Louisa stand rooted to the ground, her mouth wide open and eyes bulging so much, it looks like it would pop. “What the hell is going on? How is this happening?” Louisa thought, mentally slapping herself for leaving Liam's room when she did. “But, what is Kingsley even doing here, he is not a patient anymore. Is he?” She wondered while retreating to a corner where she won't be seen by Kingsley or Liam. She keeps peering at them from the corner, wondering what the two of them could be talking about while being all smiley at each other.After a while, they shook hands. Kingsley walks off with a wide grin plastered on his face while Liam waves childishly after him, smiling widely as well.Louisa breathes a sigh of relief, and walks briskly towards Liam, holding his hand firmly and taking him away with her.“Mommy,what happened?” Liam asked after his mom closes the door behind her.“You tell me, Liam? Who was that man you were talking and smiling at?” Louisa asks, standing with her arms
Fred and Louisa looks at each other, feeling flustered but Fred quickly regains his composure. “Yes Linda, just friends.” He replies, giving Linda a look that suggests she should be on her way already. But Linda has other plans.Ignoring the ‘be on your way’ look that Fred directs at her, Linda addresess Louisa. “Hi Louisa,” she starts, offering her right hand for a handshake. “I am a friend to Dr Fred as well. It's nice to meet you.” She concludes with a smile.“Same here, Linda. “ Louisa replies, taking Linda's outstretched hand.“Alright then, you wouldn't mind if I joined you two for a stroll, would you?” Linda asked, directing her question to Louisa, looking at her expectantly.“Of course not Linda, you're welcome to join us. “ Louisa replies whole heatedly, gesticulatingly waving Linda over.“We were actually heading back to the building, Linda…..” Fred cuts in trying to avoid Linda walking with them but Louisa stops him.“Common on Fred, don't be rude. Let's all go drink togeth
Savagely, recklessly, he disposed of her blouse and tore away her bra. And he covered her hot, fevered flesh with his mouth and his hands, cupping her breasts, teasing and leaving her trembling in need. She could feel him everywhere, and the pleasure was exquisite. His fingers and his lips stroked and caressed her, they licked her, they flickered sparks over her shoulders, along the column over her throat, across the top of her breasts. She was restless, impatient, anxious and melting inside but Kingsley set the rhythm and wouldn't give in….not so fast.Finally, at the exact moment she thought she would shatter to pieces, his hands braced her hips and with one thrust, he slipped inside. Sleek, golden, liquid, he felt impossibly devastatingly good.She met each stroke, wanting more of him, taking all he had to give. Swifter, farther, higher, deeper.And together, they found their bliss. They touched the sky. ******************************That marked the be
Undoing the fancy iron belt and reaching for the zipper of his pants, Cordelia made for his briefs and grabbed his cock, massaging it sensually from top to bottom, back and forth.Alan let out a low groan, obviously enjoying the attention his now erect cock is getting. He grabbed a handful of Cordelia's hair, nudging her head towards him. With a sly smile, she opens her mouth and takes in the full length of his cock, licking and teasing with her tongue while squatting.Alan moaned and groaned, relishing the moment. After a while, he roughly pulls her up and flips her around so that she is backing him. He bends her over and pulls up her short skirt, ravaging her from behind while she whimpers and whines holding the floor railing before her for support.Alan soon reaches his peak and immediately ends their little moment of pleasure, not caring whether or not his partner is satisfied.“ You should clean up.” He said, more in a commanding tone than suggesting one.Disappointed as usual,
Luckily, only Kingsley and Hardy were present in the conference room. They both raised their eyebrows.Kingsley, wondering if Louisa is up to one of her deceitful trick again.Hardy, wondering why his boss and this woman he seems to loath, have an intimate personal photo together.Kingsley's expression becomes unreadable while Louisa trembles slightly at her mistake. She quickly apologizes and move on, more carefully.Despite the awkwardness, Louisa is able to focus on her pitch afterward, highlighting the key features of Mist,it's market potential and return in investment.Kingsley leaned back in his chair at the end of the pitch, steeping his fingers.“Well, not a bad one,” he said, his tone measured. “You can go ahead with your schedule while I review the financials once more. Hardy will be in touch with you.” He concluded, standing and walking out of the room in confident steps.“I'll see you out.” Hardy offered with a polite smile, extending his right hand towards the door, motio
At the close of work, Evelyn walks out to the parking lot in a light mood. Aside from the fiasco with Louisa, she had quite a pleasant day.Reaching her car, she opens her purse and reaches for the keys, humming a familiar tune. She remembers the way Louisa is overburdening herself in order to escape her own personal troubles and she stops humming immediately, feeling worried about her friend.“Life can be really exhausting,” She soliloquies, “but at least, the traffic is light this evening.” she concludes, smiling at her own little joke as she hits the road, on her way home.“Oh Louisa dear, what am I supposed to do with you?” She continues soliloquising as she cruise along the highway.Suddenly, an heavy jolt shook her vehicle, startling her. Her head swirls around to see a sleek, white, sports car, it's bumper dented, just an inch away from her rearview mirror.A young athletic man with his face laced with worry peers out from behind the wheel. His gaze meets Evelyn's and he raise
Louisa freezes by the door, momentarily paralyzed by what she is seeing right in front of her.Her eyes widen as she tries to process the situation. Swallowing hard, she collects herself and forces a thin smile after a few seconds.“Honey, how are you?” She starts moving to her son, hugging him nervously. “Fine mommy. But I was bored, Uncle has been busy.” Liam replies, hugging his mom but contouring his face in a manner that shows his displeasure with being by himself.“Am sorry about that honey. But I can see you have company now, isn't it?” Louisa teases Liam while looking in the direction of Kingsley and Hardy in a bid to acknowledge them.“Hello Mr Wills, what a surprise to see you here.” Louisa salutes Kingsley, who looks like someone who has been a heavy punch in the gut.It takes quite a bit of nudging by Hardy to make Kingsley close his slightly opened mouth and bring himself back to the sent.“Eh, ehm, yeah. It's a surprise to see you too,” Kingsley returns, still trying to
“CEO Alan is here sir. It's time for your meeting with him.” Hardy informs Kingsley. He is seated in his office sofa, in a reclining position trying to rest his aching head after the rigorous brainstorming he had put it through.“Let him in,” Kingsley replies, getting up and walking to sit in his executive chair behind the office table.“Mr Wills, how do you do? It's been a while.” CEO Alan greets, extending his hand for a handshake immediately he is ushered into the office by Hardy.“I am well, Mr. Alan; welcome,” Kingsley replies courteously, taking CEO Alan's hand.“This is my secretary, Cordelia.” Alan introduces Cordelia, who had been standing beside him and smiling politely all along.“You're both welcome, please sit.” “Thank you.” Alan and Cordelia chorus, taking the double seat in front of Kingsley's table.“Thank you for honoring my invitation the other night, and I am sorry the evening didn't go as planned,” Alan states slightly raising an eyebrow and starting the conversat
Kingsley's lavish mansion is illuminated by the golden rays of the setting sun, creating a fascinating atmosphere for Liam's fifth birthday celebration. Music, laughter, and the vivid hues of balloons and streamers fills the garden. With endless energy, a few children run around, their laughter mingling with the gentle murmur of adult conversation. With his arm loosely around Louisa's waist in a romantic manner, Kingsley steps close to the imposing fountain. They share a look that says it all: years of hardships, miscommunications, and heartache has brought them to this point, stronger and more in love than ever. Their entire world revolves around their baby, Liam, and this day is a celebration of both his life and their family's tenacity. As she watches Liam blow out his candles in front of his young buddies, Louisa murmurs, "Look at him," in a proud tone. "He's very happy. So deserving, he has been a strong boy.” Kingsley answers with a gentle kiss on her temple. "Just
"Martha?" Louisa calls in a scarcely discernible whisper. Martha stands there with a serene face and inquisitive gaze. "Louisa," she says quietly. Louisa feels fear take hold of her chest. How did Martha even know her house? Yeah well, she probably asked Evelyn. But why did she have to visit now of all times? Kingsley is inside her house, even though she had assured Martha that she would let go of him only a few hours earlier. Martha may misinterpret things if she sees him with her. But before Louisa can come up with an excuse, to dismiss Martha or go out with her, Kingsley speaks. "Who is it?" The sound of Kingsley's footsteps approaching was followed by his voice coming from behind her. Louisa's face becomes pale as she turns slightly. "It is….” When Kingsley comes into view, he spots Martha standing at the door, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Martha?" Martha's expression is unreadable as her eyes darts between them. Now knowing the reason for Louisa's sh
Kingsley's heart races in his chest as he stands outside Louisa's apartment. He had been pacing his living room for hours, struggling with his feelings. Ultimately, though, he knows he has to speak with Louisa. They have to be together, no matter what happens. Louisa's face changes from surprise to a kind of reserved resignation as she opens the door. Silently, she moves out of the way to let him in. "Daddy!" Before Kingsley can speak, Liam's voice calls excitedly, his face lighting up with unbridled excitement as he rushes into Kingsley's legs. Kingsley kneels down and embraces Liam tightly. "Hey son. You were missed.” "I also missed you! Will you be here for dinner? Liam questions, hope glimmering in his eyes. With a gentle giggle, Kingsley runs a hand through Liam's hair. "No son, not tonight. But you need to go spend some time playing in your room, okay? I must speak with your mother.” Liam pauses, looking from one parent to the other. "All right, but promise y
Fred had been getting ready for the evening all day. He had selected one of the best bars in the city, renowned for its quiet jazz, cozy atmosphere, and wine selection that would please even the pickiest connoisseur. He had gone above and beyond by placing an advance order for Linda's favorite meal and a bottle of wine that she had mentioned in passing months prior during a conversation at work. Fred is early, straightening his tie and gazing around the table he had reserved at the window, which overlooks the lights of the city. It has to be flawless. Fred's breath sticks in his throat as Linda enters, looking stunning. She accessorized her figure-hugging black dress with subtle jewelry that gleams in the low light. Fred's pulse skips a beat as her hair falls over her shoulders and she walks with assurance. Her voice is pleasant, yet tinged with suspicion as she says, "Fred. It looks so good in here, " as she looks around, admiring the bar. Fred gets up and drags her
Standing before Martha's hotel suite door, Louisa pauses. She knocks softly after her knuckles briefly hover over the glossy wood. The door opens as the faint sound of footfall nears, and Martha appears, her face instantly changing from one of surprise to one of cautious mistrust. "Louisa?" Martha's hand tightens on the doorframe as she speaks sharply. "How are you aware of my lodging arrangements?" Louisa smiles slightly, disarmingly. "Martha, you're my friend. Even if you don't want me to, I would be aware of your location. Martha pauses, obviously surprised by the answer, but her skepticism remains unshaken. Reluctantly, she moves aside to let Louisa in. It is a tidy, impersonal room, the sort of transitory place that is less like a home and more like a waiting room. Louisa calmly and deliberately sits down in one of the window-facing chairs. Martha crosses her arms and stays upright. "Louisa, why are you here?" Martha speaks in a clipped tone. "You're wasting
Although Louisa is hardly aware of it, the R&D department at Palmer Tech is bustling as usual. The cursor on her computer screen is blinking impatiently as she sits at her desk and stares blankly. Her team is busy around her, talking about testing plans and prototypes, but their voices are muffled by the flurry of ideas racing through her head. "Miss Emerson?" A hesitant voice pierces her fog. One of her less experienced developers, Carter, is clutching a tablet. "I want to present the project's revised design specifications to you. I believe we've resolved the—” "Have you checked it again?" Louisa abruptly interrupts him with a snap. Carter blinks in surprise at her tone. "Yeah, but I figured you'd like to—" "Why bring it to me if you think it is good enough? Carter, do your job. I don't have time to obsess over every little thing.” There is silence in the room. Carter takes a step back, holding the iPad as her crew exchange suspicious looks. “I apologize. I'll che
With her mind full of unrelenting thoughts, Louisa frantically packs Liam's school bag as the morning light streams through the curtains. Simultaneously, her hands tucked in a folder of his drawings, a lunchbox, and a water bottle. With his unlimited enthusiasm, Liam, who is already wearing his school uniform, dances about the living room behind her. "Mom! I'm ready!” Liam yells. Louisa looks at the clock and says, "Just a minute, sweetheart." They are late. The doorbell rings as she zips the bag closed and sets it on the table. "I'll get it, Mom!" Liam shouts and runs to the door. "Hold on, Liam!" Louisa begins, but he has already flung it open. "Uncle Hardy!" Liam shouts, his voice full of happiness. "You're here!" Louisa's forehead furrows as she turns. Hardy's towering body fills the entryway as he stands there. There is a glimmer of something in his eyes that Louisa can't quite identify, but he is grinning as usual. "Hey, Liam!" Hardy ruffles his hair. "Ho
Evelyn rests her head on John's chest as she nestles up against him on his soft sofa. Soft music hums in the background and the room is filled with the warmth of the fireplace. John put an arm around her, his fingers idly making patterns on her shoulder while they laughed quietly at a ridiculous story from the day before. However, when the laughing subsides, John becomes aware of Evelyn's aloof expression. He tilts his head to gaze at her and remarks, "You're quiet tonight," gently. "Are you still concerned about us? Or is it about my family again?” With a slight smile on her lips, Evelyn shakes her head. "No, John, you are everything I desire, and regarding your family, I have already made up my mind. I will do whatever it takes to defend our love. That matter has been resolved.” John's hand moves to tuck a stray hair behind her ear as his lips form an excited smile. "That's my girl. As courageous and unyielding as ever.” His voice lowers to a playful whisper as he plants
The rumpled blankets are evidence of Kingsley's restless night as he sleeps, sprawled over his bed. Except for the dim golden light that filters through the borders, the room is dark and subdued, due to the closed drapes. The floor is littered with empty champagne bottles, a silent reminder of his fruitless attempts to block out his thoughts. His tie dangles loosely from the bedpost, and his suit jacket is crumpled in one area. He is startled out of his wits by a knock on the door. Unwilling to confront anyone, he moans, but the knock is louder this time. "Boss? It's Hardy. Are you inside?” Kingsley rubs his hand over his scruffy face and mumbles a curse. "Come in," he rasps at last. With a creak, the door opens, and Hardy enters, his worried features inscribed on his face. He looks around the room right away, soaking in the commotion. The bottles, the messy bed, and his boss's rumpled appearance present a picture that is very different from the calm and authoritat