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Kate was smiling in her sleep. Hearing her phone alarm, she rolled to lie on her back, stretching her arms altogether. As she sat up, she realized Carlos was already in her room. She was facing his back while he sat on the edge of her bed. “Carlos?” She softly called. “How long have you been here?” Carlos turned to Kate. In his hand was her diary, and Kate saw how his jaws clenched, his eyes full of sorrow. He said, “Kate, I’m sorry. I did not mean to hurt you-” “It’s okay,” Kate sat up promptly, crawling next to him. She tried to grab her diary, feeling embarrassed by whatever he found out. Forthwith, she understood what he was sorry for. “You fell into depression? And you had to seek treatment?” Carlos asked, his brows meeting as he sought. “It was just for a month. Shortly after you left - give me that. It’s my personal space,” Kate said, reaching for her diary. She did not want Carlos to feel guilty. To her, it was all in the past now. After seizing her diary, Carlos embr
“Why are you perspiring?” Kate asked, seeing beads of sweat form on Carlos’ forehead. ‘Why?’ Carlos thought. How could he focus on their date now when Kate openly suggested she was willing to give herself to him? “You make me think about dragging you to my bedroom. That’s why,” While driving the car, he admitted, but soon he took it back, saying, “But, I want this date. I’ve planned for it for so long.” "You did?" Kate asked. Still embarrassed at having given herself away, she looked at the window as she sought, "But how would you know we'd be together by now?" "Oliver and one other person I trust did the legwork. I estimated my return, and to answer your question, no. I did not expect to take you out as my girlfriend. I was." Carlos paused. He glanced at Kate and disclosed, "This was supposed to be me courting you, taking you out on a friendly date." From the passenger seat, Kate smiled, her heart galloping with excitement, her cheeks burning. It did not take long before they
“Another gift? I thought the dance was a gift,” Kate uttered while Oliver hand Carlos a palm size velvet box. Holding the box, Carlos studied Kate's delicate face. He asked, “Ready?" After seeing Kate nod, he said, "During your eighteenth birthday, you wanted uncle Ethan to get you a special gift. It was either the Circle of Heaven or Princess’ Xu’s Prosperity ring, but your father did not give you either.” Kate’s eyes widened. She sought, “No. Don’t tell me -” Carlos just smiled, his grey eyes sparkling in amusement at her reaction. He opened the box and revealed his gift. A small gift card on the upper part of the box read: [To My Kate. From Mister Jade.] Inside the jewelry box was the ‘Circle of Heaven’ jadeite bangle, one of Chinese history's most precious jade collections. It was a piece that Kate had wanted to buy since she was young. When Kate turned eighteen, Ethan thought it was too much for a piece of jewelry at her age, considering how it cost ten million dollars back
Kate’s heart fluttered as soon as Carlos spread her legs with his knee. His hand reached beneath her blouse. They were still in their clothes, making out in Carlos’ bed, but their desires were manifesting. She heard Carlos moan into her mouth, and she could not help but think how it was the sexiest sound ever. During their first make-out session, Carlos was cautious with her, but this time, he had his whole weight on top of her, his member hardening against her pubic area. When Carlos unknowingly ground his hips against her, Kate sucked in a deep breath. Along with the way she heaved, a moan left her lips, and her eyes shut. “Kate?” under his breath, Carlos asked. “Are you sure you are ready to do this? You don’t know how much I thought about doing this with you, but I will always respect your decision." Every man had that incomprehensible desire for his dream woman, and Carlos was no exception. Especially after seeing Kate’s elegant frame at his birthday party, he had thought ab
Kate bit her lip while she was lying on Carlos’ bed and watching him take off his pants. She knew this was it. Was she crazy about jumping into having sex with him already? Maybe, but damn, Kate considered it her reward for finding her lost love. Besides, this wasn’t just any man. It was Carlos Ronaldo, her best friend and the love of her life. Kate realized how Carlos’ gaze returned to her, and her heart fluttered. His jeans were already down on the floor, and he was about ready to pull down his brief. ‘Wow,’ she gulped, observing his long and well-defined legs. Even with his brief on, she could make out the firmness of his ass. Her hands itched to grab them. Just when Kate thought she had seen him at his best, Carlos’ manhood sprung free. She noticed how it was curved upward, stiff, and swinging back and forth. Oh, it scared her alright, but at the same time, his hardness impressed her. He was thick, and the way it curved upward made her wonder what it would feel like inside
Kate flinched, feeling the sunlight seep through the glass window of Carlos’ room. When she opened her eyes, she realized how the curtains were slightly open. She concluded how Carlos must have gotten up in the wee hours because he already had the necklace around his neck. Before they made love last night, he had taken it off. Kate looked up at his sleeping frame. She smiled mesmerizing at his handsome face. Slowly, she climbed higher on his bare chest to study his features. She had to admit it; maturity did Carlos well. The way part of his cheeks has sunken just a little, highlighting his chiseled jaws and adding to his charisma. She closed the gap between them and pecked on his cheeks. When Carlos merely hummed, clearly still fast asleep, her eyes landed on the compartment pendant. Kate squinted, studying the details of the same pendant. Her hand slowly held the pendant, carefully assessing how she would open it. When she finally assumed how it could be opened, she adjusted h
Kate was going through her bag, deciding on what to wear for their late brunch. Yes, they skipped breakfast altogether, since she and Carlos went for their third round, making love in bed. After which, they dozed off, exhausted from their morning exercise. When they awoke, it was already past noon. Carlos was already downstairs, checking the kitchen when Kate took her long bath. “This one or this one?” She asked herself, choosing between a crop top blouse paired with denim shorts and a casual dress. However, just as she was contemplating, her eyes wandered to Carlos’ closet. A smile formed on her face, saying, “I know what to pair with my shorts.” *** In the living room, Carlos had his hands folded against his chest, his forehead creased. He huffed, watching the news on TV. Hailey Mckenzie was being interviewed by F9 TV, a French TV network. She was crying as if deprived of something that belonged to her. “They won’t let me see Carlos, my boyfriend. Where is the justice in th
“Thank you for returning my daughter,” Ethan said while welcoming Carlos to the dining table. “Although we don’t mind if Kate stays with you until tomorrow. When are you leaving again, Carlos?” Samantha asked. “I’m leaving tomorrow, aunt,” Carlos revealed. “Kate will see me practice tomorrow morning, and I’ll leave for New York in the afternoon.” “Will you be back?” Samantha asked. “Yes, aunt. I will return after my New York trip, but I might not stay long. I still have to wait for instructions from the French Open organizers, but I am certain they will not delay the tournament for long. It can’t clash with the Wimbledon finals,” Carlos explained. “Yes, and we still need you to win the French Open Cup,” Ethan said before pointing Carlos and Kate to their seats. Observing the frown on Kate's face, Ethan asked, “Why are you looking grumpy?” “I’m not grumpy, dad. Pfft!” Kate denied it by faking a laugh. The truth was, Kate was disappointed that she did not get her reward from
My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting Kate's and Carlos' story. This was my first sports romance story and my first, second chance novel at that. To those who supported me from Book 1 to Book 5 of the Wright Family Series, thank you. I am forever grateful for the encouragement you have given me. Your reviews, comments, suggestions, and messages keep me going every day. You have no idea how it makes me smile and pushes me to do better. Q1: So what's next for Author LiLhyz? Answer: I will write the grandchildren's stories, but not all of them. At the top of my head, I am sure I will write about Kenneth and Liam. Q2: When will the next book be out? Answer: I will first take a break and then start writing again in mid-November. Once the book is out, I will put out an announcement on my social media pages. Thus, I encourage everyone to follow me there. It is the best way you can receive an update from me. Q3: Will you write about the supporting characters? Answer: Sadly, no
Years passed. “Let’s welcome back the former number one players on the court, Carlos Ronaldo, The Devil, and Alexander Jenkins!” A year after Alexander retired from his tennis career, the two former star athletes were invited for an appearance match at The National Tennis Center Complex, sponsored by a famous sports drink. The stadium was filled with the Devil’s fans, including Alexander’s. It may only be an appearance match, but they missed their favorite tennis stars dearly. “Devil!” “Devil!” “Alex!” “Devil!” “Alex!” “I miss you all!” Alexander claimed, waving his hands. Carlos also waved at his supporters, then he turned to his family and blew them a kiss. Kate and the children stood in the VIP seats with Savannah and her own kids. The Devil and Alexander took their respective side of the courts and shook hands. Carlos said, “Good luck.” “I could say the same to you, my friend. I won’t hold back,” Alexander claimed. A chuckle escaped Carlos' lips. He replied, “No
One year and a little over seven months passed. Castle backdrops surrounded the grand ballroom of the Third Diamond Hotel, where each side was made to appear like stone walls in medieval times. Arch windows were painted on the same backdrops, and royal guards stood in between white columns. At the front, royal seats were prepared for three; a king, a queen, and of their small little princess. Above them, the ceiling was decorated with hanging candlesticks and huge chandeliers. That day was Sami Amari Ronaldo’s first birthday, and the Ronaldo couple had a princess-themed party for their only daughter. The sound of trumpets altered all the visitors. On the left side of the venue, the Jenkins snapped their heads, their eyes gleaming at the soon arrival of Carlos’ and Kate’s princess. They brought Saoirse with them and their son Spencer. The Knights were also invited to the event, which allowed Savannah’s parents to have a short vacation and a chance to visit their grandkids. “Hi
Kate caressed her body as she rested her back on the side of the jacuzzi tub. She delighted in that cucumber melon bath scent, which she surprisingly loved. It had been half an hour since she had soaked herself under the tub. When she knew the scent would already linger on her skin, she got up and dried herself. Walking out of the bathroom, completely naked, Kate found Carlos looking out into the sea, his bare and well-defined back facing her, his tight ass inviting her to grab it. “Carlos,” she called. A hint of sultriness exuded in her voice. She climbed up the bed, flashing her white and silky smooth two-round flesh before laying down sideways, giving The Devil a good view of her crack. A hiss left Carlos’ lips as he turned. He wound up palming himself, checking his hardness as he walked over to the side of the bed. He held pieces of black cloth and declared, “Today, I want to take full control.” Kate did not know what he meant. She simply allowed him to do whatever he pleas
“Hwuah! Hwuah!” The sound of a baby’s cry echoed throughout the delivery room, and just like her first delivery, tears stung Kate’s eyes. “Baby boy Ronaldo is out,” announced the doctor. The crying baby was placed in Kate’s chest for her and The Devil to cherish. “Ah, what an angry little one,” Carlos said, seeing how Andre wasn’t hushing down his cries. The time came and went. At thirty-eight weeks, Kate delivered her second son, Andre Pete Ronaldo. “Congratulations on having a healthy baby boy, Mister, and Misses Ronaldo.” The couple relished seconds of caressing Andre’s head before Carlos indicated, “I am happy with our two sons, Kate, but… we should still keep trying. Who knows, we’ll have a mini-Kate.” Kate nodded, saying, “There is no harm in trying.” She gazed at her son, mesmerized. She studied his cute lips, saying, “I love you, baby!” “And daddy loves you, Andre,” Carlos echoed. It was another year to celebrate as The Devil maintained his number one ranking. He
Months passed. “Till this very day, Carlos Ronaldo is still number one and had been consistent for 426 days, more than 60 weeks, and counting. The Devil had claimed both the Wimbledon and the US Open. Erik Berg is still behind him, and Alexander Jenkins is next. Roger Murray fell to the 4th rank after the US Open.” “How long will the Devil be on top? With his growing business, until when will The Devil keep playing?” On a Sunday, Kate and Carlos were watching the national TV recorded news from within their home's living room. After the reporter’s initial statements, The Devil answered an interview. On the monitor, Carlos could be seen walking out of a tennis training camp in New York. He said in front of the camera, “I will still keep playing, but I’ll be on court on and off. If fate would have me to remain number one for a longer time, then that is a blessing, and I am happy to take that role and be a model to many tennis aspirants out there.” “However, I am not pressuring myself
"Alexander and Savannah, have you come here of your own free will and without a compulsion to marry each other?” the officiant asked. Immediately, Alexander and Savannah said together, “Yes.” “You may kiss the bride.” Applause could be heard at the wedding, held in the countryside of Savannah’s hometown. The wedding was celebrated in front of a historical castle in Tipperary. Tables and chairs were spread across the green lawns surrounding the castle. Tents covered the guests from the sun. Steel frames rose to twenty-feet high, decorated with various purple and white blooms. Everyone in the Wright family attended the Irish wedding. Samantha and Ethan were present. Carlos and Kate came with Manuel, Kaleb brought his son, Liam, Kyle and Gaby made a side trip from Freedonia to Ireland, and Kenzie came with her husband, Andrew. A trip to the countryside of Ireland was not something they would miss. The views were just breathtaking. The mountain and greenery slopes could widely be
Kate and Carlos watched as Kyle held Manuel’s legs up, and cleaned his dirt. They observed how the CEO of the Wright Diamond Corporation turned Manuel’s delicate frame, gentry, from side to side to clothe him with his top. After effectively pulling up the baby’s pants, Kyle claimed, “See! It’s easy! Like a walk in the park." “That was very fast,” Carlos had to admit. “I’m a natural at caring for babies,” Kyle claimed. A confident grin formed on his face, adding, “It also comes with experience.” Kate looked past her brother and saw Gaby giggling while carrying her one-year-old daughter, Gale. She wasn’t sure what to believe, but, nonetheless, they were thankful for Kyle’s help, showing his best technique to change an infant. “Let me hold my nephew for a while,” Kyle asked, carrying Manuel from the stroller. “You carry him like this. Listen to your older brother now.” “What about my style? Do you want to see how I change my nephew?” This time around, Kaleb offered. "No. No, he i
Scoreboard:Ronaldo: 6, 6, 5Murray: 4, 4, 4 In the third set, Carlos was ahead by five games, and in the final game, he was leading by a point. “Thirty, fifteen,” the umpire announced the scores. Carlos’ face was red from all the running he had done. He was chasing his breath as he bounced the ball against the hard court, ready to serve. He had been giving his finest, not letting Roger Murray score a set. After he thrust up the ball, he hit it with his racket. “Out!” Letting out a sigh, Carlos was relieved he still had a second try to serve the ball correctly. After serving it again, Roger ran to the far right of his court and returned the ball. Carlos quickie volleyed it back, and Roger missed another point. “Forty, fifteen, championship point.” Ready to serve, Carlos pecked his pendant. He wiped the sweat off his face with his wristband and threw the ball up in the air. Carlos served once and twice, but he hit the net in both instances. The crowd was barking, both angry