In the basement, Jerald was vigorously hammering a nail into a piece of wood, his mood far from pleasant. Forget about the mission to eliminate Mostafa; those twins were going to be the death of him sooner or later.Cherry, in particular, had been avoiding him like the plague. She didn't want to see him at all, let alone discuss his twin with him. He had visited her countless times in the past week, but she consistently evaded him, refusing to meet or speak with him.He needed her to talk to him about his twin, damn it! That was the only way he could feel closer to Jake after so many months of separation. Maybe he'd attempt it again in the evening; who knew what was going on in the head of that troublesome and stubborn twin.Ixora, on the other hand, was on the verge of driving him to the brink of insanity. He mentally pondered whether a man had ever died from sexual frustration in history. It sure seemed like he might become the first to kick that kind of bucket because, honestly, re
Ixora had just returned from work, standing by the front door, when she overheard Cherry talking inside. It took her a moment to register that Jerald was in the house. She couldn't help herself; she pressed her ears against the door, eager to eavesdrop on their conversation. Perhaps her twin had finally decided to engage with the man, and hopefully, it might help improve his perpetual bad mood of late....After Cherry's suggestion, an internal battle raged within her."Are you saying it for his benefit or yours?" a part of her asked."For his, of course," she answered."Liar... liar... Pants on fire," another part of her whispered."He misses his twin a lot, it's all over his face," she reasoned with herself."It might not be all over your face, but you miss his twin too. A lot. Maybe more than he does," another part of her argued."Oh... shut up, self," she dismissed her inner turmoil."Cherry!? Are you even listening?" Jerald's voice brought her attention back to the conversatio
Hours later, Cherry was in her room, getting ready for bed when the door creaked open, and Ixora entered."I'm not really up for whatever brought you here tonight, Ixora," she said with weariness in her voice.Ixora wasn't in her nightwear, as Cherry had assumed, given the late hour. Instead, she was clad in a towel, but her hair wasn't wet, indicating she hadn't showered yet. Cherry herself was in the midst of preparing for her own shower."I want to help you wash your hair tonight, Cher," Ixora said softly, her emotional exhaustion obvious.Their mother had always been the one to wash their hair until this day.In a different mood or time, Cherry might have chuckled or made a sarcastic comment. But not today. After her argument with Jerald, she felt emotionally raw.She turned and headed towards the bathroom, expecting Ixora to follow. There was no bathtub in her bathroom; it hadn't been there for the past eleven years.Cherry turned and raised an eyebrow at Ixora, silently asking h
After several options, Ixora reluctantly agreed to the gown Cherry brought out because her twin left her with no choice."You're going to wear this one, or you're going to go naked," Cherry declared, holding the gown determinedly.Ixora sighed in defeat. She accepted the gown from her twin and began to put it on, shaking her head in mild disapproval as Cherry zipped it up.It was a black, form-fitting gown that barely covered her hips, with spaghetti straps for sleeves and a plunging V-neck that revealed half of her breasts."What if Zira sees me like this, Cher? She may be a girl, but you know what she's been through. I don't want to trigger any painful memories by dressing like this," Ixora expressed her concern.Cherry tilted her head, considering Ixora's valid point. Instead of unzipping the gown, she reached back into her wardrobe and retrieved an oversized nightgown. She gently guided Ixora's hands into it, layering the nightgown over the sexy gown."Here, this is better. And ju
In Jerald's place, Ixora had managed to wipe away her tears. She checked Jerald's room, but he wasn't there. She then walked to Zira's room. The young girl was dressed in a lovely pink nightwear, all set to stay with Cherry as Ixora had arranged in advance. Ixora took a moment to admire Zira's newly styled hair before entering the room.When Berezira saw her, she smiled slightly, "Ma'am Ixora."Ixora returned the smile and took her hand. "Are you ready, dear?"Berezira nodded, "Yes, ma'am.""Where's your father?""He's out back.""Did you tell him about our arrangement?""I didn't tell him like you instructed," Berezira replied.Ixora smiled, appreciative of her discretion, and bit her lip. She didn't want to ask Berezira to provide Jake's phone number, not wanting to involve the girl in her plan. Besides, she had a pretty good idea where to find the written number.With that in mind, she smiled and led Berezira out of the room. Holding the girl's hand, they walked through the woods
Ixora wasn't sure how much time had elapsed since she had returned to the house and entered Berezira's room. She found herself fixated on a piece of paper clutched firmly in her hand, which bore the name "J. Brown" along with a string of numbers.An internal debate raged within her. If she took this step, there would be no turning back. If she faltered now, there would be no second chance."It's for their own good. It's for their own good," she whispered to herself as she slipped her hand beneath the oversized nightgown she had layered over her more provocative attire. Retrieving her cellphone, she glanced around, checking if Jerald had returned to the house. The surroundings remained unsettlingly quiet; he had not.With uncertainty gnawing at her, she placed the phone back into her pocket, then withdrew it. This process repeated itself several times—phone in, phone out, phone in, phone out.Finally, she let out a sigh of resignation and pulled the phone out once more. Fingers trembli
Jerald believed he'd experienced life's extremes, having traveled extensively and endured six months of harrowing torment. However, nothing could have prepared him for the vision that greeted him when the woman before him shed her robe.She appeared absolutely stunning in her form-fitting black gown, rendering him momentarily speechless—or was it that he'd lost his ability to speak? He couldn't be certain anymore.Not only did his mouth fail him; his desires surged uncontrollably. He had never yearned for a more exquisite sight.Ixora, without so much as a glance in his direction, awaited his response. As seconds ticked away, the only sounds were the chirping of crickets and his deepening breath. She began to feel a growing unease.Her twin sister had been rather confident that this plan would work. "All you have to do is drop your robe...consider him seduced," Cherry had advised. But it certainly didn't seem like she'd seduced anyone at this moment.Ixora managed to avert her gaze fr
Jerald gently placed Ixora on the bed, his desire burning hot, yet he was determined to make this special for her.She was in nothing but her red panties, while he remained in his jeans. He seized her lips in a passionate kiss, repeatedly exploring her mouth with his tongue, demanding and consuming every moment.Ixora held onto him, surrendering herself to his touch as his hands moved to tease her erect nipple, causing her to cry out in pleasure.The sound only fueled his passion further, and their tongues continued their sensual dance.The intensity of his kiss overwhelmed her, saturating her senses completely."You taste incredible," he murmured. "Better than the finest liquor, more intoxicating."She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling with desire. "I've been longing for this kiss ever since that day in the kitchen, a week ago," she confessed, her passion clouding her words."Me too. Resisting the urge to touch you has been the most agonizing torture," he groaned as his hands co