you’re sorely mistaken." "I know you are now rich, even though you are trying so hard to hide your real identity f
"Anabel, I know you will not believe me. You may say I'm jealous, which I won't deny, but I can boldly tell you that you are actually single. I mean, very single." He said while looking at her in the eyes. She could see how mean he was. "Sylvester is not who you think he is. You are dating yourself, stressing yourself over someone whose only intention was to gain financial assistance from you. You are single." He finished, and Anabel struck him with a sharp glare, then crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Single?" She echoed with a disdainful voice. "Is that what you think, Desmond? Let me be clear—I am not single. You are the one who is single. Don’t confuse my situation with a pathetic one like yours." Desmond frowned as her words hit him with an unexpected force. He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "At least I didn't lose anything to her. But you… you are about to lose everything you have. I will still warn you. Sylvester isn’t who he says he is. He’s just usin