Kate stared at him impatiently. “No. There's something wrong... Where's Adam?” “He was heading towards her room when I bumped into him in the hallway.” “I figured...” “Leave them alone. They're adults. Shall we enjoy the music from your room?” “Are you asking me?” Kate asked sarcastically. “Just this once. Don't get used to it.” “Go on, I'll get us another one of those cocktails.” “Don't be long.” He said, and headed for her room. Kate went into the kitchen, and as soon as Judith saw her, she put her hands on her waist and glared at her in reproach. “What did you do with Anna's cocktail?” She asked, leaving no room for lying arguments. “I did what the boss told me to.” “And what did he tell you to do?” Judith kept quiet and went back to chopping garlic, as if Kate wasn't there. “You'd better tell me. Or do you want me to call Mycon so you can tell him? He seems to know a way to get you to talk...” Judith looked at her fearfully, her face flushed
Maxwell and his family arrived in the United States and a fleet of black cars were waiting for them. Each one was in a different vehicle, accompanied by armed men. Maxwell was tired, and now a little sorry, for his betrayal. But he tried to console his ethics, saying that every man has cheated once and that it was normal to slip up, after all, he wasn't perfect. However, an insistent voice in his conscience kept telling him that what was wrong was that he wanted to persist in his mistake. But he was determined to ignore that voice. He couldn't abandon Camille. That would also be against his principles. He believed that when two bodies came together, they were getting married. That's why he never invited Anna to get married in church. He thought it was a pompous celebration that only served to flaunt purely human and selfish standards. The cars arrived at their destination together, and as soon as Maxwell got out of the car, he was faced with a huge mansion. It was much bigger a
Maxwell didn't mind Camille's furious look, but he felt he had to say something. “What happened?” “Why did you put your clothes on? You can't leave without making me feel the same way you made me feel when we were still in our country!” She said angrily. Maxwell rolled his eyes. “Masturbate, Camille. Use your imagination. I don't have time for that. My visits are always rushed, and I can't guarantee your pleasure every time we go to bed.” “That's the response of a true scoundrel!” “Be a good girl, and don't leave this room. Anything you want to eat, or need, you can order over the phone.” He said and pointed to the bedside table. “The receptionist who will see you speaks your language and will arrange everything you need.” Camille stood up with her hair mussed, and Maxwell found her more beautiful than the day he had first penetrated her, her eyes blazing with fury, it was exciting. He felt his desire return, as if he were still a teenager, but he couldn't linger any lon
Maxwell looked at him thoughtfully and suspiciously. He knew that his father-in-law would have her killed without a second thought if he believed she was a threat to his daughter's happiness. And he also knew that if he lied, his father-in-law would know and would take it out on Camille. He didn't fear Henry, but he didn't want to have any problems to solve right now. Killing Henry was now looking like a good option. His biological mother wasn't home and he could lie about Henry falling down the stairs and breaking his neck. His mother needed to get over her feelings for Henry. But he didn't want to kill anyone... yet. But when he started to do that, he would start with Henry. “I... She was a virgin. And there's something inside me that drives me to be with her. An irresistible attraction... I can't give up on being with her. It's as if she brings out the worst in me, a primitive instinct, and I need to get it out somehow, and I've found that by fucking her, my spirit finds pea
Maxwell turned off the computer when he saw that Adam had gone to sleep. He was excited. He was older than Adam, but he still had a lot to learn from him. For he did know how to satisfy his dark side. And Bonnie was his Camille, Adam's Camille. Maxwell went to bed with his penis erect, and before sleep came, he reflected on everything he was supposed to do. He reproached himself. Life was so simple with Anna that he forgot all about the hustle and bustle of the Costas, the spying and the danger. He left Camille helpless in the hotel. That would never happen again. He would become even more meticulous than his brother. ... Maxwell had a restless night's sleep. He woke up and looked at the clock on his bedside table. It was still five o'clock in the morning, but he was no longer sleepy. He got up and put on shorts and a gym shirt. It was still early, but the heat was already there. He went for a run inside the property and discovered that it was huge. Trees and pine trees lin
Her ambition had led her into this situation. She wouldn't take her own life, but she would kill Maxwell. She'd find a way, but she wouldn't let him live, after seducing her with promises and beautiful words. She got out of the bath and put on a dress, realizing that all her underwear had disappeared. Then she looked for him, but couldn't find him. He must have already left. None of the people there could understand her. But she gestured to the cook, asking for a cell phone, and saw the woman's glow of understanding, and she took the device from her pocket and handed it to her. Camille was happy. She would send a message by cell phone to her family abroad, and they would follow the trail to find her. After sending the message, she returned the cell phone and went to her room, where one of the armed men came out as soon as she entered, and discovered that her television was on and scenes from a porn movie were playing on the screen. She turned to the man who was leaving. “Wher
Maxwell was indignant, but only for a few seconds. His father-in-law and Jenna must have watched the whole thing from their bedroom and been inspired. He smiled at the thought. She wouldn't try to hide what she was doing with Camille from him, since he approved. It was the least she could do after he had recreated his personal green house. He entered the living room, and the triplets were standing talking and staring at the television screen. The other members of the family were sitting down, but they were also watching and talking to Anna. He stood behind the children and saw Anna, who was already looking happy, change her countenance to one full of tenderness and longing. They talked for about an hour and a half. The children told them everything, and Ian wanted to know if their presents were well kept and warned them not to touch them, as he would be back soon. Maxwell had to be careful not to let the children know that they were in the United States. Adam must have been
Anna showered and put on her clothes. It was still five o'clock in the morning, but she was too excited and anxious to stay in her room. She went into Ian's room and saw that he was asleep, and that Adam had put a mattress on the floor and was also asleep. He had probably been there all night. Anna wondered if he didn't want to miss any of his son's time. If so, it was because he already knew that he would be leaving soon, and that wasn't a bad thing. He was prepared for that possibility. It was as if he was getting over it and understanding. She closed the door slowly and went down the stairs that had almost killed her and her son. She had no feelings for it. It no longer affected her. She went into the kitchen, and Judith was already preparing the coffee. As soon as she saw her, she turned red. “Shall I pour you some coffee, Anna?” Anna looked at her suspiciously, calling her by her first name was unusual, but she remembered in time that customs were different there. She s