Lisa silently turned to walk away but stopped when her name was called. “Lisa…?” Nathan called. She stopped, sighed, and turned around with an awkward smile. "Nathan, hey,” she greeted with a wave of her hand. “Were you leaving just now? I mean, are you trying to sneak off?” Nathan asked. "Yes, I was...” she replied truthfully. “Didn’t you see us?” He asked, gesturing more at Trey, making Lisa frown. “If I had known it was you guys earlier, I wouldn’t have approached.” Lisa sneered. The moment she said that, Trey turned to look at her; his gaze was dark and icy, and it immediately sent a shiver down her spine. She shuddered. Nathan frowned in confusion. He turned to Trey for clarification but then noticed Trey’s demeanor towards Lisa. He then realized there must be some misunderstanding between them, so he decided to help resolve whatever dispute there was between them. “Sit with us, Lisa?” He asked. However, Lisa shook her head, smiled, then said. “Thanks, Nathan, but th
On Trey’s twentieth birthday. His family hosted a banquet to celebrate him. However, Trey felt such an occasion was of little importance and decided not to go. Because all he ever accomplishes on occasions like that is going around from one business partner to the other toasting and drinking, the only reason he doesn’t end up drunk by the close of such events is because of how he trained himself to have alcohol tolerance. However, when he arrived at the banquet an hour later, he was delighted he did. Standing amidst the guests was the face that had been occupying his thoughts for the past 6 years. Valerie Lynn, his childhood sweetheart. She stood there, looking stunning as ever in a strapless evening gown, as her brunette hair fell down her back, complementing her blue eyes. Trey met Valerie when he and his parents were living in Country B before he came back to Country A. Valerie was six years old back then; he wanted to be friends with her when he saw her being bullied by her
- The next morning - The old mansion: Trey finished his breakfast and left for work. On the way to the office, his cell phone started ringing; he checked the caller ID to see Valerie’s name, and a tender smile graced his lips. “Valerie, what's wrong?” He asked. “I’ve missed you; I want to see you,” Valerie said in her sweet, gentle voice. Trey smiled and told her he’d come and pick her up in half an hour. He asked his driver to change routes to Valerie’s apartment. After ending the call, he called his private secretary and canceled all his appointments till the afternoon and asked her to book a suite at the LEISUREQ hotel and send him the details. 30 minutes later, his car was parked inside the parking lot of Valerie’s apartment. In a few minutes, she came walking out of the elevator. Trey’s bodyguard opened the car for her. “Thank you,” Valerie said, entering the car. Trey scowled angrily. “What happened?” Valerie asked, noticing Trey’s expression. "Nothing,” he answered
-/Country B/- Three weeks later. After standing on her feet for the last 6 hours operating on a patient with a brain tumor, Lisa walked out of the operating room, feeling exhausted and famished. She disposed of her blood-stained gloves and mask into the red infectious bin, then turned to leave. “You were amazing in there, Dr. Lynn; the surgery was successful.” Susan, her assistant nurse, said coming out of the operating room. "Thanks; you were a good help. But I don’t consider a surgery successful till my patient wakes up.” Lisa said with a smile. “Thank you, Dr. Lynn,” Susan said. “You’re welcome; call me Lisa; Dr. Lynn makes me feel older; I’m only 21,” Lisa said. “I will, Lisa." Susan said, and they both laughed. “Our shift ended 2 hours ago, so I will leave first; see you tomorrow,” Susan added with a wave as she walked away. Lisa waved back with “Sure.” Lisa walked to her private office and showered. When coming out of the bathroom, she suddenly felt dizzy. She suppor
Lisa decided to leave work early to go home and check on her patient, who still hasn’t regained consciousness. She said goodbye to nurse Susan and went down to the lobby to sign out. After signing out, she went to the parking lot for her car and left the hospital. When she arrived at her apartment’s underground parking lot, she noticed 4 black Alligator SUVs. She felt there was something suspicious and strange about it; nonetheless, she put it at the back of her mind and walked towards the lobby. “Good afternoon,” Lisa greeted the elevator attendant the moment she entered the elevator. “Good afternoon, Miss Lynn,” he responded as he pressed the floor number. The elevator closed and started to ascend. As the elevator ascended, Lisa noticed the elevator attendant kept stealing glances at her as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant about it. However, since he was not able to tell her whatever it was, she wouldn’t inquire about it. When the elevator arrived at the fifth floor, s
-/Country A/- Golden Heights Corporation Meanwhile, in an office on the hundredth floor of Golden Heights Corporation, Trey Collins stares blankly at the vast ocean view through the glass wall of his enormous office. With a fierce look on his face, if there’s one thing that riled him, it’s when things don’t go his way. He turns around to face his three highly skilled, efficient detectives, who were able to retrieve a needle when dropped into the vast sea but were standing in front of him, repeating the same bullshit. Baam!! The three men gazed up nervously, then hastily retracted their gazes down, feeling weak in the leg at the sound of a hand slammed on the desk in front of them. “It's been 3 weeks, 3 fucking weeks, and you’re fucking telling me you haven’t found her? Why the hell do I pay you when you can’t even find a single woman’s whereabouts!? Huh!!” Trey asked sternly, his expression darkening into a venomous glare. “You have a week to find out wherever she’s hiding, or
“I want to show you something,” Don Antonio said as he took steady steps towards Lisa, deliberately not to frighten her more than she already was. Considering Lisa’s silence and calm demeanor as an indication to proceed, he started to unbutton his shirt. As he undid the buttons, his eyes remained fixed on Lisa’s face, ready to stop if there was a slight form of uneasiness from her. Since there weren’t any, he opened it to show her his bandaged chest. “Did you do this?” He asked in a gentle tone. “Oh my God!" Lisa uttered as her hand flew to her mouth as realization dawned on her, then she frowned. “It was you; no wonder I thought you looked familiar, you bastard!!” Lisa yelled angrily. Matteo and Timothy, who were standing outside the door, heard Lisa calling the boss a bastard, and they started to feel pity for her for offending the boss. Now there was no way she could escape the boss’s wrath. “You pointed a gun at a person who saved your life!? I knew I should have left you t
“Is she alright?” Don Antonio asked Susan, who had just walked out of Lisa’s room. "Yeah... she has fallen asleep,” Susan muttered. She approached the sofa to sit but became hesitant. She heard that Don has a disorder; he doesn’t like women around him, not to mention touch him, and it got her wondering how he was able to carry Lisa earlier. She remained standing in front of the sofa as she fidgeted with her fingers. Antonio, who was replying to a message on his phone, realized the space beside him was still empty, then looked up at the woman who was standing still with an expression he couldn’t decipher. ‘Why is she standing?' He thought Susan was approaching to sit, but it had been a few minutes now, and he didn’t feel the sofa dip, and since he was busy with his phone, he just remembered she wasn’t seated beside him. He looked up at Susan. “Are you going to stand there forever?” He questioned. “I… um, umm, you’re sick.” She replied, staring down at her feet, still playing
It was a few minutes past eight in the morning when Luis woke up. He went into the shower and took a long shower after jerking off. After getting dressed, he headed downstairs. However, upon reaching his living room, he heard some movements coming from the kitchen. There were no maids in the house, so who could that be? Selena? When did Selena learn how to cook? He thought as he walked to the kitchen to investigate, but he stopped at the entrance when he saw who was standing inside the kitchen cooking. “Mother?” Martina turned to face her son with a warm smile. She looked as stunning as always, with her long straight hair falling down her back, her light makeup, and as usual, a red lipstick. She looked beautiful; it was like she was growing younger by the day instead of vice versa.“Did you miss me?” Martina asked, and Luis shook his head, seemingly in a trance state as he replied.“No, I mean, yes, so much?” Martina smiled and said,“I miss you more; welcome back, son.” “Thank you
“Ahh, Luis...! Gentle, please..." A fully naked Selena, whose back was wet with sweat dripping down, her blonde hair firmly twisted in Luis' firm grip, cried out, her breath labored as Luis slammed ruthlessly into her from behind. Luis grunted, pulling out and slamming into Selena, his hand connecting with her already red ass and spanking it hard. Selena gasped at the sting, her throbbing pussy clenching Luis' dick; she could feel herself getting to the edge once again, just then, Luis drove his dick into her with force, and that did it, her grip on the dining table weakening as she rested her forehead on it, her body trembling. Her legs, which were spread apart, badly quivering from the pleasure. Selena closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation as Luis continued thrusting inside her, his dick filling and widening her pussy with his thickness, all her strength drained, causing her legs to weaken, and she collapsed on the dining table panting. Luis continued thrusting into her
The tequilas began to take effect on Clara, and she found herself lost in the rhythm of the music; her body was beginning to sweat with each move she made. With the alcohol controlling her, Clara didn't mind the bumping and grinding from the people close to her, even though she realized her friends were nowhere in sight, and those bumping into her were strangers. But then, Clara felt people move away from her; without bother, she continued to dance, swaying her body to the beat, but was startled to a halt when a pair of rough hands wrapped the exposed skin on her belly, stroking it. Clara's breath hitched when the hands started to trace down her hips, stroking her exposed thighs. The action in a weird way was providing a soothing feeling to Clara's tired muscles as it trails back higher and higher. She involuntarily leaned into the comfort it was giving her; she began to sway her hips. Maybe it was the alcohol boosting her courage, but she started to grind her ass on the man behind
~An hour later~ Michelle's eyes shot open at the soft murmur of voices near her. She blinked several times, trying to orient herself in the blinding hospital room. Relief washed over her when she saw Alan’s familiar face. “My love, you are awake,” Alan said, a warm smile breaking through the tension on his face as he gently cupped Michelle's cheek with his hand, his touch both comforting and tender. However, panic seeped into Michelle's voice as she recalled the events leading up to her awakening. “Where is Luis? Didn’t he bring me to the hospital?” Michelle asked, urgency lacing her words, her heart racing at the thought of Luis. A glint of confusion crossed Alan's face as he studied her. “My love, who is he, and why are you so worried about him, instead of your well-being?” Curiosity laced his tone, mingled with an undercurrent of anxiety. Michelle hesitated for a moment, the weight of her feelings pressing down on her. “He is the man I love, the father of my baby.” Her conf
“Michelle!” Alan shouted, his voice laced with panic as he dashed toward her. The moment he reached her, he bent down, his strong arms encircling her petite frame, cradling her gently against his chest. “Luis…” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper before her eyes fluttered shut and she slipped into unconsciousness, her body limp in his hold. Without wasting time, Alan raced towards his car, and his chauffeur, standing by, promptly opened the door for him, and he wasted no time in getting inside, keeping Michelle secure in his arms.“Damn it, she’s bleeding,” he exclaimed, his heart racing as his gaze fell upon the darkening crimson stain spreading across his hand beneath her head. Panic surged through him. “Drive faster!” he yelled, urgency gripping his every word as he felt the weight of the moment pressing heavily on him.~♡~An hour earlier, a sleek black Ferrari roared to a halt at the iron gates of the Castillo mansion. One of the bodyguards stationed at the entrance approac
The sleek black car Michelle was riding in came to a halt in front of the grand stone church, its polished exterior gleaming in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. A bodyguard stepped forward, pulling open the door. Inhaling a deep breath to steady her racing heart, Michelle stepped out of the car, her elegant mermaid wedding gown flowing around her like a cascade of delicate lace and satin. The intricate beading sparkled, catching the light with every subtle movement she made. As soon as she stepped out, a bright voice pierced through the air. “My beautiful best friend!” Clara exclaimed, her eyes filled with joy. “Clara? You came? I thought you wouldn't make it." Michelle’s voice trembled with emotion, tears welling up in her eyes as she rushed into Clara's welcoming embrace. Clara wrapped her arms tightly around Michelle. “I couldn’t miss it for the world!” Clara said, her smile radiant. “Seeing my best friend standing here in her breathtaking wedding gown is a moment I simp
Alan was seated behind his desk, exuding an air of authority that filled the room. His sharp, handsome features were framed by transparent glasses that perched on his nose, giving him an appearance of both intellect and charm, as his blue eyes were fixed on the conference meeting unfolding on his laptop screen. The room was filled with a hushed, tense atmosphere as board members engaged in serious discussions, the glow of the laptop casting a soft light across his focused expression. Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud bang, breaking the silence. Michelle stormed in, her cheeks flushed with anger and her eyes blazing. “Alan, how dare you! How could you make a decision regarding my life without my consent?!” she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. Alan, momentarily distracted from the serious matters on his laptop, looked up, taking in her fiery demeanor. The board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their gazes dropping to their notes, avoiding the swirling t
Alan returned to the clinic a few minutes later after Michelle left and decided to find her. On the way to her hostel, he saw a girl holding Michelle by the arm and hurried toward them. Just a few feet from them, he heard the girl's shameless statement. He was going to ask her to stop talking trash when she pushed Michelle. His heart raced as he secured his arms around Michelle's petite frame.“Are you alright?” he asked Michelle after steadying her. “I'm fine. Thank you.” Michelle said as the tears she had been holding back since she found out about her pregnancy came running down her face.“You girls should be ashamed of yourselves. Falsely accusing someone and trying to hurt her? Do you know what I do to girls like you who bully others?” Alan asked in a menacing voice, a deadly expression the girls had never seen before plastered on his usually calm face. The girls took a few steps back, a wave of fear surrounding them.However, Michelle, wanting to vent her frustration, approache
Knock Knock The faint sound of a knock at the door resonated through Principal White’s office; he looked up and saw Michelle standing outside his door. “Come in,” he said. “Good afternoon, Principal White,” Michelle greeted with a hint of nervousness in her voice. The principal gestured toward the chair positioned in front of his desk, his expression serious yet inviting. “Please, have a seat, Miss Agrilla,” he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a touch of concern. “Thank you,” Michelle said softly, settling into the chair and placing her hands on her lap, trying to maintain her composure as she fidgeted with her fingers. “Miss Agrilla,” Principal White began, his eyes studying her intently, “it has come to my attention that you have developed a troubling habit of dozing off during lectures. As your principal, I felt it necessary to bring you in today to understand what might be causing this issue. And let me be clear: if this continues, I will have to involve your p