Thank you for reading. The next chapter is tomorrow morning. How do you think Carlos will punish Kate?
The day before Wimbledon Finals. “Are you sure this is the place?” Guillaume asked his men after looking out at the gates of a huge mansion. “Yes, sir. This is exactly what was shown in her recent video,” his underling replayed Hailey’s public post on social media where Carlos Ronaldo’s supposed car entered the gates and then the next showed how Carlos went through the doors to the mansion. “It’s the exact same house, same gate. And we have verified with the neighborhood security." He laughed, commenting, "After we showed them our ID, they easily let us in." “This Mckenzie girl is inside, but during this time, she always goes to the bar. She should be heading out.” Guillaume nodded. He fixed his shirt and hair. He came prepared, buying a van just for that taking. Having been privileged all his life, Guillaume knew how to make himself look good. He wore expensive clothes, the kind that hugged his body perfectly. That day, he was looking extra attractive. He made himself the perfe
“Why did you do it? Why did you leave Kenzie’s home?” Carlos asked. His hands were on his waist and his head swayed in dismay at Kate. “You realize how much you had me worried. I was about to throw away my championship!” Kate bit her lip. She looked down at her hands before returning her regard to Carlos. She delicately replied, “I - I wanted to see your game. I did not think there was any danger with my bodyguards around.” “Besides, for years, I have watched you play on TV. The only time I came to your game, you dismissed me. I have always wanted to see you during the championships. And now that we are together, I craved it more.” “I was already here, and when the idea came to me, I - I could not resist it,” she revealed. “I - I just wanted to see you personally - see that glory you feel when you win the championship. I wanted to share your happiness, feel it, even if I cannot hold you. To see you was rewarding enough." Carlos shut his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair and
Kate was silent, drinking her wine, when Savannah said to the ladies at their table, “I don’t know, Alina. You should just let the man do the pursuing. I haven’t seen Carlos chase any tennis players. Maybe he already has someone special." Savannah earnestly felt bad for Kate. She invited her to their table, only to listen to her colleagues' yearns for Carlos Ronaldo. She turned to Kate, asking, “You okay?” Kate nodded and tried to change the topic. She said, “I saw your game during the quarterfinals. It was a good match. You were competing with -” “Me,” Maria said. “And yes, I agree. Savy gave me a hard time.” “So, Kate, how did you get the modeling job? I mean, any girl would kill for that job?” Hannah asked, still unsettled at how Kate got close to Carlos. “I - I worked for Carlos’ company, and that was how I got the modeling job,” Kate told part of the truth, and then she smiled. “If that’s the case, what are you doing here?” Alina chuckled. “Please don’t tell me, you are one
“So, Savy? What do you know about Kate?” Alina asked, her eyes narrowing at Savannah. “Do you know she was Carlos’ girlfriend?” “Um. Yes, but from what I thought, they were keeping the relationship a secret,” Savannah replied. “I was surprised Carlos announced it to us.” Alina and Hannah whispered to each other, clearly talking about Kate, their eyes frequently studying how Carlos had his arm around her. The more they gawked, the more they were resentful. That evening, their hopes were crushed altogether, thanks to Kate. “They’ve known each other since they were kids,” Savannah supplemented. “So, you better give up.” More whispers erupted around their table, and even Maria joined in their chat, curious about Kate. Only Savannah and Linda White focused their attention on the next speaker of the event. “I wasn’t born a winner just to give up,” Alina claimed. “Besides, I am a Grand Slam champion. How is that woman better than me? She is not on the same level as I am. She can't be."
“Live at KNW Lifestyle Media; it’s Afternoon With Mindy!” Applause could be heard at the media company’s studio five as Mindy, the host, walked to the center and greeted, “Good afternoon, London!” “It’s time for your new favorite afternoon show once more! With your host, Mindy Fraser!” The beautiful lady in her late thirties beamed. Her eyes glistened as she reported, “Today, we have a very special guest -” “Ahhh!” “Devil! Devil!” “I love you, Carlos Ronaldo!” “How do you know it’s The Devil?” Mindy asked, her face showing a hint of confusion. “Did someone leak my show’s agenda today?” Laughter echoed throughout the studio as Mindy formed varied expressions on her face. Then, she chuckled and said, “Kidding! Of course, there is a leak! Otherwise, we would not be topping the ratings right now!” Hoots and praises roared the studio before Mindy resumed, “For the first time ever. The Devil will give an exclusive interview. Today, we will learn about his motivations, his struggles
4 AM, London. The sound of Carlos’ alarm forced him awake. He groaned as he turned to the other side of his bed, only to find it empty. Did they wind up making love last night? Yes. The Devil succumbed to the temptation of his Kate. He meant to punish her, to teach her a lesson that would make her consider her decisions moving forward, but Kate won in the end. He got out of bed and used a bathroom robe to cover himself. He found Kate at the suite’s dining table, her face frowning while looking at the laptop. Like him, she was also in her bathroom robe. “Why are you up?” Carlos asked. Kate looked up at him, startled. She asked, “You don’t have practice. Why are you awake?” “My alarm went off at the usual time. And you?” Carlos sought. With a heavy sigh, Kate answered, “There is a problem at the company. Catrina was food poisoned, and she is in the ICU right now -” “What? How did that happen?” Carlos sought in frustration. “Arman doesn’t know the full details yet,” Kate si
“Wow, these are great designs, Kate,” Alexander remarked, looking at the sketches. “I’ve always liked fashion,” Kate replied. “I’ve made many designs. I thought about starting my company, but now that Carlos and I are in this together, I have no reason to keep these to myself.” “You designed sports apparel for men, too?” Alexander asked, while lifting his brow. Carlos smirked, observing how some sketches fitted his style. He knew he was the inspiration for her drawings. On the other hand, Kate flushed, answering Alexander, “Yes, I did. Some of them were designs I made years back. I drew them while watching Carlos play.” “Which makes me wonder, why did you never start your own clothing company?” Alexander sought. Reluctantly, Kate replied, “I was distracted.” “More like she was often watching the sports channel, instead focusing on herself,” said Kyle, who was also present during the meeting. Hearing Kyle’s words, Carlos gave an apologetic look at Kate. He gripped her hand, s
“Aaahh,” Kate heaved, feeling her heart racing, her passions clouding her senses. She shut her eyes while her hand cupped her bosom. She parted her legs wider, giving Carlos more room down there. Kate was lying in bed, and Carlos was eating her peach. Both were naked, ready for a sleepless night. Carlos was sucking her core while often flickering his tongue against her clit. She felt his tongue's warmth, hot breath, and beard tickling her entrance. Satisfying electricity ran through her body. It was just earlier when Carlos practically licked every inch of her skin. Carlos focused on pleasuring his Kate. A few times, he would stroke his length to check his hardness. The moment Kate would cum, he meant to enter and feel the wetness inside of her. With her legs shaking, Kate orgasmed. Her eyes were still closed, relishing the satisfaction when she felt the tip of a man’s length on her entrance. She opened her eyes and was pleased to see Carlos ready to enter her. The feeling of