Blake's phone started ringing before he could put it down after his call to Tasha. It was his sister calling, he swiped across the phone screen and said, “Hey.”“Can you come over on your way from work?” Jolie asked after they exchanged pleasantries. “I thought we could talk about Dad's birthday.” “Yeah, his birthday. Is it not too early to start planning?” He responded like a typical man. “It's still September, we are in June.”Their father would be clocking sixty-five in the first week of September. “September is not too far,” she enlightened him. “The earlier we start planning the better.”“It's okay,” he said. “I will leave the office in the next thirty minutes.”“Okay see you soon,” Jolie said and disconnected the line. He called Stacy again to tell her about his movement. She told him she was not ready at the moment to go home. She had to have a one-on-one meeting with Jake about a new account. “I'll see you later at home,” he said.“Yeah, later,” she replied and they ended
“Tell daddy you love what he's doing to you,” Jake said in a muffled voice, thrusting in and out of Stacy with such predatory tempo as he fucked her on the long lounge sofa after she sucked him off. “Daddy, I love it so much,” Stacy whimpered with pleasure mixed with pain. “Give it to me Daddy, I love what you are doing to me. “That's my dirty girl,” he growled. He seemed much more excited today. His entire body hummed with so much passion. “Are you my dirty little girl?” He pounded her pussy harder with his groin smacking against her ass.“Yess!” she cried out in ecstasy. “I am Daddy's dirty girl. Daddy don't stop.” She purred with ecstasy.” Keep going!”“Oh no,” he increased the speed of his thrusts again. “I'm not gonna stop until you flood my dick with your release baby…until you sob out my name from that dirty mouth of yours.” He said, panting vigorously and fucking her ferociously. Her noises filled the room, but they didn't care. He had soundproofed his office a long time ago
Blake stayed with his sister for over two hours. When he finally got home, the living room door opened as he got out of the car. Jayce burst out, screaming, Daddy! daddy! And ran up to him. “My son!” He scooped up his little boy in his arms and swung him up in the air several times. “Is your mom back?” He asked when he finally put the giggling little boy down on his feet.“No,” Jayce said and took the hand his father held out to him.“Maybe she went to see Grandma and Grandpa,” Blake told the boy as they walked together into the house. “Okay, daddy.”“Welcome, Mr. Carter,” the nanny who was coming down from the stairs greeted him.“How are you, Emily?”“I'm fine sir,” the middle-aged woman replied and looked at Jayce, saying, “Jayce, it's time to take a bath.”The boy looked up into his father's face and said he wanted to stay longer with him.“You know what?” Blake kissed the top of his head. “I will have my bath while you have yours too and we can play games later after that. Do
Jake opened his eyes the following morning with a start before dawn. He sat up in his bed and parted the window blind. It was still dark outside. He stood up and picked up the pack of cigarettes from his nightstand. Jake brought out one and lit it. He took a long drag, walking out to the small porch outside his room. He sat on the wicker chair and took another drag of his cigarette. Stacy was still in confusion about what had happened the day before with Stacy. He never planned to tell her he loved her. But there was no taking it back after it came out of his mouth, especially when she started asking questions. Of all the reactions he was expecting from Stacy, anger was none of them. It surprised him that she got angry with him. He called her twice after she left him in his office but she declined both. So he let her be for the night. That was the very first time his girl would be angry with him in eleven years. The very first time she would refuse to talk to him. He felt so mad at
"Connie,” Blake slid the plastic folder to the lady sitting across from him in his office. “You know, a lot has changed over the years. My father is not the only one who calls the shots in the business anymore.”“What do you mean?” Connie pushed forward in her seat, placing an elbow on the edge of Blake's desk. “So you will not help me? Is that what you are saying?”He gave her a frustrated sigh. “Are you saying I will get the contract?” Her eyes brightened up. “if I do that?”“No, Connie, don't misunderstand me,” he darted a hard look at her. “If you write your proposal properly, I will submit it to the board who will deliberate on it as they will do to the several proposals that others have submitted. And if they find your proposal good enough, they will give you the contract.”“In other words, you are not going to at least put in a nice word for me?”“No, I won't,” he told her. “I hope you can still remember what happened when I stuck out my neck four years ago for you?”She got a
“Mom, are you going to stay home with me again?” Jayce asked his mother sweetly two days after Jake blurted out that he loved her. “Yes, baby,” Stacy said, putting a plate of pancakes in front of him. “ She decided to make breakfast for her son and husband this morning, not wanting to just lay down in bed.“Mama is staying home with you. Do you like that?”“Yes,” Jayce nodded, smiling. “Will Dada stay too?”“No, honey. Dada has to go to work.”“I heard some people talking about Dada,” Blake walked into the kitchen smiling, already dressed for work. “Good morning Dada,” the little boy's face lit up as he greeted his father.“Good morning sunshine,” Blake bent down and kissed the top of Jayce's head. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes, dada!”“That's good,” he moved to Stacy, who was setting a place for him at the top of the table. “Good morning dear,” he pecked her on the cheek.“Good morning,” she tried to force herself to smile. “Don't tell me you are not going into the office again toda
“I miss you so much, sweetie,” Grant smiled and winked as if Tasha could see him through the phone. “It’s not the same with you not being here.”“I miss you too,” he heard her voice loud and clear from the other end. And it sent currents of excitement down his spine. “Remember, you are the one who encouraged me to stay for the wedding. I would have just returned to Berkeley tomorrow.”“I know,” he rubbed his chest. “Don't worry, I will cope and I will be here for you whenever you come back. It's good for you to socialize, you know.”“Well,” she groaned into the phone. “If you say so.”“How about Tyson, I hope he's enjoying his summer very well over there?”“Tyson is fine,” she told him. “He's already registered for swimming class. He did the beginner’s class last summer, now he's in the intermediate class.”“Wow, that's very fantastic,” Grant remarked, feeling so much love for Tyson as if he was his own. “I love how active the boy is.”“Yeah,” Tasha laughed from the other end. “Yes,
"Travis Franklin!” She squealed. “What…is this you?”“Yes, it's me in flesh and blood.”They both burst into laughter. “What are you doing here?” He asked, giving her a once over. “I came to get my dad’s prescriptions from the pharmacy.”“You too, what are you doing here?”“I came to get some yarn,” she looked back at Melissa’s shop. "It's good to see you again!" He gave her a half hug. "Yes, it's good to see you again," Tasha said with a smile as they pulled apart. “How many years has it been now?” Travis asked as both of them leaned against her car. “I'm sure we last saw each other five years ago at our twentieth reunion, right?”“Yeah, I think you.”"Wow!" He said. "You haven't changed a bit! You are still as beautiful as ever, Tash.”"I can say the same thing about you too," she grinned. He was so handsome. Though he'd added some weight, he was still very good-looking. “You are in town for the summer, right?” Tasha asked, looking up into his eyes fondly. “Yes, something li
“I'm never letting you go again, never again, baby.” Blake's eyes were dark with his deep love for her. He rolled away to the other side, bringing half of her body to his chest. “That was so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over her ass cheeks.Tasha nuzzled her head into his chest, feeling so free and happy. “You are not going to Sandville anymore, I hope you know,” he said with a sly smirk, his hand resting on her ass cheek. “I want to have you all alone to myself before the boys come back.”“No, I'm not going anymore,” she said languidly. “I will stay with daddy so he can give me more of his cock. I have missed it so much.” She purred.“I plan to do naughty things to your body, baby girl. Naughty dirty things I haven't done to anyone in nine years.”“Uh…,” she smiled, licking her lips. “Tell me about what you plan to do.”“I'm not telling you, Candy,” he whispered into her ear. “Just know that I plan to make you scream and moan all the way, baby.” The scorching heat from h
She grabbed his jaw, staring deeply into his eyes, and asked, “is my daddy back for me? Do you want us to really do this?”“Yes, Candy yes…,” he breathed, staring into her eyes with a look of love. The fierce love that he had always had for her. “Daddy is back, and I promise I am not going away this time.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.She cupped the back of his head with her hands and deepened the kiss. They kissed fervently with undeniable desire as the fire of longing ravaged their bodies. Tasha's head spun: finally the man that knew her body inside out was back. “I love you so much Tasha Harrison,” he growled and stood up to quickly discard his joggers’ pants. Adding it to the heap of clothes on the floor. His body hammered with excitement as he returned to her on the mat. His eyes looked all serious, with more shades of lust. “You are so wet, Candy,” he opened her pussy lips with two fingers. “I can't bear not being inside you any longer.” He wanted her so badly tha
Tasha went to the bathroom to brush her teeth the following morning at six. Despite sleeping late, she felt fresh and filled with vitality. She had a quick wash and dressed up for the gym. She was surprised, though, when she got into the gym and met Blake there. He only uses the gym at night. “Good morning,” she greeted. “You are working out in the morning today?”“Yeah,” he panted and dropped the dumbbells he was holding. “I haven't been here in three days. I figured I should wake up early to make up for the days I lost before I leave for the office.” He explained and walked over to the thread mill. “It seems you've been here for long with the way you are sweating.”“I have been here since four,” he grinned. He just couldn't sleep, so he decided to make good use of the time. “Wow,” she whistled and stretched on the mat to start her push-ups. After several failed attempts to concentrate, Tasha stopped trying to do any more push-ups and took a long deep breath, knowing there was n
Blake walked from his study into the kitchen on Monday night. The house was silent. The boys had already left for their grandparents’.Tasha was watering the herbs on the windowsill. “Hey,” he whispered and moved to the refrigerator, and brought out two bottles of ginger beer. “Sit with me.” He sat on the high dining chair at the breakfast nook and patted the chair next to him. He opened a bottle with his teeth and held it out to her. “Thank you.” She collected the bottle and sat down on the chair at the far end of the table instead, leaving two chairs between them.“Cheers,” he tilted his bottle towards her before taking a long swing of the drink.“I'm going to miss the kids so much,” she said and darted a quick look into his eyes. “One week,” she groaned. “I think it's too much.”“Don't worry,” he burst into laughter, “the kids will enjoy themselves. We adults too should try and enjoy ourselves here.” He tilted his bottle towards her and she just smiled briefly. She looked more
She went upstairs to her bedroom after cleaning the kitchen and stripped out of her clothes. Tasha drew a bath for herself in the bathroom. She tiptoed and reached out for the jar of luxury foaming relaxing bath salt she brought from Berkeley with her and added some into the warm bath water. She climbed into the water, sinking down slowly into it.Her mind raced at the thought of Blake. She wondered who he was with and what they might be doing. Jealousy curled around her heart again. “It's official,” she muttered to herself. “I have fallen in love with my baby daddy all over again…God.”“The man is still hot. Why won't I?” she thought to herself and moaned gently. It was getting more and more difficult for Tasha to keep Blake out of her thoughts. She wondered again for the umpteenth time if Blake had a fiancee or a girlfriend. She had seen no woman with him since she arrived ten weeks ago. “Focus…Tasha, focus,” she chided herself, sighed heavily. She forced herself to relax back in
Blake sat in his lush garden on a summer Sunday evening, ten weeks after he and Tyson had their surgery. Everything was going well and both of them had recovered very well. He was reading a business magazine while still watching Tyson and Jayce play football.His schedule for summer had changed this year because of Tyson. Blake spent his daytime on workdays overseeing the family business during weekdays, while his evenings and weekends were devoted to spending quality time with his boys. He had used every period he had to bond with his newfound son, and it was very rewarding. He watched them with a mixture of pride and wonder. Their laughter filled the air as they chased after the ball. Tyson was a natural leader and being a professional footballer in his own right had been teaching his brother different tactics. Both of them were a bundle of energy. The boys had grown to love each other in the little time they had been together. No one would believe that they were half-brothers. J
Five hours later, Tasha stepped back and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself, liking the outcome of her makeup. Tasha wasn't one for elaborate makeup. She liked to be simple. A light dusting of bronzer warmed her skin, subtly highlighting her cheekbones. She had applied a touch of rose-gold eyeshadow shimmered on her lids, catching the light with every blink. A swipe of mascara defined her lashes, making her eyes sparkle. Finally, a touch of sheer, rosy lipstick completed the look, a hint of color that whispered, not shouted. It was a look that spoke of confidence, not in any way artificial. Her simple makeup was such an elegance that complicated the deep emerald green silk blouse she was wearing, which she had paired with a tailored black pants, the fabric crisp and impeccably pressed, and a pair of sleek black heels that elongated her legs. She left her hair free, running down her shoulders in a cascade of beautiful waves. “Wow,” she said to her reflecti
Tasha was woken up by Tyson and Jayce seven weeks later in New York. It was her birthday. The boys climbed into the bed just as their dad walked in. They started singing a birthday song for her. “Oh my God, boys,” she grinned at them. She was so happy about their gesture. Tasha and Tyson had arrived in New York city seven weeks ago with the private jet Blake sent to bring them. They had the transplant two weeks later and both of them have recovered and are doing very great. “Happy birthday mommy,” Jayce and Tyson said and hugged her. “Thank you for taking good care of us. We love you.”“My babies,” Tasha smiled through her tears. “Thank you so much. I love you both so much.” He hugged both of them to her chest, feeling the warmth of a mother towards them. “We have a birthday gift for you,” Jayce reached over and picked the shopping bag on the floor beside the bed and gave it to Tasha.“My babies, this is so thoughtful of you,” she blinked back her tears. “Open it,” Tyson urged he
THREE DAYS LATER "Daddy, let's go to my room," Tyson held out his hand to his father, "I want to show you a lot of things." It was Saturday midday. Blake had arrived like he promised. The introduction was not as awkward as he thought it would be. Tasha only said, "Tyson, this is Blake, your daddy.” “Daddy!” the little boy had said happily and flung himself at his father. “Daddy.” Blake clasped his boy to himself. It was such a profound moment for him. “Tyson,” he whispered and kissed the top of his head. “I am so glad to meet you, my son.” It was after that that the boy invited his father to his room. Blake looked over Tyson's head into Tasha's face, searching for her reaction. As much as he wanted to go into his son's room, he knew he had to be careful not to overstep any boundaries set by her. She understood what he was looking for. She gave a nod and smiled. “Let's go,” Blake winked at Tasha. “Lead the way, please.” He followed Tyson to his room. "Wow!" That was the word t