There was a minute of awkward silence followed by a loud shriek coming from Bridgette which startled the stewardess and the pilot. Bridgette’s face was buried in her hands as the stewardess approached them. She looked confused and worried. She glanced at Terrence first where she found it odd to see that his face was as red as a tomato while staring at the screaming lady in front of her. “Ma’am. Are you okay? What happened? Mr. Evans, what happened here? Are both of you okay?” Terrence cleared his throat first. “I’ll just go to the loo,” he said and quickly rushed into the restroom. When Bridgette felt that Terrence was not in the cabin anymore, she put her hands down and faced the stewardess. “Hi. I’m okay. I’m so sorry for that. I just saw a snake,” Bridgette tried to formulate a lie but the image of Terrence’s bulge appeared in her head again calling it a snake. “Snake??” The stewardess appeared more confused than ever. Bridgette glanced at the stewardess nameplate and decided t
Troy hired someone to clean Bridgette’s house today. It was such a mess when Bridgette left for the convention in Japan because she had no time to tidy up. He woke up early today as well to prepare everything at the shop for his fiance's return. Bridgette texted him an hour ago about being disqualified from the selection so he wanted to lighten her mood today by making sure that everything is in place for her arrival. He turned on the television and switched it to an international news channel and made it play in the background. He rolled his sleeves and began mopping the floor while the old lady cleaned the kitchen. He caught her looking at him. In a friendly tone, he asked her. “Why are you staring at me like that madam?” She was caught off-guard and almost hit the glassware behind her when she panicked and jolted. “N-Nothing sire. I just admire you for taking care of your lady. She’s so lucky to have you,” she said. Her eyes were twinkling with so much admiration for Troy. Tro
Sweat dripped from the woman; hot beads, the product of her efforts, fell on his torso. He could smell the sweet scent of her. A delicious fragrance that meshed well with her perfume. It was part of what Terrence liked about her. It made his dick hard and his mouth water. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in time with the motion. He could hear her flesh slapping into his. In a fog of passion he grabbed her roughly, flipping their position so she was underneath. With lustful eyes he lapped up the sight of her flesh as it glistened, an erotic vision under the red glow of the tinted lamp.“Ah!” was all the woman could muster as Terrence crushed her body against the mattress. They could both hear the sweet sound of their moans engulfing the room, volume increasing with every thrust he made.“Fuck!” he groaned in frustration. His thick member seems too large no matter how hard he rammed her slit it wouldn’t all quite fit. Terrence shifted his weight on his arms so he could fully pound her e
After he stayed at the headquarters for almost five hours, Terrence returned inside the mansion to rest. All these mafia boss’ obligations drained him down. He could not believe it till now that a nerd who was once humiliated and despised would become the head of the largest organization in the country. He plopped his tired body on the bed. The memories of how it all began surged back into his head. He closed his eyes as he let the memory engulf him.It was a peaceful Saturday morning. The sun shone brightly and the warm breeze of midsummer air was like enticing people to go out and enjoy it, but young Terrence and Troy were busy reading and arguing about the history of their clan inside Terrence’s bedroom.They both flopped down onto the bed, and each gripped one side of the black folder. With a loud voice, Terrence read the next page. “The Evans House was built in the 1940s by Robert Evans, when he and his family returned to London from Germany to expand their chemical and steel man
Hackney, East London Inside a modern-looking mansion, a woman was busy decluttering stuff inside a closet when she saw an old box sitting neatly under the clothes. Her eyebrows furrowed trying to remember what's inside it. She picked it up gently and placed it on the bed. Slowly she opened the cover of the box revealing several things. A pink bracelet with the letter T on it, a smiley emoji pin, several scented letters, an empty candy wrapper and pictures. A wave of memories suddenly flooded her thoughts, a painful memory she tried so hard to forget fifteen years ago. It was a dewy morning. The mist from the outside blurred the window glass. The bird chirped and the golden rays of sun shone “Hey, I’ve packed some stuff for our outreach program this weekend. I hope you already contacted our volunteers,” Bridgette cheerfully said to her best friend Trina on the phone. She placed the phone between her ears and left shoulder so she could pack the school supplies and food they’re sup
A year after Terrence learned about his father's terminal illness, his father requested for his presence in his room. It looked more like a hospital room now because of medical equipment and supplies and a personal nurse inside. Terrence asked the nurse to leave them for a while so they could talk. Terrence pulled a chair and sat beside his father's bed. "Why did you call me, dad?" Terrence asked while glancing at his father's tired face. "Son, I-I may have nothing left to teach you. You're Uncle Andrew didn't fail me. Now I can die peacefully because I know you'll be able to protect our legacy." As he said these words, he sounded almost like he was whispering. With each passing day, he grew weaker and weaker. Today, he is barely able to move and spends the majority of his time lying in bed or in a wheelchair. When Terrence heard his father say that, his eyes started to well up with tears. It dawned on him how weak and frail he had become. He's lost a lot of weight. He's so unfam
It has been fifteen years since the death of Bridgette’s best friend, Trina. The cold breeze of the wind, a beautiful canvas of sky blues and milky whites graces the midday sky. The blue of the depths and the smooth, rounded, sugary sweet clouds in the foreground are a beautiful contrast. Bridgette’s wavy auburn hair swayed with the wind. She’s standing in front of her grave now with a bouquet of fresh pink carnations, her favorite flower. The time on her wrist watch says two in the afternoon. She blocked all her schedules today so she could visit her friend. After seeing those memorabilias inside the box, she finally took the courage to go to her grave. She knew where it was because fifteen years ago she stood up from afar during her funeral. “Hi Trina. How are you?” Bridgette said while smiling and placing the flowers beside the black marble tombstone. Bridgette knew her family had already gone there as well when she noticed three other bouquets of fresh flowers. She’s feeling anx
“Waiter, the usual,” Terrence informed the bartender. He was hoping to meet a woman at his bar today by having a few drinks. Terrence owned the most expensive bar and restaurant in the city which is The Red Town. He owned other pubs but this one is his favorite hangout place when he’s stressed out because this is where he can use his “red envelope.”This bar and restaurant is the one and only exclusive restaurant in Westminster. There’s a screening during the reservation and before the guest enters the facility. He does this to avoid assassins and other hired people to harm him.The bar counter is illuminated with red LED lights for an eye-catching modern look. Both the VIP and general public areas are available. The bar's "hell" ambiance was further enhanced by moving flame projections on the walls and ceiling. There’s a dance floor in the middle with a dancing pole and strobe lights.The red envelope contained a short contract. It is an agreement between him and the woman that after
Troy hired someone to clean Bridgette’s house today. It was such a mess when Bridgette left for the convention in Japan because she had no time to tidy up. He woke up early today as well to prepare everything at the shop for his fiance's return. Bridgette texted him an hour ago about being disqualified from the selection so he wanted to lighten her mood today by making sure that everything is in place for her arrival. He turned on the television and switched it to an international news channel and made it play in the background. He rolled his sleeves and began mopping the floor while the old lady cleaned the kitchen. He caught her looking at him. In a friendly tone, he asked her. “Why are you staring at me like that madam?” She was caught off-guard and almost hit the glassware behind her when she panicked and jolted. “N-Nothing sire. I just admire you for taking care of your lady. She’s so lucky to have you,” she said. Her eyes were twinkling with so much admiration for Troy. Tro
There was a minute of awkward silence followed by a loud shriek coming from Bridgette which startled the stewardess and the pilot. Bridgette’s face was buried in her hands as the stewardess approached them. She looked confused and worried. She glanced at Terrence first where she found it odd to see that his face was as red as a tomato while staring at the screaming lady in front of her. “Ma’am. Are you okay? What happened? Mr. Evans, what happened here? Are both of you okay?” Terrence cleared his throat first. “I’ll just go to the loo,” he said and quickly rushed into the restroom. When Bridgette felt that Terrence was not in the cabin anymore, she put her hands down and faced the stewardess. “Hi. I’m okay. I’m so sorry for that. I just saw a snake,” Bridgette tried to formulate a lie but the image of Terrence’s bulge appeared in her head again calling it a snake. “Snake??” The stewardess appeared more confused than ever. Bridgette glanced at the stewardess nameplate and decided t
Following that announcement, Bridgette’s phone began to ring non-stop. Various companies, even famous ones, began calling her asking for her to collaborate with them.“Miss Melinda! They began calling us too!” One of her staff told her while waiting for their scheduled flight back to London in the boarding area.“Miss Melinda, what’s happening? Are we really gonna’ work with all of them?” Another staff member asked. They were all overwhelmed with what Terrence did and those unending calls from strangers.“Turn off all your phones. We will not work with any of them,” Bridgette firmly advised.‘That condescending man! I will never forgive what he did! He humiliated me and my company on national television! He’s a disgusting rich folk! I hope he loses all his money and begs on the streets!’ Bridgette had been cursing Terrence in her mind over and over. In the middle of her internal battle, an intercom announcement blared all over the airport.“Announcement. This passenger of Flight 214
‘It was him, again!’ Bridgette tried so hard to avoid his gaze and hide her fear at the moment. She gathered all her courage and stood up for herself. He may look intimidating, but she won’t let him affect her goals and sole reason for being at that convention.She turned her head sideways quickly and drew a deep breath. "Good morning, sir. Thank you for the offer, but I wanted to win fair and square." She faked a smile. "Let’s just wait until all our respectable judges here cast their votes and ratings for our collection. "Thank you." She politely bowed in front of him afterward.The judges were too stunned to speak. Terrence secretly gave one of them a glare. He instantly knew what Terrence meant."Oh, uh. Ms.Sui, I think we're done rating your collection." He nervously flipped through the clipboard. Other judges panicked and joined him but was interrupted when Bridgette screamed. After Hinari interpreted what he said, Bridgette reacted."Stop! Why are you intimidated by this person
Time stopped. Everything stood still. Terrence couldn’t believe that the woman standing in front of him was the woman he had been looking for for so long. He doesn’t want to blink for she might disappear from his sight again.He suddenly grabbed her hands and pulled her closer to him and wrapped her in his arms.“It’s you! It’s really you! I’m not dreaming!” Terrence could only hear his own voice and heartbeat at the moment. The only thing he sees right now is her.“Where have you been?! Why did you have to leave?!” He was fighting back the tears trying to escape from his eyes. He cupped her face with his hands so he could see her face up-close.‘It’s her! It’s really her! This isn’t a dream anymore!’ Terrence tried to convince himself.“Let go of me! Lunatic!” She tried to release herself from his tight hug but he’s too strong so she just screamed so loud that almost everyone in the convention panicked and ran towards their location.Terrence felt a strong tug behind him. It was some
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Welcome to Japan! Nihon e youkoso! We will be landing in five minutes. Please stay in your seats. Thank you.”Bridgette removed her purple sleep mask after hearing the announcement. Half of the almost twelve-hour flight she was asleep. She wasn’t able to get a lot of sleep the past few days because she needed to prepare for the convention. On top of that, they were also busy with their wedding preparations that’s about to happen three months from now.Her attention was drawn to the brilliant oval-cut sapphire ring on her finger, which resembled Kate Middleton's engagement ring. She immediately blushed and smiled as she recalled Troy’s simple wedding proposal to her.Troy invited him to go to the beach one fine day. He told him he wanted to unwind because they’ve always been busy managing their business together. Since they opened Sweet Memoire, Bridgette spent her entire week in the shop.Bridgette thought it was just an ordinary v
It’s eight in the evening. Stars adorned the velvet black sky draped over the entire city. The light breeze of the night played with Terrence’s hair. Terrence leaned against the trunk of his car. The chirping of cicadas served as the background music for his broken soul.With a bottle of cold beer in his hand, he drank a swig of it. The beer's velvety texture slid down his throat. His palette was overpowered by its harsh and highly carbonated flavor.Suddenly, he remembered the task he assigned to Cody a few days ago. They became so busy planning for the Second and Third Family’s downfall that he forgot to ask him about the development of their investigation regarding the strange woman’s disappearance.He took his phone out of his coat and pressed speed dial five. A few rings and Cody picked up the phone.“Cody the cool IT speaking. Zupp Boss T?” he responded, sounding like an L.A. boy.‘This guy had been watching too many American movies again picking up these slang words.’ Terrence
Somewhere in London…A man said “It’s not yet time for me to intervene. Shut it! None of this would happen if your troops aren’t stupid dipsticks!” He dropped the call and massaged his temples.‘Things are getting out of hand. I have to think of a plan.’ This thought ran through his head as he drew a deep breath out of frustration.It was a very ordinary Saturday morning in Hounslow. Bridgette was busy with house chores while singing and dancing. Earphones plugged in, and at full volume, she listened to music on her phone. She’s only in her pink oversized T-shirt and skimpy shorts. To save time, she opted to wear her hair in an unkempt bun. Late last night, she stayed up late, and thus she got up late as well.“I’m a simple girl, in my own little world, and I love my life, lo and behold! He came and said hello and my whole world changed”. She was swaying her hips and using the handle of the mop as her microphone. She was so engrossed with what she was doing that she didn’t notice Tro
Upon reaching the mansion of the Second Family in Kensington, west of London, Terrence called his cousin Brandon Evans before doing the attack. He may be angry with his uncle and his wife but he never wanted his innocent cousins to be implicated in his plan.“Hi, Brad. Who is inside the Second Family mansion now?”Brandon responded. Terrence could hear the sound of ocean waves in the background. “Oh, hi couz! Hadley is out and I’m in Hawaii. I think it's just mum and dad and the rest of the household. Why?”Terrence smirked. “Brilliant! Nothing. Enjoy the booze. Bye.”As he dropped the phone, he gave a hand signal to his team. As he raised his hand, some of his team infiltrated the mansion to kill the family’s guards discreetly.He hid his gun with a silencer on his jacket and wore his aviator glasses. He entered the mansion casually. The guards let him in because he’s a known relative of the Second Family.“Where’s uncle?” he asked.“Upstairs Sir Terrence,” one of the servants answer