What Happened on My Mum Birthday ?

I'm seeing my parents, Mr. and Mrs. John and laura Gaskon, today. I don't particularly enjoy going, but since it's my mother's birthday, I feel somewhat compelled to go. Being an only child is difficult because expectations are never met. I am their only child.

The Heister case is upsetting my tranquility and confusing my thinking. Armstrong, the station commander, is on our tails and demanding action. I haven't seen Nicholas in days; the last time I did was when he purportedly came to "check on me." I now feel horrible about how rude I was to him. It doesn't necessarily follow that the person who was shot in the back of his shoulder and who was allegedly needed for questioning is the same.

However, the fact that he refused to answer when I questioned him makes me more suspicious that he could be the man we are frantically looking for.

I say, "Eric," to my spouse. "Yes, Jane," he answers.

I sighed and replied, "We've been working on this case for days and we still have nothing.

It's incredibly exhausting, he said.

"I believe we ought to postpone the case and watch for him to attempt another theft... You're aware of how these thugs act. They never feel completely content. He'll soon perform another task, and when he does, we'll be there, I said as I put forth my idea.

Will Armstrong agree to it? That sounds like a fantastic proposal, he questioned. He is at a loss for options because he cannot afford to waste company resources on cold-calling.

Later on in the day, we went to the station commander and told him about our strategy. At first, he wasn't willing to follow through, but after we sat him down to think about it, he agreed. I was overjoyed when he agreed since I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I had never wanted to work on this case in the first place.

I returned home after my work to get ready for my mother's birthday. I had purchased a very lovely and pricey dress for this day with some of the money Nicholas had faithfully left me that night. I knew my parents had invited their famous friends and their spoiled kids, so I needed to look my best for once.

When I arrived at my parents' house, it was already occupied, as I had anticipated. It was similar to a president's birthday party; there were a variety of notable individuals there, including businesspeople, attorneys, physicians, legislators, etc., along with their daughters and sons. For once, my $7,000 dress made me feel right at home.

My mother was in wonder as she watched me enter; it appeared to her as though an angel was leaving heaven. She hugged me and exclaimed, "Look who finally showed up." As usual for him, my father came up and shook my hand. "You look good for once in your life... My friends will at least consider you to be someone of some significance. He said as he observed my clothing. "Come on, baba, be gentle with her... Finally, she resembles our daughter, a Gaskon, quite much, according to my mother.

Because I didn't pursue my education and become a doctor, I have always been seen as unworthy of the Gaskon name by my parents. They saw me as a failure simply because I became a police officer, and even when I advanced to the rank of detective, that did not make them happy. "What a lovely garment. You were given it by whom? When will we next see our soon-to-be-in-law? My mom enquired. She claimed that I couldn't have purchased this garment with my income due to how poorly they view me.

I told my mother, "I used my savings to purchase the dress." Of course, I wouldn't claim to have received the funds from a heister of cash in transit. If I did, I'm certain I'd face virtually immediate disapproval.

"Come, let me introduce you to influential people; perhaps, just perhaps, you'll find a decent, wealthy man to wed you." A man who will overlook your pitiful line of work. My mother, as usual, supported my father when he grasped my arm. I was beginning to regret attending this fictitious birthday celebration at this point.

He introduced me to Andrew Stone, his friend's lawyer-son. Andrew is charming, tall, and black, but just like everyone else at this birthday party, he's full of himself. He spoke, boasting about his accomplishments, his excellent character, and so forth. While Andrew rumbled and rumbled next to me, I was just standing there drinking wine and reflecting on how useless and unwanted I was by my parents.

When he held my bums and secretly kissed my lips, there was an issue. I took a fast step back and sprayed wine on his face before hitting his pitiful face. Are you thinking about me as one of your cheap girls? At him, I yelled.

I briefly believed that my father was stepping up to defend me when he rushed toward me, his face filled with rage. "What in the name of God is wrong with you? Are you sober? He yelled something at me. Should you be embarrassing us in front of our friends like this? My mum joined me in defending him. My eyes were dripping with tears. Since I was small, they've both hurt me emotionally. They wanted a boy, not a girl, and when I chose to attend the police academy rather than the medical school, things got even worse.

"Sorry Andrew, but you need to apologize or leave my house," my father commanded. My father was defending a man who had just inappropriately touched and kissed me, and my heart simply broke into a million pieces. He grabbed me by the bums and kissed me without my consent. Father, I was molested by this man. I said while wiping my cheeks of tears.

Once more, my mother joined in on the carnage, asking, "How could you accuse the minister's son of such a disgraceful act," as if their indifference to my weeping meant anything. Just apologize, and I'll let this disappear into thin air, Andrew responded, making the situation worse. My mother encouraged me to apologize and to be grateful that Andrew was a gentleman enough to forget after I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I was about to punch Andrew in the face as my rage was rising inside of me. whoever it was dragged me back until my back was against their front body with the help of solid hands grasping my waist. His fragrance has a well-known scent. He continued to grip me tightly while speaking, leaning his chin against my right shoulder. I asked myself, "What did I miss?" As soon as I heard the voice, I instantly became calm and pretended nothing had happened.

I said, "Nicholas, thank God you came," as if I knew he was going to arrive. He gave my neck a gentle kiss and murmured, "For you, I'll go anywhere." I don't know why he did it, but it felt nice and I liked it, and in the circumstances I found myself in, there was no way I was going to ask him why. He released his hold on me, and I turned to face him and gave him a baby kiss.

My mum and father both were perplexed. Nicholas arrived looking like a multimillionaire. They both gave him cautious looks, and I know that in their minds, they were wondering how I managed to meet such a gentleman, which merely helped mend my previous shattered heart. Before you leave, after the celebration, my father remarked, "Daughter, we need to talk and work out our differences." But I was aware that he wasn't interested in working things out with me; rather, he was more interested in getting to know Nicholas and persuading him to soon invest in one of his ventures. "No... I'm leaving, and neither of you ever will! At all times! I'm done; come see me again. Done! I murmured, grabbing Nicholas's hand, "Babe, let's get the heck out of here. At that very moment, I felt free for the first time in my life.

Nicholas stopped, looked at Andrew, and whispered, "I'll be seeing you soon," before winking at him and chuckling. Then we departed.

As soon as we were outdoors, I was surprised to see Nicholas arrive in a black Rari. Although it wasn't the right time to play detective, I wonder where he got the money. I merely wanted to leave immediately and never come back.

Just so you know, that kiss was meaningless, and argh, it was a baby kiss! It was disgusting. I spoke, but he didn't even open the door for me; instead, he just stared at me and said nothing. He started the engine after and he had both in.

The environment was breathtaking, and the brightness of the stars gave the area the appearance of being in a heavenly location as he drove and pulled over in a remote area. The trees and the lovely natural flowers' fragrant perfume were fantastic.

In addition to the beauty of this isolated location, my heart began to race. I had no idea why Nicholas had chosen to bring me here. Perhaps he learned that I was working on the Heister case and wanted to get it over with before I could learn a lot more.

Asking "Have you brought me here to kill me?" I queried. I have no idea how I managed to ask him that, but it just came out like a confined animal demanding its liberation.

He laughed hysterically as he asked, "Why would I kill you? " Just hearing that laugh made me feel as if I were a vampire watching the sunrise with nowhere to run for cover.

Speaking of which, are you the sought heister? For working on the case to locate and apprehend him. I queried. looking intently into his eyes.

"You appear lovely... I brought you here to this serene location so you could unwind and temporarily forget what transpired at your mother's birthday celebration. He said, and with that, he had effectively altered the topic. He invited me to rest on my back on the lush grass, and he came along after. We then started stargazing. I'm not sure why I didn't know there was such a thing as stargazing because this was so serene. It serves as a kind of spiritual elixir.

"Thank you for this, I needed it," I remarked with a smile as I cocked my head to the side and observed him. He appeared calm and at peace. He answered, "You are welcome," and turned to face the sky. I won't deny that sleeping beneath the blanket of stars made me feel warm.

I have no idea how, but the oddest thing happened: I suddenly found myself mounted and on top of him. "Why do you follow me all the time? Do you stalk people, and should I be concerned? I enquired in a quiet voice. While observing me, he remained silent. What is going on between us? I queried. I felt foolish for posing that query to him.

Our foreheads touched as he elevated his upper body and encircled me with his arms. "I don't know," he replied. "What do you mean you're clueless? Just let me know, what's going on between us. I posed the query once more. How can I be falling for such a man, a man I know nothing about, makes me wonder if I'm going insane. I'll explain, he said.

My back ended up on the grass as a result of him moving his upper body forward. He planted a kiss on my forehead before slowly lowering his head and moving down to kiss my lips. He then climbed onto my neck and gave me a gazillion kisses, which drove me insane. I did not worry that he was a criminal at this precise moment; all I wanted was for him to possess my body.

He lifted my dress to my waist before removing my underwear, smelling it, and then grinning at me. That act by itself did amazing things to my body. He swiftly drew his pants down to his knees as I watched. My pulse was thumping as I covered my mouth with my hands as stared at his MANHOOD. He carefully pushed his third leg inside my coochie, which I haven't touched since I was in grade 12—many, many years ago.

I clutched the grass with both hands as he made gentle strokes, and as he picked up the speed, I could feel my body trembling from the intense pleasure I was feeling. After a very long time, while he was still inside of me, my bodily fluids splashed on his MANHOOD. Later, as his hands touched my breasts, he moaned. He grumbled internally, but I wasn't bothered by it because I was still engrossed in the breathtaking moment.

When my phone rang, I reached into my nearby purse and pulled out my phone. Why would Armstrong, the station commander, call me at this hour of the night? "Get to the station right away... You need to explain," Armstrong remarked. Before he could continue, I just informed him that I was out of the country and hung up.

As I pondered what I needed to communicate, my heart began to rush. Nicholas kissed my temple as I simply lay down and placed my head on his chest, feeling somehow at ease. I know this man will be the end of me.