“Okay mom,” Tasha said with a smile on her lips as she ended her call to her mother. “Kiss daddy for me, goodnight.”She disconnected the line and replaced the receiver. She glanced up at the clock hanging above the stove. It was already half-past six in the evening. She smiled, returning to the onions she was slicing before she had to pick her mother's phone call. Grant and Tyson would soon return home from the football match. She rarely goes for Tyson's football matches and practices these days. Grant had taken that over from her. Even Tyson said he loved it like that. She whistled and opened the top cabinet to bring out the peanut butter jar and a can of coconut milk. She wanted to make Thai peanut chicken ramen noodles for dinner. The aroma of the onions and coconut filled the air, as she started cooking. And in no time, dinner was ready. She sighed in relief that she finished making dinner before her boys were back as she turned down the heat under the wok. She was washing
Grant knew something was up, thinking it had to do with work. He supervised Tyson as he brushed his teeth and changed into his pajamas after dinner. He tucked him into bed and read to him. Being tired after the match, the boy slept off almost immediately before Grant even finished reading the second paragraph of the story. Grant put off the main light in Tyson's room, leaving only the yellow deemed light by the corner. He let himself out and went to look for Tasha. On opening her study, he found her sitting on the window seat looking forlorn. “What's wrong?” He went to sit beside her. “Have you finished with your call?”She said nothing and just looked on.“Sweetie,” he laid a hand on her shoulder. “What's wrong, are you having trouble with your publisher?”“Don't touch me!” She swatted his hand away. “Leave me alone.”Surprised, he asked, “what is going on Tash? What happened?”“Freda was here this evening,” Tasha leaned forward, her voice dripping with pain. “She told me, tell m
Blake and Cassie stepped out of the grand ballroom: the venue for the yearly fundraiser luncheon for the treatment of cancer, which Carter Industries had been involved with for many years. It was after six late afternoon on a Thursday. “Good evening, Mr. Carter,” a reporter all but jumped right in front of them from nowhere with his phone poised on Blake's face. “Are we expecting another marriage of two heirs soon?” He dashed a quick smile at Cassie.“You just stay tuned.” Blake patted the reporter on the shoulder. “We shall see.” “Mr. Carter…Mr. Carter,” another reporter appeared, a lady. “Please, can you confirm it….”“Goodnight everyone,” he waved his hand in the air, taking Cassie’s hand firmly in his. The duo, with their signature grins, simply walked away.“That was perfect.” She looked into his eyes. “I mean, the way you handled the reporters. “I don't know,” he sighed audibly. “Those guys are always eager to speculate about all my movements.”“Don't mind them, I enjoyed mys
“You want harder?” He pulled out of her and slammed back into her with force and continued fucking her harder with fast, deep strokes. “This is harder.” “Oh, God…yes!” She yelped. “That is it. Give it to me.” Blake braced himself with his hands firmly set on the bed and started pounding her cunt with all his strength. “Yes, yes,” she squealed. “I like it like that, don't. Blake, please don't stop.”She was showing another version of herself that evening. Cassie was moaning so loudly; she kept pushing her hips towards his cock to receive him deeper into herself. Her body shuddered, her breasts kept jiggling. Looking at her was so hot and beautiful. They fucked like rabbits, grunting and panting and moaning until his orgasm began building up. His breathing became more shallow as he tried to delay his climax. “Oh fuck, Cassie!" he cried. "I'm going to come, come with me, come with me!” He panted. “I'm coming, yes,” she started rubbing her clit, wanting to match up with his c
“Damn it! Damn it!” Blake muttered to himself, leaned back against the back of the couch and covered his face with his hand.He regretted allowing his father to dictate to him. He regretted loving riches so much that he wasn't able to fight back then for the woman he loved.He dropped his empty glass on the table and wobbled upstairs into his bedroom.He sat on the edge of his massive king-sized bed to kicked off his shoes and then stripped down. He dropped his suit in the laundry basket. And under the shower for a hot shower. He dried off his body and took a fresh pair of pajamas out from the drawer. Putting them on, he slid under the sheets and closed his eyes. With the alcohol in his system and the effects of the orgasm he had ours ago, it didn't take him long to fall into a deep sleep. The early morning sun was streaming into his room by the time he was conscious again. He rolled out of the bed and was under the shower in minutes. At eight twenty-nine, his driver stopped the c
Tasha yawned and stretched her body. It was Saturday, on checking the time she saw that it was seventeen minutes after two in the afternoon. She had to meet with a group of grad students physically in the morning and she just decided to stay back in the office and grade some papers. Since Tyson was with his best friend in school and his family for the weekend. Tasha looked around her cozy office. She felt good and sad at the same time. Good about her career, which was soaring and at its best. A smile locked at the corners of her mouth as she relished the fact that she was going to become a full professor before the end of the academic session. Her name and two other names of her colleagues in the department had been forwarded, along with the other names of staff to be considered for professorship this session.She knew without any iota of doubt that she would make it. She had put in so much effort and she knew she deserved it. She remembered she needed to call her father, who had b
Tasha had always been a fan of farmers’ markets. There was something particularly special about shopping at one on a winter afternoon. She breathed in the crisp, cold air and smiled as she stepped down from her car. She strolled around through the market at first, admiring the beautiful array of winter produce. There were vibrant red and orange carrots, fingerling potatoes in various shades of brown, and radishes with their bright pink and white stripes. The colors were so rich and vibrant; it felt like a painting coming to life.She noticed a bakery set-up at the back and quickly walked there. She was so intoxicated by the aroma of freshly baked goodies as she got to the stall. She was particularly drawn to the crusty sourdough which the printing under it clarified that it was made with rosemary and garlic. “Can I have two loaves of those?” She pointed at it. “Of course,” the woman selling said with a bright smile. And wrapped two loaves into brown paper. “What else would you like
Blake studied the shrilling phone for a while and then picked up the receiver. “Hello, Blake Carter on the line,” he said into the mouthpiece and leaned back in his seat. His fingers tapping a soundless rhythm against his polished mahogany desk. "Blake, it's Derek. Check your email. We won!" His voice crackled with excitement, his joy palpable even through the phone. The hotel deal had finally come through.“We are the highest bidder! The hotel is going to be ours, Blake! We actually did it!"“Yes, we did it.” A wave of excitement surged throughout his body. “I told you we would. So what's next now?”“You just check our email box. Everything is there.”“Okay, listen,” he sat upright in his seat. “I will do just that, and call you later at night so we can talk better.”“Great!” Derek replied, his voice brimming with satisfaction. That's fine. I will expect your call.”Blake returned the receiver and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. The y