The person at the door seemed impatient so the bell sounded again and again, that Joseph followed Angela behind to see who the imp was. Hopefully, it would turn out to be that neighbor who always paraded Angela's place. What was his name again?With that in mind, Joseph got to work as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on a sofa in the sitting room, leaving his chest bare with an intimidating smirk on his face.Angela wasn't expecting anyone so she expected it to be any of the neighbors, with that in mind, she swung the door open to become pale at once. Joseph lost his color too. Only the ringer gained some color. She had come fully prepared to teach Angela some manner but unexpectedly her dear son was present. And by the looks of it, he was very comfortable here. He had no shirt on for that matter, one can only wonder what the two were doing. Angela's state of undress did not go unnoticed as well. But she found Angela lacking, what manner of woman looked so plain around her man?

To all my wonderful readers, I'm so sorry I stopped updating this book. From now on, I promise at least 3 chapters per week. So why don't we grab a seat and see how things turn out, the story is about to get way more interesting. Thank you for your time. ................................................................................................................................ “I hope the fun was worth it?” Her father questioned as he placed a fine piece of chicken breast filet into his mouth. Her orbs only did a little dance in response as she fetched herself milk from the fridge. She just couldn't wait for the day she no longer had to live with her parents again. She's prayed way too long even though she knew exactly what the only escape from her reality is… Get married. Adele would much rather hang out with her friends than have to get married. Get disposed of. “Cultured girls your age say a warm…”, with her hands raised like the ears of a rabbit, her mother mimicked t

As Angela returned back to her room to clean up, she wondered exactly what had transpired.And she knew exactly what has happened, Joseph had commanded her and she had obeyed. Strictly obeyed. Like a child would. She didn't even put up a fight. She said nothing. She turned the shower and took a cold bath. Clad in fresh clothes, she made her way to the kitchen. Joseph was working something on the stove, as soon as she saw him, she turned to leave but he was quicker. He turned as if on clue and saw her. “Angela”, he said softly.“Hi, she responded awkwardly. The fact that she was caught red-handed would only leave things sour. After the little fiasco at the doorway, she didn't know how to face him all of sudden. With his eyes fixed on her, he closed the short distance between them and held her hands in his. Her hands were already shaking and she wished he wouldn't notice. “I'm so sorry for getting angry. I shouldn't have. Please forgive me”. He kissed her hands in his and looked at

Joseph watched the ceiling intently. It seemed like he hadn't seen it before. He still couldn't believe it, his father was dying and here he lay, so full of life. He still couldn't wrap his head around it. Now that he was sober, his problems had returned.As he lay, he thought of yesterday. Yesterday. This time yesterday, he was busying having sex, so busy under sheets, pleasing someone's else's “kin” while his only family was dying. The time he ought to have spent with his father, he was busy doing only irrelevant things. He had no clue the news the afternoon would bring but who ever knew what the next five minutes would turn out? A psychic?Joseph sighed in defeat and close his eyes and fresh tears threatened to spill. A soft knock on the door reminded him that he was not alone. Joseph wiped his tears and rose to his feet. He scoffed when he checked the time. It was exactly 8:00. Angela definitely enjoyed her rest. No doubt.Another soft knock followed. Then another, a bit more he

And there he sat. Like the dutiful son that he will always be. After the little episode at the garage, under the pretense of getting some air, Joseph returned to his only reason for both his unshed and shed tears of agony. Joseph adjusted the duvet that covered his father's body a few times. Afterwards, he'd stand and walk around a few times, he'd grit his teeth a few times, sometimes, torturing his poor nails as well. Only to look outside the window again, rake his hair frustratingly and then sit again. Joseph messed up the routine a few times, willing to do everything to while away time, he only wondered when his father would wake up again. He had to try again.He had to try to convince his father again. He just had to do something. His hands raked his hair again before a sob broke out. A second followed.“Son”, though hoarse, his father’s voice called out. Joseph jerked up immediately and covered the little distance between them.“Big man! Big man!!” His voice was hoarse too. May