Thank you for reading. Ladies, I'm unsure if I can publish a chapter in the evening. I'm going out. So I will make up for it tomorrow instead.
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
Kate: [I miss you already] Reading Kate’s text made Carlos smile. Carlos was in his New York penthouse, ready to leave for his meeting with Officer Baker. The other day, when he left, he gave Kate a secured phone, and the same gadget already had his new number saved. Before taking the lift, he took the chance to send Kate a text back: [I miss you too. I’ll be back before you know it.] The sound of the elevator doors opening caught his attention. His eyes landed on Lemuel, his head of his security. “Sir, this way,” Lemuel said, guiding him to the back entrance of his penthouse building. “Have you added bodyguards to follow Kate around?” Carlos asked. Lemuel cleared his throat and replied, “Sir, um. Miss Wright has six soldiers following her around. She doesn’t even realize it. Plus the two we have commissioned from the security agency, she now has eight protectors.” “Good,” said Carlos. “Nothing is more important to me than Kate.” “Understood, Sir,” Lemuel acknowledged.
“We think… your father may be alive.” The words that left officer Baker's lips echoed in Carlos' head. He did not know for how long he sat there, thinking. His mind wandered back to his father’s wake. Carlos recalled how his mother never let him see Manuel’s face because of his father's injuries. He felt a headache coming his way, trying to identify those who peered inside his father’s coffin. The accident that resulted in his father's death was a head-on collision with a truck and resulted in a fire, barely recognizing the bodies of both vehicle drivers. ‘Uncle Ethan and aunt Sam, I’m sure they had a look,’ Carlos thought. Then, Carlos's voice came through with the recollection of how the police went to his mother about the accident. He stammered into his reply, “I think… the police identified him properly. I remember how, aside from his private things, there was a DNA test done -” “Teeth. I already checked,” said officer Baker. “They identified your father’s DNA through his tee
“Miss Mckenzie, what do you have to say about the statement that Carlos Ronaldo’s party released? According to his statement, you are not in a relationship,” the news reporter could be seen on TV asking Hailey as she walked to the airport in Paris. Kate watched the news while having lunch with her colleagues at CSK Apparel. She narrowed her eyes at the sight of Hailey and waited for her reply. She thought, ‘You better tell the truth, Hailey.’ “I’m sure there is a reason for his denial. This is just a misunderstanding. Everything will be cleared up very soon. You'll see.” Hailey smiled and said, “Thank you. I need to catch my flight and return to New York.” Kate’s lips twitched in irritation. She thought, ‘How dare she?’ “Wonder why Mister Ronaldo denied their relationship. Weren’t they always seen together?” Linsey, Kate’s marketing associate, said. Molly, their store manager, replied, “Yes. Even during his early tennis career. Maybe they are going through a rough patch. Every c