All Chapters of Casanova's Commitment: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Natalie          We check my cocktail wedding dress on the tailor. Our wedding is two days away. I'm so freaking out because of it. I don't want a grand wedding and all. I just wanted to get married to this man that I love.          I never thought that I could love someone else more after Bernie. I never thought that this love could be any greater than any love I felt. His affection toward me always makes me feel so loved, special and beautiful. He loves our child that is still unborn, and I love that about him more.          His mother is of great beauty. She always loves the smoothies and other drinks that I serve to her. We become immediately BFFs like little girls say. Colt was with

NatalieI woke up with a ready dinner. He helped me until we were downstairs and his mum, Elizabeth. She's the caring mother of Francis. She was also taking care of me and giving me tips and other things about pregnancy. Francis is proof of her pregnancy. She told me that it was the best thing that happened to her though she got a shitty marriage.But that didn't stop me from being anxious about what I had witnessed. For what I had known. It felt so bad that my sister had to go there. Why should I always bounce at her in malls? Why should I have to see how well she is living her life? Surely, she's not studying well, and it just made my heart sink.It was cold on the porch, but there's a big umbrella above us and the string lights and the beautiful garden and that makes the pool look so magical. That's what I love about this place. I have never enjoyed these luxuries all my life. He's the first and probably last person that will spoil me. I was in m

FrancisHer cries, moans, whimpers, and everything was driving me crazy. How could a woman like her, drive me this crazy? Our lovemaking makes me more and more in love with her. I never get turned off or unsatisfied with every lovemaking. She just makes everything so special and so glorious."I love you," I muttered as I felt her walls clenched around my length. I trust faster that makes her scream and explode inside me. I hold her hips and dig inside her deep until I reach my heaven. I fell beside her and caught my breath. "Natalie," I call breathlessly. She looked at me with heavy eyelids, sleepy of desire. "Oh, Natalie." I scoop her cheeks and kiss her lips. "I love you.""I love you too." She sighed, relieved, and snuggled on me. "I love you. I love you." She chanted."I love you more, my Natalie." I love her so much that it hurts. I never thought that I could love like this too much that it is fucking hurts. I don't know what I will do if I

NatalieI paced back and forth in our room. Then re-read again the message that my aunt Jean sent me. Dad has been hospitalized. Dad needed money. What should I tell Francis about this? Exhaling, I pulled out my phone again and checked my bank account. Francis gave me access to my new bank account. He said that I could use it anytime I wanted. If I am bored and would go shopping and do whatnot.Francis kept spoiling me and it makes me a bit anxious and worried that I will become a burden to him, so I never used the money on that account that has my new surname on it.I punch the call button of my Aunt's number and it rings for a while."Auntie, how was dad?""He needed an immediate operation on his kidney. I'm sorry to call this Natalie, but your mom and Porsha are nowhere to be found.""It's okay. I'll be there and settle the charges. Money isn't a problem. Please give me the address of the hospital and the room number."

Francis   I woke up. Pain on my whole body. Groggy. Still groggy. I tried to get up, but I heard the baritone voice of the man that I hated most, telling me to lie down. I adjust my bed to recline from the remote control next to me. “What are you doing here?” I ask him coldly. If it wasn’t for his son I wouldn’t be here. I should be with my wife and my daughter taking care of them and asking for my wife’s forgiveness. “I’m still your father, Francis.” “Just a biological father,” I said coldly. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything at all?”