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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