Thank you for waiting, ladies. I'm late today. Slept it out in the morning. The next chapter will be in the evening.
“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
“I swear, Kate, Mister Ronaldo, I did not do it! I was shocked when my assistant came to me with the designs!” Catrina was crying, after hearing that the designs in her hands were the ones that were stolen. “I did not even expect her to hand me the designs? What for?” “Look at me? How many tubes are attached to me?” Catrina pointed out. “Do I really have the time to plot against the company? Six days ago, I was in a coma!" Carlos and Kate looked at each other. Then, Kate answered, “Tell me, Catrina.” Referring to Catrina’s assistant, Kate asked, “When did Venice come to give you the designs?” “Just two days ago,” Catrina replied. “It’s still in the drawer, right there, because I can’t do anything about it! I did not even order her to bring it to me. Why would I need it here?” Immediately, Catrina sobbed. She covered her face with her palms and questioned, “Why is this happening to me? First, I was food poisoned, and then this?” “Can I ask you something, Catrina? How did you get po
Two days passed. At the Longhills and Hogans Associates law firm, Monet finally confronted Carlos, Kate, and Alexander. “Look, the truth is.” Monet sniffed her tears away. “My family is going bankrupt. SWEAT IT was supposed to be our last hope.” “But with the arrival of CSK Apparel, we were threatened… I mean, how can we compete with RonaldoPlus? Carlos is so famous!” She continued to cry while saying, “Then, someone -" She stopped, reflecting on her words before changing her train of thought. "No. I can’t say more. I admit to everything, just don’t make me pay -” “But you have to pay, Monet? How can you not? We have already produced all the first line of our clothing apparel. We had a major loss because of what you did!” Carlos pointed out. It was because SWEAT IT’s designer admitted how it was all Monet’s idea and that he was forced to connive with her. Monet had threatened to fire the designer from the company. The designer was scared of his reputation and confessed outright,
The National Tennis Center Complex, New York. US Open, First Round of The Tournaments. Carlos and Alexander went through the first round with ease. They chatted about their matches in the locker rooms while changing their clothes. “You ended the entire match in ten minutes? Why didn’t you give the guy a chance?” Carlos asked his friend. “Are you kidding me? For the first time, I’m doing good for myself, and I’m on fire,” Alexander retorted. He sighed and admitted, “Besides, I’m planning to see Kendra today at the local prison. You know, ask her if she ever drugged me.” “I doubt she would admit it, though,” Carlos suggested. “Perhaps, but I’ll try to trick her into talking. Hopefully, that will work,” Alexander revealed. “Then, I need to deal with the broker who had my penthouse leased.” Carlos nodded. Alexander has decided to move to Braeton. Alexander had asked Kate to put him on the waitlist for the Penthouses at the First Diamond Hotel. The second it would become availab
“I can’t believe it. How is it they matched you with Ivan Conners?” Alexander asked, shaking his head at the dining table. “It’s still the quarter-finals. Ivan is most likely to be your competitor in the finals!” Carlos shook his head. He answered, “I swear, I don’t know what the tennis association is thinking.” He paused, frowning at the idea of going against the world’s fifth-best tennis player. Since Erik took a break, Carlos’ potential final opponent would have been Ivan. “Something is not right.” "Better ask around." Nearly a week had passed into the US Open, and both Alexander and Carlos went through the qualifying rounds. Tomorrow would be the quarterfinals. “I definitely will,” Carlos confirmed. “Though, I would not mind going against you into the finals,” Alexander suggested, and both he and Carlos laughed it out. “With what the tennis association did, that will probably happen. You are going to beat Lambert, and I am going to beat Ivan!” Carlos claimed his win. “Then,