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[I’m sorry, Kate. Don’t worry, everyone will know that you are my girlfriend when this is all over. Have a good sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I love you, and I miss you terribly.] Carlos replied to Kate’s text while at the dining area of Alexander’s home. For over an hour now, Carlos, Alexander, and Kendra had been enjoying their meal while occasionally drinking red wine. They chatted about their previous tennis matches while sometimes talking about the other players. Kendra also injected conversations about models dating tennis players, allowing her to be thoroughly part of the discussion. Kendra picked up the bottle of wine from the ice bucket and poured the remaining contents into Carlos’ and Alexander’s glass. After which, she said, “Oops! Looks like we need a refill, guys.” Carlos checked the time and said, “Nah, I think it’s time for me to go -” “Go? Oh, my god, Carlos. It has been so long since we had so much fun, don’t you agree?” Kendra asked, winking at Carlos.
Earlier that evening, in the kitchen of Alexander's home. Lemuel’s brows met, seeing how Kendra appeared to be preparing glasses of wine, but more than that, she seemed to be concentrated on one glass alone. “Excuse me, ma’am. Mister Jenkins said I could get a beer?” Kendra was startled when he made his presence known, and her face looked liable. Oh, he was familiar with that guilty look, alright. He was a former marine, after all. Another thing he noticed was how Kendra's eyes scanned the floor when she answered him, searching for something. As she did, Lemuel's gaze returned to the three glasses on the tray and an open bottle of wine, and he squinted. The wine was already chilled, and Lemuel saw Carlos and Alexander holding a wine glass each. He thought, ‘There was no reason for Kendra to prepare more glasses when they were drinking the same kind of wine… Unless... she was spiking the drinks.’ Kendra had those bottle service tray-type which allowed her to carry everything inde
From a private island in France, a tall man in his late twenties was looking distantly at the sea from the garden terrace of his mansion. He was slightly bearded, with long hair tied behind his head. The man was Guillaume Bonnet, Hugo’s only son. As Guillaume stood there with his hands tucked inside his trouser pockets, he sighed, planning for his next move. His father’s actions resulted in their family business’ near bankruptcy, and while he had Carlos Ronaldo to thank for the end of his father’s reign, he just could not let go of the hundred million dollars they had lost. They suffered around sixty million dollars, gambling for Carlos to lose in a match. This included the wagers placed by their allied gangs in other countries. However, when the police seized his father’s properties, they also lost control of those assets. They also lost men. The umpires under their payroll were arrested, and the same could be said to anyone who had dealings with the Bonnet Gang. In short, they w
Kate's sexy pink nightgown fascinated Carlos. The silk material hugged her body closely while its length reached down her mid-thighs. After being challenged to grant Kate’s reward, his hand traveled from her waist down to her thigh. While staring into her blue eyes, he stroked her skin back and forth until he went under the silk fabric. A hiss left his lips when he seized her ass. He gulped, realizing his Kate wasn’t wearing any underwear. He saw Kate make a sly grin. She bit her lip, her legs playfully tightened around his waist. A lustful sigh escaped his lips before he climbed down, eyeing her peach. He held both her knees and swiftly spread her legs apart. “Wow, so beautiful.” Carlos’ throat felt dry, seeing the smoothness in Kate’s bottom lips. Clearly, his girlfriend prepared for his return, and it pleased him. His fingers first touched her slit, teasing her while occasionally examining her reaction. Kate took heavy breaths, shuddering under his touch, and while happy goose
“Are you okay?” Carlos asked, seeing his girlfriend struggle to walk. He was holding her hand, but eventually, he circled his arm around Kate's waist as support. "Can you walk?" “I’m fine. My knees are still a little wobbly,” Kate revealed. She did not know why. Perhaps it was because they ended their love-making with her on top or that she used her strength to wrap her legs around Carlos when he arrived. Or maybe she was still on cloud nine that her knees turned weak. Carlos had to assist her as they entered the dining room of her home. Upon turning up, she smiled, seeing her brothers, Kaleb and Kyle, were also there. Her sister-in-law, Gaby, was present too. “Gaby!” Kate waved happily at her sister-in-law, and Gaby waved back. From where she stood, Kate could see how Gaby mouthed, ‘We need to talk, girl!’ It made Kate giggle. She knew precisely what Gaby wanted to find out. Soon her eyes landed on her sister. Kenzie, Kate's older sister, and Kyle's twin, looked more like Sama
‘Uncle, I need help in suppressing the Mckenzies, especially Hailey. She should face trial for possession of illegal drugs, but I’m sure she’ll get out with bail,” Carlos said to Ethan from inside his study. “I’ll see what I can do,” Ethan replied. “I think she had caused you enough trouble. Trouble for you means trouble for my daughter.” “You should no longer associate yourself with anyone that is linked to her,” Ethan suggested, and Carlos agreed. After setting the issue of Hailey aside, Carlos brought up the possibility that his father may be alive. He accounted for, “Their only basis is how his signature was on the will, which appeared to be recently furnished.” Since he did not have the physical document itself, Carlos showed Ethan the pictures of the will and testament through his phone. They studied one slide to another, zooming the document in and out and focusing on the signatures. In the end, Ethan replied, “Did they trace the lawyer who notarized the document?” “They
“Time to get up, Alex,” Carlos repeatedly kicked Alexander’s feet at five in the morning from their hotel suite in Paris. “It’s time to practice.” The two landed at past midnight in Paris. Immediately after arriving at the hotel, Alexander saw Kendra posting social media pictures of her and another man shortly after getting bailed out of jail. As a result, Alexander indulged in a bottle of wine as his sleeping aide. Alexander was snoozing face down on the bed. He frowned, turning to Carlos. “Man, I love you, but I’m not the one who is competing in the finals. I don’t need to warm up -” “But you are my practice partner. Get your lazy ass up!” Carlos kicked him again in the feet. “How will you ever beat me if you keep getting affected by Kendra? She’s out there, maybe in another man’s arms while you sulk? Not the Alexander Jenkins I know, a tennis superstar and model.” “Superstar? I haven’t gotten to your level yet,” Alexander groaned. “And you won’t if you keep brooding,” Carlos
“Devil! Devil! Devil!” “Erik! Erik!” The stadium was torn into two sides. Chants of their favorite tennis superstars could evidently be heard in the open court of Roland Garros’ complex. Carlos sucked in a breath. He wiped his forehead with his wristband and gripped at his lucky pendant. He kissed it with his eyes closed, wishing for the match to win in his favor. Going against Erik Berg, Carlos had already foreseen a challenging match. However, he had long studied all of Erik’s games. He knew his weaknesses and techniques. Carlos was prepared for that match. Still, he could not deny he was a little distracted over the past few days. Thanks to his tempting Kate, he sacrificed a few practice times. Giving Erik one last look, he bounced the ball on the court before finally tossing it up in the air in preparation for his serve. “Aghh!” After an impressive serve, the two tennis players began to return the ball to each other. Both of them were running across the court, able to apply
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