Maxwell knew he needed a way to correct his error. His walls had been broken almost completely. He needed to build it back if he would avoid the risk of being a rebellious brother. Celine might be all he wanted in a woman, but he still needed to set the boundaries.
"I mean…your own juice," he stuttered. "You spilled some of mine."Celine eyed him and giggled. "Of course, I know that. Or were you thinking of a different kind of juice?"Maxwell pushed the thought away as fast he could. Celine had been referring to the juice that would come from the door in between her legs. He knew it. But the pretty damsel was teasing him beyond imagining."What other juice would they be?" He threw back the stone thrown at him.Celine refilled his glass and returned to her chair. They continued eating. This time, no one was speaking. Maxwell prayed the silence would continue till they were done. But no. Celine had not asked the questions she needed anRichard circled the driveway and sped his Mercedes into an underground packing lounge. He stopped the car engine and checked his wristwatch, It was already twenty-five minutes past eight in the night. Brittany would have been waiting for twenty-five minutes if not more than that. He was reluctant to step out of the car. His eyes could not stop staring at the picture of Celine. He knew what he was doing was wrong. But he had no other choice but to keep trudging down the alley of extramarital affairs. It was a struggle to kindle any sort of spark between him and Celine. He looked at himself in the front mirror and gnashed his teeth. It was going to be over soon. He simply needed to get this contract through Brittany. Well, that was always an excuse to cheat. A knock landed on the car's screen. He looked. A man dressed in black suit stood gallantly there. He didn't know the face. He gently opened the door. "Who are you?" He asked. "Good evening,
Richard and Brittany fiddled with each other's body as they nudged the door to Brittany's hotel room open. He swung the door back in place without looking. He was getting consumed by the pleasure that was building up. "Do you have my contract with you?" He asked as he pulled away. Brittany flashed a broad grin at him and turned. She took seductive steps to the bed and pulled her dress up. In a jiffy, it was away from her. Then, she climbed the bed and curled herself like a snake. "Are you looking for this?" She raised a file from the bed. Richard's face dissolved in a knowing smile. That was what he had been going after for a very long time. "But before that, you have to take me to cloud 9. Come on, sugar. Don't keep me waiting." She pulled herself up the bed and spread both legs widely. Richard stood at a place and studied her. Her right middle finger trailed all the way from her mouth down to her vagina. She was already j
Maxwell yawned loudly into the air and lay on his back. His laptop was staring at him. Being a software engineer, there had to be no fixed time for him to do what he had to do. But then, he didn't stay up almost the entire night because of work. He was dying of hunger and desperately needed something to eat. Yesterday, after he had finished having the light meal with Celine, he needed a way to escape from her, and the perfect excuse was work. He had told her he needed to sleep very early so he would be able to work through the night. Well, the excuse worked perfectly. The only problem was his stomach. He tapped the screen of his phone. The time was still early. "Four o'clock?" He croaked out in frustration. "Damn it!" He didn't get to eat any other meal in a bid to avoid Celine. And now, his belly was ringing the alarms for food. He made up his mind. He would simply go and grab something to eat in the kitchen. After all, it was still early and Celine would obviously still be asleep
Thirty minutes later, he was pacing in his room. Anxiety and anger were boldly written on his forehead. He was sure he heard the voice of someone, a man! Who was that? The voice addressed the woman he loved as a baby. Damn it! His world was spinning. To even think that Brittany made him fly all the way to the city of Las Vegas only to tell him she was traveling in less than twenty-four hours since his arrival was enough reason for him to go crazy. "Brittany," he said in a low tone, "are you cheating on me?" He paused his anxiety-driven movement and sank into the bed. "No, no, no. That can't be possible. I definitely didn't hear the correct thing." He was about to hit the dial icon on her contact again when she started calling. Almost at the same time the call came in, his hand received it and placed the phone on his ear. "Brittany!" He said angrily and shot up to his feet. "What in the name of everything you hold dear is this?"Brittany replied with a slight chuckle. "Calm down, l
"Maxwell, are you there? Sweetheart. Babe," Brittany's voice could be heard through the phone. But her man had been stolen by the sight before him. Maxwell was transfixed. The muscles of his throat couldn't stop pushing down saliva through his esophagus. Celine was innocently tempting him this morning. How could she have known that her nipple was pointing at him? "I..think…she is still on the line," she said innocently, still wondering what he could have been looking at. "Oh! Yeah!" Maxwell said reflexively and pushed the phone back to his ear. "Hello, babe," he said with a forced giggle. He was still struggling to gather his composure as a man. "Please, we will talk later." Without giving Brittany the chance to question his sudden disorientation, he pushed the red icon and brought the call to an abrupt end. "Sorry… your..uhm," he stuttered and coughed. Celine was confused. Why was he acting weird? "What?" "I mean you…over there," he stammered. Celine followed his gaze to se
"Are…you alright?" Maxwell muttered tenderly. His hands were still wrapped around her toes. "Yes, I am," Celine replied with a hint of a smile. Then, she slowly pulled her leg away from him. "Oh. I will just—" Before he could finish his next line of words, the door flung open. Richard was back home. On seeing his brother, Maxwell shot up to his feet and kept his gait straight. "What…is going on..here?" Richard asked as he walked in. He sensed the tension that was in the atmosphere. "Why were you on the ground?" Maxwell was slightly disoriented. He didn't want it to seem like he was going overboard by showing care to another man's wife. "Sweetheart, you are back," Celine cut in immediately. Richard's face dissolved into a broad grin. He dropped his briefcase and said, "Baby, come here."On hearing that Maxwell's thoughts piqued. Those were the exact words spoken by the man to Brittany earlier on. His heart began to pound. Could it have been his own blood brother that was in bed
While Maxwell was still trying to take a hold of his thoughts over the suspicion that was running riot in his head, Celine was losing her cool. Her face turned from a bright smile to a contorted one. It was too much for her to bear. "What ..did you just say?" She asked. "You are going on a business trip." Richard heaved a heavy breath and dropped his fork. "Baby, why are you talking as if it's something bad. It's for our own good. You should be happy for me.":Celine shot up to her feet and drew a long sigh. "You are an asshole, Richard! Thank you for ruining the morning." In anger, she bolted out of the dining room. Maxwell still said nothing. The whole thing was just going round his brain in search of a possible explanation to all the scenarios. His eyes were fixed on his brother. The very same words he had heard through the phone were in full play. "Mmm… she must be angry with me," Richard muttered foolishly. Maxwell clasped his hands over the table. "Uhm.. Richard, could you…
Maxwell was still sitting in his chair with both hands supporting his jaw. His head had a lot going through it. He still wondered the possibility of his brother being the one behind the curtains. There was just one way for him to confirm. He grabbed his phone and dialed the contact of Brittany. One ring…two rings…three rings.."Hello, baby boy," Brittany's tender voice said to him. "Brittany, I need to see you," he said coldly. "Brittany? That's quite odd coming from you. You never really address me by my name. Is there a problem? You're mad at me or something." Maxwell balanced his breath before speaking again. "Let's meet at the pleasure park in the next one hour." "But I have to—" "No comments!" He shunned her off. There was no room to play around. He hung up and walked to his room. After a couple of minutes, he was dressed to go out. He stormed out of his room and started walking towards the exit of t
Meanwhile, Vicky, on the other hand, was feeling frustrated. Not because she had not gotten what she wanted—of course she always wanted Mike, and now she had him. What else could she possibly want except one thing? To give him a child. Yes, she always said that she would be able to easily give Mike a child. But now that she's in the same situation as Jennifer, it seems as though she could not even do what Jennifer could do. Despite always getting intimate with Mike, she was unable to bring a child for him at all. Instead, it was after a long time that she got pregnant. She was surprised because during those weeks, two weeks or more, she was not in any intimate session with Mike, but she got pregnant. That was when she realized the pregnancy was definitely not for Mike and was for her boyfriend, Ronald. She went to see the doctor to confirm, and he told her the pregnancy was just a few days old, which clearly meant it belonged to Ronald. She felt so frustrated and thought she sho
“Why are you shouting at me? Don’t you remember what happened?” she shouted back, but Mike couldn’t recall anything, his mind blank from the alcohol. “You planned this, didn’t you?” he accused, hoping it was all a dream. “How could I plan this? Did I take you to the bar to get drunk?” she replied, feigning anger while secretly enjoying the situation. Mike realized that while being drunk was his fault, he couldn’t entirely blame Vicky. He stood silently, looking at her before speaking. “You won’t tell anyone about this. Jennifer must not find out. I made a mistake, and it won't happen again. Do you understand?” he said. Vicky, knowing that once Mike had been intimate with her, he would want more, just nodded. “Why would I tell Jennifer? I want the best for your marriage. This was your mistake, and I warned you about it. But here you are, finally making that huge mistake,” she said, grabbing the bedsheet and leaving the room. Mike sat on the bed, frustrated and confused about
“I am not running away from you. Get that into your head. I’m just going out, okay? You can stay and do whatever you want. I don’t plan on getting involved with you again. I made a huge mistake getting involved with you, and I won’t go back on it. Instead, I’ll avoid it as much as possible,” Mike said to Vicky. Deep down, he wanted to give in to his lust and pursue her, but he knew that would lead to complications. He believed that if he indulged, Vicky would begin to threaten him. What Mike thought wasn’t how Vicky felt. She was madly in love with him and believed he was all she needed. Vicky knew that if she pressured him, she would lose him again. Watching Mike step out of his room earlier, she noticed his conflicted feelings. She recognized it as lust and planned to use it to her advantage. She nodded slowly, allowing Mike to pass. As he walked away, she bit her lip, determined to win him over. She couldn’t believe someone like Jennifer had him and didn’t appreciate him enough t
When Vicky looked at him, he walked away almost immediately. But Jennifer, who seemed so happy to see Vicky back, helped Vicky with her luggage. She opened the door back to Vicky's room, only for Vicky to see that everything was still intact and Jennifer had not changed anything. She looked at Jennifer with a teary face as Jennifer hugged her once again. “Of course you don't think that I would let my husband chase you away like that. I knew that you would come back. I just needed to persuade him. But for me to do that, you had to leave first. That is why I did not change anything in the room. I left it exactly the way it was because I wanted you. I wanted you back. And I don't want to stay with Mom because that's a lot of torture. I know the kind of person she can be sometimes, and for someone like you who is so open-minded, you two would just end up fighting each other all day long,” Jennifer said to Vicky. As Vicky was arranging all her things, she thought of a good plan. She
Even though Vicky had left just as Mike wanted, he couldn't help but see that Jennifer was not happy about it. She was most definitely not happy that her sister had left, and now Mike was happy. But she was missing Vicky, and most especially since Jennifer did not have the heart to be cruel to anyone, she felt that she was being too wicked to her sister. She worried that her sister might continue to misjudge her for as long as possible, and that alone caused a lot of thinking for Jennifer. It had been two nights since Vicky left when Jennifer finally spoke to Mike about how she felt. Mike was in the sitting room scrolling through his phone when she sat beside him. He turned to her and noticed her sad expression as he dropped his phone and moved closer to her, wrapping his arm around her. She choked back tears but did not smile. He looked at her and raised her chin so they would be staring into each other's eyes as he shook his head sideways. “You are not supposed to act this way. Wh
Meanwhile, Jennifer, who was unable to understand what was going on, refused to accept the fact that Mike would say such a thing about her sister. Even though Vicky was very rude and quite stubborn, she would never say her sister would want to ruin her marriage, no matter what. For that reason, she could never believe what Mike said. She shook her head sideways, stood up from the bed, and faced Mike as she placed her hand on his shoulder and lifted his chin with her right hand, looking deep into his eyes. “Trust me, Vicky would never want anything bad for me,” she said. “In short, Vicky cares about me, and she just wants the best for me. She always says it, and just so you know, she's the one putting in so much effort and so much of her time so that I can get pregnant for you and let our marriage flourish. So when you say that Vicky wants to do something like that, I am not going to believe it, no matter what you tell me. I could never believe something like that.” Jennifer contin
As Vicky watched Mike walk away, she couldn’t help but feel more determined. She could see it in the way he was a bit hesitant that he still wanted her and would want to be with her. “If he got the chance, I would definitely use this against him. I would come back another day. I would not just give up. Instead, this was like motivation for me to do better,” she said to herself and then left the apartment. Meanwhile, Mike was inside his room feeling frustrated about himself. He couldn’t even take a rest or even take a quick nap because he was so frustrated. He could not understand why he even had the thought of thinking or even cheating on Jennifer with Vicky. Vicky looked like somebody who didn’t even know what she wanted. Mike decided to take a quick rest. But a few minutes after he had tried all his best to sleep, Jennifer walked into the room looking all exhausted. As she rushed towards him with her hands wide open, Mike also stood up as they hugged
Vicky wasted no time in getting closer to Mike as her shoulders bumped with his. He looked at her from head to toe, and that was when Mike also realized that she was dressed very skimpily. Even the way she sat down felt like she was opening her body totally to him. Mike tried his best just to look away because he did not want to get involved with Vicky in any way.“Don’t try to act slutty. I didn’t expect you to be slutty in any way. Why are you trying to touch me this way? Jennifer was not here. You can go back to your room now,” Mike said to Vicky, who shook her head sideways.“You can’t tell me to leave. I know you want me. I know you need me here. It was obvious I could see it in you. So stop trying to push me away because at the end of the day, you need me even more,” Vicky said to Mike, even though she doubted that Mike might actually fall for it.Meanwhile, Mike contemplated that he really did need someone, and Jennifer seemed to be busy these few days, and he wanted a child in
Vicky arrived at her sister's house and knocked on the door only to be stunned to see that it was Mike who answered the door.He looked at her with an expressionless face and just walked in. She followed behind him and squealed in happiness as she felt so much joy at the fact that she would be alone with Mike. She quickly covered up her excitement with a frown on her face as she looked around like she was still searching for Jennifer.Mike sat on the chair and crossed his leg, and then his attention went back to Vicky who was still standing and trying to act all polite. "Where is Jennifer?" she had said with a quiet tone as Mike rolled his eyes at her."Are you really looking for Jennifer? Because she left and I'm more than sure she would have told you about it that she's going somewhere," Mike had said and went back to scrolling through his phone.Jennifer did not know how to come up with her plan but she knew that today was going to be her chance to get Mike to like her. "This was a