LOGINCara is a first time divorcee settling down to a life of quiet independence, but a strange attraction to her friend's yummy son is threatening to make her lose her senses. 19-year old Lance is your typical teenager – raging hormones and all. He's stupid enough to get attracted to a single mom twice his age. Call it love or lust, but Lance's mother, Carol, calls it forbidden. Carol declares her son out of bounds to cougars, but her friend can't keep her hands off him. Eventually, it falls to Lance to decide whose side he would take. Will he choose his mother? Or his lover?
View MoreI booked two business class airplane tickets to London, one for me and one for my friend Olivia, to attend our close friend Jack’s birthday party.
Jack was my childhood friend who was managing my business branch in London.
Jack arranged a birthday party in a five-star hotel, when we entered the hotel somebody called me from behind, “Here I am, Harry”.
Jack replied, “I’m fine, what’s about you, my friend. I’ve been waiting for you and Olivia since morning, Why are you guys so late?”
I looked towards Olivia and replied sarcastically, “Olivia wanted to arrange a surprise for you”. Further, I winked towards Jack saying, “And you know how much time our fashion Queen Olivia takes to get ready”.
Olivia jokingly hit at my arm and said, “Harry, you always blame me. This time you were also late”.
Olivia turned towards Jack and replied, “I am my own boss outside the office”. I finished the discussion between Olivia and Jack saying, “We all are our own bosses. Now, Jack guide us to our rooms. We have to take some rest and get ready for the party”.
As Jack took me to my Room whose number was 108?
I settled my luggage in my room, took a shower and laid down on my bed to take a nap.I quickly got up from my bed and asked that girl, “Hey girl! Who are you and what are you doing in my room? How did you manage to enter the hotel with this appearance of yours?”
The girl stood there dazing silently for some time as if she had no idea what happened and after some reflection, she softly apologized to me saying, “Oh Sir! My apologies, I entered the wrong room. I was looking for room 106 and mistook 108 for 106”.
After hearing her illogical excuse, I turned back, took my phone, and dialed the security number, “Hello! Security office there. I am speaking from room number 108 and a beggar looking girl just broke into my room.
How can you guys let such people inside your hotel? You have 10 minutes to get her out of my sight, otherwise, I will talk to your manager”.
Before I finished my sentence, that girl broke into tears as if I was falsely accusing her. She again tenderly apologized and asked me not to hand her over to security guards.
I was looking for you everywhere we are getting late for the opening ceremony of our competition and why are you crying?” The girl wiping tears off her face took her luggage and suddenly left the room with her friend
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I felt bad for falsely accusing a girl of a small mistake and for doubting her explanation.Isabella being sad for the wrong accusation enters into her room and lays down on her bed criticizing the cruel hierarchy system saying, “Can poor people like we do not deserve to stay in a breathtaking mansion like these?. No matter how hard we work, we will be misunderstood as people who seek favors from rich people.
Her friend Ella who was a daughter of a successful businessman pounded for few minutes and replied, “Bella! My Sweetheart, not everyone is alike. Indeed, there are people like them but there are nice people as well”.
Ella continued her sentence in a joking manner, “Bella, Are you indirectly calling me a rude jerk as I am also from a rich family”. Both laughed the matter off and started preparing for their competition.
Isabella was an orphan from Germany, who was selected for a scholarship at one of the prestigious fashion designing universities Of America and Ella was her only friend in America. Both met at the campus and even after their contrasting backgrounds, became best friends.
Isabella and Ella, both in their last semester, applied for a fashion designing competition in London to get more exposure to the practical world.
Isabella was hoping to meet her idol fashion designer during the competition as Ella being a famous stalker of the campus and having connections in the upper class informed her that her Idol is in the hall across the corridor and she can meet her there.
Cara was seated quietly on her couch, legs folded under her and a glass of wine in her hand. The room was well-lighted and she was occupied with staring at the bottle of wine on the table as if she could read her future in the dark-colored liquid encased by the transparent glass of the bottle. Lisa had gone to bed - she had seen to that only minutes ago - so she had no company other than her thoughts. And they were mostly centered on the events of the last 40 hours or so.The morning of the previous day, she had woken up as usual with a broken heart, but by afternoon, she had patched it up temporarily and was ready to move on through the day. When evening came, the biggest blow was made to her bandaged heart when she saw Lance outside that grocery store, but somehow, he had managed to make everything better. Her inner self wagged a threatening finger at her as her mind touched on what they had done at the store and the possibility that they might have been seen. But she shrug
Later that night, Lance spent hours tossing and turning in bed. As far as he knew, his mother was still in the dark about his current standing with Cara. So that was not part of his worries. In fact, he had only two worries. The first and the least pressing was how he'd "stick with" Cara without getting caught. But the second and most pressing was what Cara's last words to him really meant.What on Earth did she mean by "I'll love only the man"? Did that mean that she already loved him or did it mean that she was yet to love him and would only do so on the condition that he must first become a man? If he already had her love, then great! That would mean that he was the most fortunate guy on Earth. But if it meant that he had to earn her love, then he was clearly in for some tough work! So which was it? He could call her and ask, but he was afraid that it would sound stupid and immature. Wasn't a real man supposed to be capable of figuring out something like this? That w
*****TWO WEEKS LATER*****They stepped out of the store to meet a considerably aged sun beating a slow retreat. The evening was getting older and night was certainly not far away, but Lance still had no thought of excusing himself.He'd tried twice so far, but Selene still wouldn't allow him help her carry at least one of the grocery bags. He had escorted her here from school after their classes had ended and they'd come in her car since he'd lent his to a close friend who needed to run an urgent errand. But all this time that he had tagged along with her, they'd scarcely said more than just a few words to each other. Even though he'd known the woman for a few months, Lance still didn't find it easy to engage her in conversation.She had a way of switching between formal and informal so markedly that he was always putting extra restraint on the use of his tongue whenever he was around her.
The next day, Lance jumped from his bed as early as possible. He had spent most of the night rethinking and regretting the manner he had challenged his mother earlier in the evening. He finally came to the conclusion that it had been crude and unnecessary, so he would wake up early and try to gauge how she felt about it and perhaps apologize before she would be off to work.After brushing his teeth in record time, he jogged down the stairs to the kitchen. Then he remembered that the new girl might be in there with his mother. He certainly didn't want to have any conversation in her presence. But peeping in just to find out if she was there or not wouldn't hurt, would it? With that in mind, he strolled into the kitchen, but he was surprised to find his mother very much alone. Clearly, no one else was up yet, not even Anna."Morning, Mom," he hailed as he approached her. "How was your night? Sleep sound?""Yeah, very much. Thanks," was the lukewarm reply. She didn
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