Thank you for reading. The next chapter is in the evening. Alex is going to work hard.
“The best milker goes to my nephew, Finn!” Savannah’s grandfather announced, and everyone applauded. “The second who filled out two full buckets is Ben! Then the third, with one and a half buckets, is… surprisingly, Mister city boy. Savannah’s boyfriend!” More praises came about. While Alexander did not come up with the most milk, Savannah was glad. It was his first time, after all. “Excellent job, Alex! Not bad at all!” Scott clapped his hands. Standing next to Savannah and Alexander, he said, “On my first time, I only came up with half a bucket.” Alexander laughed, and he smiled brightly, his eyes sparkling as he responded, “Thank you, Mister Knight. I studied hard." “I bet you did,” Scott remarked. He directed his gaze at his daughter, giving her a thumbs up. He mouthed, 'I like him!' All the more, Savannah flushed. She mouthed back, 'Me too!' The milk had already been pasteurized and put in gallons of containers. All families at the party received their fair share of the milk
‘What in the world did I just agree on?’ Savannah asked in silence. Her face was burning, and her chest was heaving dramatically. She held on to Alexander tightly as she buried her face to the side of his neck. Earlier, when Alexander asked if she wanted him to sleep on the couch, she wound up suggesting how she could use a cuddle that night and maybe for the rest of the nights while he was in Dublin. He was carrying her in princess style, walking hastily toward her bedroom. Carefully, he lay her on the sheets, and their eyes met. Alexander gulped before he lowered his frame and captured Savannah’s lips. The plan was to cuddle. How was it that they wound up making out? Savannah felt tingles in her abdomen. Her legs could not help but clamp. Whatever sensation that was happening down there was utterly electrifying. Meanwhile, Alexander hovered over her, his legs slowly gliding next to hers. Apart from their noses, their lips touched, parting and nibbling, their breaths warming
Alexander could not believe his ears. He froze in his stance as Savannah disappeared into the bedroom, littering her clothes on the floor. He gulped as he followed after her. On the bedroom floor, he saw her tennis shorts. Suddenly, his throat dried out. Before the entrance to the bathroom, he saw her underwear. He sucked in a breath, and repeatedly swallowed air down his throat, his forehead sweating for no reason. When he entered the bathroom, Savannah was already inside the glass divider, a silhouette of her naked frame was in his view. The sound of the water splashing against the tiled floor followed next, but it was nothing compared to the drumming of his heart. He was undoubtedly anxious. Over the past few days of spending time with Savannah, he realized how much he seriously liked her. Being with her was another level of contentment and kissing her was his greatest high. How much more if they were to make love? Alexander felt the tension beneath his underwear. He let out
[An Irish Holiday with Savy] The pictures which Alexander posted on his social media made headlines, from the photos of him with Savannah, milking cows to walking down green pastures and touring historical castles. There were sweet moments of them hugging and looking at each other with adoration. The photos included cuddling in the living room from Savannah’s local town to their stay in Dublin, going out into pubs and shopping malls. Almost immediately, Alexander's post became a sensation. Everyone suspected their relationship. Those who were aware of their past, especially the tennis players, gave their best wishes, leaving comments on Alexander’s social media pages. [Congratulations, the two of you!] [Wow, I did not see this coming, but I’m happy for Alex and Savy.] Linda White made a silly face and remarked: [I guess I don’t have a chance. Haha!] It was from the bedroom of Carlos’ home that Kate saw Alexander’s photos. Having just recently gotten back from their honeymoon,
Savannah was panting. Her face was sweaty, and she was a little upset, glaring at her boyfriend. She and Alexander were training at Carlos’ mansion with The Devil giving pointers on the side of the court. “This is not fair. I am playing tennis with a man who obviously is stronger than me, much faster, and has better stamina! My boyfriend is not letting me score!” She protested. Carlos chuckled and remarked, “It will help your strength. When you return to playing with the girls, you'll surprise them with your stronger swings." “Savy, babe. I’m sorry, I am giving you a hard time,” Alexander apologized. “Let’s go home and make up.” While Savannah sneered, Alexander winked at her. Carlos, on the other hand, shook his head, saying, “I better head to the company. Good game, both of you.” He glanced at Alexander, asking, “Tomorrow, shall we try having a match?” “You serious, Carlos?” Alexander asked. Carlos nodded and revealed, “Yes, I want to test my limit.” After Carlos left, Sa
On the bed, Carlos sat behind Kate. He pulled her in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. He reminded, “I’m sorry about the miscarriage, but, just to remind you, we just got married. We still have many years ahead of us to have a family.” “There is nothing more important for me than having a family, but at the same time, I don't want you to feel bad or feel obliged to get pregnant right away.” Kate turned to Carlos and hugged him tightly. She sighed and replied, “But I wanted it, and ... It’s heartbreaking.” Pecking on Kate’s neck, he acknowledged, “I know. I wanted this too. I want my mini Kate, and I want a little Devil.” “We won’t stop, and we won’t give up,” Carlos suggested. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. “Let’s see the doctor tomorrow. In fact, it’s probably best that I have myself checked too… We are in this together.” Kate nodded. She forced a smile and echoed, “We are in this together.” *** The next day, the couple visit
“Are you okay, Alex?” Carlos asked, seeing how his friend was puffing his cheeks repeatedly. “Yeah. Um.” Alexander gulped. The swell beneath his pants wasn’t getting any release. It did not help that under the table, Savannah was practically squeezing his manhood with her palm, feeling his size. ‘Whatever happened to my innocent Savy?’ Alexander asked in silence. Returning his regard to Carlos and his family, Alexander declared, “I think I’m feeling a little unwell." He turned to Savannah and said, “Must be from that drink we ate across the street.” “Oh, yeah. That was it. Definitely,” Savannah acknowledged. “Yeah, I think we better get home,” Alexander quickly said, excusing himself from the Wrights. “It’s all been a pleasure hanging out with your family, Carlos.” After giving his respects to the head of the Wrights, he rushed Savannah outside the mansion and into the driveway where his car was parked. He pushed Savannah against the body of the vehicle and hissed. “You’ve be
“Thanks for coming, man,” Alexander said, giving Carlos a manly embrace. He turned to Kate and greeted, “Kate, thank you for arranging this dinner.” “Of course,” Kate answered. “I heard about your father from Carlos. Maybe he wants to make up for lost times?” Alexander forced a smile. He turned to Savannah before addressing Kate’s suggestion. “I don’t know. I’ve known him long enough to know that he does not care. If it does happen, it's going to be a miracle." “Maybe, he realized your potential after winning the US Open,” Carlos suggested, and Savannah nodded in agreement. Still, Alexander was doubtful. He said, “I guess we will see.” Evan Jenkins never told Alexander his reason for visiting. He simply insisted that he meet him for a special dinner. Kate had booked a private conference for their dinner at the First Diamond Hotel. She ordered the best dishes for that night, knowing that Alexander was somewhat anxious about meeting Evan Jenkins. It took only a few minutes befo
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