DREW.A tide of disbelieving cold rushed over me, followed by an onset of raw, violent fury. “You must be crazy for that!” I yelled, the sound echoing in the sudden silence that had almost fallen about us. Without another word, without another glance, I abruptly turned; my vision again was blurred with a potent mix of rage and disbelief, and I drove off into the night, the image of her hand on her stomach seared into my mind.After all, I came home with the familiar weight of the front door against my back, a strange comfort as I leaned there.Finally, I opened the door with my hand since I was tipsy."I'm home", I declared, the words escaping my mouth turning into a drawn-out moan that hung in the air, swallowed by the unyielding silence of the empty hallway. I suddenly was washed over by a wave of realization. “Oh my God, it's late, " I said as a momentary thrust of guilt shot through the cloud still hovering in my head.“She must be sleeping. I said. Slowly and deliberately, I
DREW. A tide of disbelieving cold rushed over me, followed by an onset of raw, violent fury. “You must be crazy for that!” I yelled, the sound echoing in the sudden silence that had almost fallen about us. Without another word, without another glance, I abruptly turned; my vision again was blurred with a potent mix of rage and disbelief, and I drove off into the night, the image of her hand on her stomach seared into my mind. After all, I came home with the familiar weight of the front door against my back, a strange comfort as I leaned there. Finally, I opened the door with my hand since I was tipsy. "I'm home", I declared, the words escaping my mouth turning into a drawn-out moan that hung in the air, swallowed by the unyielding silence of the empty hallway. I suddenly was washed over by a wave of realization. “Oh my God, it's late, " I said as a momentary thrust of guilt shot through the cloud still hovering in my head. “She must be sleeping. I said. Slowly and deliber
NINA.I woke up feeling completely exhausted with my body heavy from fatigue. "Yesterday was way too stressful," I said to myself almost whispering as I sat atop my bed nursing an idea concerning the new day. Then I swung my legs over the side of the bed toward its floor, my eyes fell on the tray with food, carefully lined with a letter on top. My heart jerked fast as I picked the letter up; it was filled with all the sweet words from my loving husband. "Good morning, my queen, I love you so much," it said, and every word radiated through the letter itself.A warm smile spread across my face as I just sat there cherishing and adoring. The very end made me think, "This is such an intentional man," my heart swelling in gratitude. I mean, how could I not be touched by that gesture in the form of starting my day right? I picked up the fork and started eating, chewing lovely bites of the delicious food that he prepared for me. My tongue danced with the flavor, while I felt my energy levels
NINA.With every passing moment, my disgust at the auction increased. These men, who pretended to be my father's fellow workers and friends, were now happy to buy his company, positively revelling in his downfall. How jubilantly they laughed, and this only fortified my determination to stop the auction. I thought fast and devised a plan for preventing the spurious acquisition of my family's company.I sat there, my mind racing with ideas and strategies, as the auction continued. The bidding heated up, and I could feel the thrill coursing through the participants. But I refused to give up. I was determined to find a way to halt the proceedings and secure my family's future.“I need to come up with an idea, " I told myself, as my mind raced with ideas, trying to come up with a plan to stop the auction. “I need to use laurel influence”, i thought. I paced the room in an agitated manner, softly padding my feet on the floor as I struggled to clear my mind for a way out.I tried to think o
DREW.I walked into the company where my attention was caught. The cleaner was smiling as she worked like bright sunshine across her face. "Good morning, sir," she said. Her voice was friendly enough and cheerful enough to glow holistically. I stood watching her for a while in a puzzle as to what must have been the cause for her smile.“What could have caused that smile?" I asked myself, curious about it.I stood there, she walked up to me and stretched her hand for a handshake. "Congratulations sir," she said, sparkling in her eyes as she did it. I confused myself since I found it utterly meaningless. "Congratulations for what?" I asked her with a confused look on my face."Are you not aware, sir?" she said, looking at me in a combination of shock and fun. I shook my head as if I had to shake off the doubt. "No, I'm not. What's the congratulations for? Did we snag a multi-million contract?" I asked, trying to figure out what exactly was her reason for congratulating me."No sir it's
NINA."Hey Bryan, your phone is going crazy again," I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes and brushing through my damp hair.“Don’t snoop around my phone!” He snapped from the bathroom and I reared back, offended as he rushed out to grab it. “I wasn’t even.” I said with a frown as he thumbed through it then sighed in relief before turning it off. He turned to me apologetically and said, “Sorry.” Brushing my hair back, he asked, “Are you okay? You look down.”I hesitated. "Yeah… just thinking.""You’re too quiet," he said, kissing my shoulder. "Talk to me.""It’s Mom," I said finally. "I’ve been thinking about her."His brows furrowed. "Your mom? It’s been, what, years, right?"I frowned at his tone. "Yeah. But sometimes it hits like it just happened. Audrey was so little, she barely remembers her. I had to step up. For her and for Dad. He nearly lost it when Mom died."Bryan met my eyes in the mirror, wary and awkward. "You never talk about this.""Because it still hurts," I whispere
NINA. Dad stares at me in silence, his expression unreadable. My hands tremble slightly, but I curl them into fists, anchoring myself. Then he sighs, shaking his head, and speaks softly, "My sweet girl," and approaches me, taking my hands gently.I stiffen. "I love him, Dad. I don't care about his economic background or social status, and I…"Dad interrupts, voice firm but gentle. "You don't. But he does care about yours."I stiffen again, pulling my hands free from his grasp. "That is not true! We've spent hours, days, even months talking about these things. He's never shown an interest in my money. He loves me for myself. You have to trust me."Dad shakes his head. "I do trust you, Nina. But I will watch out for you and protect you more. That boy is not what he seems. I get the feeling there are ulterior motives behind him.""That's ridiculous." My voice rises a notch, my heart pounding in annoyance. "You don't even know him. You hardly had a complete sentence with him!""I don't w
NINA. The words hit me, a creeping, slow horror spreading in my stomach. I stared at him, speechless. What was there to say? The look he gave me was so angry and almost hateful. I stepped forward, hands outstretched to do what? Apologize, do something…But he took a step back from me and my heart fell to the ground. I hated disappointing him because I loved him. With a clenched jaw and no other words, he grabbed his coat and left. ——-I didn't speak to Dad for almost two weeks. He called, texted, even sent Mom by once, but I wouldn't speak to him. I wasn't ready. I was still too angry. And maybe… maybe I was scared too. Scared of what he'd say. Scared of what I'd do if I let myself forgive him. Scared that he was right. Meanwhile, my relationship with Bryan had reached rock bottom. He barely even spoke to me anymore, and when he did, it was curt, icy. It was like I was the one who got him fired. Like I was the reason his life fell apart. He no longer came home most nights, and whe
DREW.I walked into the company where my attention was caught. The cleaner was smiling as she worked like bright sunshine across her face. "Good morning, sir," she said. Her voice was friendly enough and cheerful enough to glow holistically. I stood watching her for a while in a puzzle as to what must have been the cause for her smile.“What could have caused that smile?" I asked myself, curious about it.I stood there, she walked up to me and stretched her hand for a handshake. "Congratulations sir," she said, sparkling in her eyes as she did it. I confused myself since I found it utterly meaningless. "Congratulations for what?" I asked her with a confused look on my face."Are you not aware, sir?" she said, looking at me in a combination of shock and fun. I shook my head as if I had to shake off the doubt. "No, I'm not. What's the congratulations for? Did we snag a multi-million contract?" I asked, trying to figure out what exactly was her reason for congratulating me."No sir it's
NINA.With every passing moment, my disgust at the auction increased. These men, who pretended to be my father's fellow workers and friends, were now happy to buy his company, positively revelling in his downfall. How jubilantly they laughed, and this only fortified my determination to stop the auction. I thought fast and devised a plan for preventing the spurious acquisition of my family's company.I sat there, my mind racing with ideas and strategies, as the auction continued. The bidding heated up, and I could feel the thrill coursing through the participants. But I refused to give up. I was determined to find a way to halt the proceedings and secure my family's future.“I need to come up with an idea, " I told myself, as my mind raced with ideas, trying to come up with a plan to stop the auction. “I need to use laurel influence”, i thought. I paced the room in an agitated manner, softly padding my feet on the floor as I struggled to clear my mind for a way out.I tried to think o
NINA.I woke up feeling completely exhausted with my body heavy from fatigue. "Yesterday was way too stressful," I said to myself almost whispering as I sat atop my bed nursing an idea concerning the new day. Then I swung my legs over the side of the bed toward its floor, my eyes fell on the tray with food, carefully lined with a letter on top. My heart jerked fast as I picked the letter up; it was filled with all the sweet words from my loving husband. "Good morning, my queen, I love you so much," it said, and every word radiated through the letter itself.A warm smile spread across my face as I just sat there cherishing and adoring. The very end made me think, "This is such an intentional man," my heart swelling in gratitude. I mean, how could I not be touched by that gesture in the form of starting my day right? I picked up the fork and started eating, chewing lovely bites of the delicious food that he prepared for me. My tongue danced with the flavor, while I felt my energy levels
DREW. A tide of disbelieving cold rushed over me, followed by an onset of raw, violent fury. “You must be crazy for that!” I yelled, the sound echoing in the sudden silence that had almost fallen about us. Without another word, without another glance, I abruptly turned; my vision again was blurred with a potent mix of rage and disbelief, and I drove off into the night, the image of her hand on her stomach seared into my mind. After all, I came home with the familiar weight of the front door against my back, a strange comfort as I leaned there. Finally, I opened the door with my hand since I was tipsy. "I'm home", I declared, the words escaping my mouth turning into a drawn-out moan that hung in the air, swallowed by the unyielding silence of the empty hallway. I suddenly was washed over by a wave of realization. “Oh my God, it's late, " I said as a momentary thrust of guilt shot through the cloud still hovering in my head. “She must be sleeping. I said. Slowly and deliber
DREW.A tide of disbelieving cold rushed over me, followed by an onset of raw, violent fury. “You must be crazy for that!” I yelled, the sound echoing in the sudden silence that had almost fallen about us. Without another word, without another glance, I abruptly turned; my vision again was blurred with a potent mix of rage and disbelief, and I drove off into the night, the image of her hand on her stomach seared into my mind.After all, I came home with the familiar weight of the front door against my back, a strange comfort as I leaned there.Finally, I opened the door with my hand since I was tipsy."I'm home", I declared, the words escaping my mouth turning into a drawn-out moan that hung in the air, swallowed by the unyielding silence of the empty hallway. I suddenly was washed over by a wave of realization. “Oh my God, it's late, " I said as a momentary thrust of guilt shot through the cloud still hovering in my head.“She must be sleeping. I said. Slowly and deliberately, I
DREW She gazed at me; her eyes were glistening with a mix of naughtiness and honesty. - "We were having sex, Drew, and this is the result," she said in a very serious yet playful tone, as if this piece of information was being unraveled as a wonderful secret rather than the most life-changing revelation. Many emotions surged through me: anger , confusion and the greatest anticipation washed over me like a warm wave. "I feel so happy. I can't wait to see how he or she will look," Ashley said with all her mind teeming with imaginations of tiny fingers and little toes, the laughter . For just a brief flicker of time, her laughter-clear melodic-was suddenly broken. "No, I actually want a baby girl," she joked, a sparkle dancing in her eye which almost dislodged the seriousness from our discussion. “ What sort of nonsense is this?" I asked myself as I sat there in silence. "Or baby, it would be a baby boy. So he could look exactly like you," she smirked. “Hey, hey, stop with
DREW. Seconds turned into minutes and then into hours, as I stood by the window, gazing in shock at the scene playing itself out before me. First there was the brilliant sunlight that somehow dimmed and drew back from the sound of the busy street as Mr. Tony strode up to the gate with all of his authoritative demeanor. There he gestured to open the gate peremptorily by uttering in discontent, "Open the gate." As I watched, disappointment washed over me over and over again. From the way anyone could tell he was so angry at what Ashley displayed. “How could she be so careless, so inconsiderate? I shook my head in wonderment. "What a disappointment," I whispered quietly in a world of my own. My body felt utterly ready to collapse into a chair, staring at piles of papers on my desk, but my mind would not comply. I was drawn back to thinking about Mr. Tony. An angry thought came to my mind: "Mr. Tony is an evil man. He is going to wreck our name," I said to myself with dread. “I
DREW.My heart surveyed a closeness of connection and love with Laurel .“Our love is brand new”, I said to her smiling. "It's okay, my love," Laurel said softly, whispering sweetly, arms around me, holding me very tight. I had been able to nod and indeed feel the relief when she wrapped her arms around me, holding her hands in mine."What would you eat, baby?" Laurel asked me, smiling, her eyes sparking a picture of amusement.Laurel's smile literally brightened my mood, it was so contagious. "Whatever you want, my love," I said, grinning widely, and leaned to her soft lips imprinting a brief kiss. "I'll go cook something," her voice went warm from her mouth as she made a turn towards the kitchen."Would you follow me?" her voice echoed in the walls, the warmth of her words filling the air with longing and love. I smiled as I felt my heart swelling in emotion and went inside the kitchen with her. I walked into the kitchen, and there she was, just at that moment, I stared and al
DREW. I pushed my throbbing cock into her entrance while holding on to her hips tightly. I felt her heart racing too; her breath was sharp and short. I gazed deep into her eyes, filled with lusting desire. "Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded, her eyes wide open in anticipation. I thrust into her; my dick went inside her tight, wet pussy. A moan escaped her lips, her body arching from the desk. I could feel her muscles contract around me, her body pleading for more. So I started knocking into her, holding on to her hips. Beneath my touch, I could feel her muscles trembling, her body yearning for more. I reached down and touched her breast, brushing against her nipples by my fingers. It made her body cry for more through the slight tremors that I would feel under my hand. An innocent pinch and tug on her nipples had begun to make her moan again. So, smiling, I started caressing with my fingers that smooth, firm flesh of the behind. She moaned and arched her back off the desk. I co