Rowe's apartment.
"She said they would be here in no time."
Max assured his father for the twelfth time. He noticed that his mother wasn't herself but he didn't know what to owe that to. They hadn't really talked about things in a long time. Like they used to do before the incursion of DIA. Yea. The incursion.
Most time he was often tempted to just break down before her and let her know all the things happening: the sham of Dia and the hidden child that Rowe had. He didn't know what to think letting his mother know. He didn't know how she would take it. She might break down. She would.
"I knew she was odd, keeping the parents of her to-be husband waiting. What nice wife do that?"
Claire countered. Not certain who she had directed that to. Before she could build on that stance, Rowe had taken a shot,
"We hardly know this lady. I'm sure she has very fair impressions on. She's nice and wouldn't be what you
Rowe's apartment. Max's Room."Max, you obviously haven't been yourself few days. Hope all is well?"Claire stood at the door to Max's room, holding unto the edge of the door, unwilling to close the door nor make it close itself.Who knocks on the door of her son's room, opened it and met him with such question but Claire. Max quit punching his iMac, the new one he had just gotten. He needed new softwares for some of the technical functions he was playing around."I'm fine mom."He looked back at his laptop, resuming his work, with the expectation that his mom would close the door behind her and walk away. But instead she walked into the room and let the door close itself."You don't want us to talk?"She argued, sitting on the fancy swan chair towards the window to the left of the room.Max closed his laptop and shot her the resignation stare,"You asked a question mom,
At a restaurant. "I'm sure you come here like always. You're Rowe's son, nothing is too costly for you folks." Dia shot the compliment, her face washed in the rays of joy lurking at the base of her lips, at both corners of her mouth. Max only watched her and let the smile get to him, he didn't fight it, "That's a thing to say, but I don't really like eating out. I've got the best cook at home. My mom does the best dishes I've ever tried out." She chuckled and countered, "I'm certain that the narrative would change as soon as I move in." He smiled at that, he wished what she had said was really true, "We'll see to that, though I've never tasted a meal your prepared." He maintained, making sure not to let his eyes off her cute face. He was testing his patience and the strength of his manhood. Whether or not he could be sane with her around. Whether or not he would be able to regulate the emotions he ha
Bellevue, Washington DC."She can't possibly be the talk of the Town."Zoe argued, seated on the one seater chair opposite the two seater in the middle of a large sitting room. Her eyes were keen on the person she had directed that to."This ain't Seattle, Zoe. This is Bellevue, 16 mins away by car, 36 by train, 3hrs by legs and an hour by bicycle."Alex said, feeling the wave of his own wit rippling in his mental ken. Zoe only looked at him, wondering how jobless a person could be to had crammed the distances as though twas some business.Well, that was how Alex was. If you're just getting to know him, he takes his time learning things he didn't need. And trying out things that could hurt him. Which was one of the reasons he played Dia. The mistake he wished he never made."And what's that supposed to me, Bellevue's Lord?"She teased, giving no regards to the deliberate stray he had made earlier. She
A private but Portable apartment. "I'll be direct with my point." Rowe started, his eyes keen on the face of the smooth faced lady seated before him. They had just finished eating, and over the meal, they had only but played around basic and naughty topics which of course weren't of worth. "But before then what do you think my advances towards you are?" He asked. His voice keeping that Rowe-indifference, yet a tone tampered with ease. "You probably joke a lot or something." Dia, the smooth faced replied. Her rude eyes picking the stray hair loitering around the cheek, away from the beards. "Nah. You sure should had heard about Rowe even before taking interest in my son." His ego had wounded his face, his cheeks swelling to the pride of the words, "I haven't. Never crossed my ear." She lied, trying to fiddle with the ego of the old man. She wasn't
A shabby apartment. "Eyyo, Dr Dre." One of the five men dressed in black suits, blue shirts, no-tie and black shoes said, one of his arms leaning on the small sofa at the center of the shabby sitting room. "Hey! What do you want?" Dre asked, looking at the fellow who had just spoken. He looked away from the fellow to the other one who had just walked to the wall where the television was hung. On that same wall was the frame of his dead mom hung, "Don't touch that mate." Dre stood up, meaning to make an advance towards the guy. "Easy, big fella." That henchman turned and walked off the wall. The three other were seated in the big sofa opposite that which Dre was now occupying. The five men who seemed to be formal, had knocked on his door five minutes ago and he had gone to attend to them. Only for them to barge into his house and boss around. He was availing the
Somewhere in Rowe's Apartment. "I've missed those strong abs of yours and the warmth of your body. The taste of your lips, and your firm grip." Claire said, looking into his blue eyes. Her finger tracing a line down the aisle between the two rows of three sets of abs. Occasionally she would stop at the tiny abdomen which had been sucked by constant work out. "And I've missed the taste of your nipples, and my cock in your mini moo. Your nipples pressed against my chest as I rock you hard." He breathed into her face, his warm breath washing her old but refined face. She loved everything about him, though she couldn't boast of it to no one. Not even to herself. "Should we go again?" She asked him, her finger again resuming the trailing of the aisle. But this time, she didn't stop at the abdomen, she slid her hand into his boxer's short and grabbed his cock. She began to fiddle with it, running her sof
Two days Later. By the River. "You probably know why I sent for you. You're a smart lady." Claire started, occasionally looking towards the river. That was a great view. She didn't know why she hadn't heard of that place before now. But that wasn't the point. She looked back at the smiling lady to whom she had directed the question, "I do not mean to disappoint, ma. But I do not have an idea why you sent for me." Dia answered, looking Claire in the eyes, tracing the disappointment recently splattered on sides of the woman's face. And seriously, why should she know why Claire had sent for her? She had only received a call from Albert and he had handed the phone to Claire. And Claire had said she wanted to speak with her in private. That she should think of a very private place. And she, Dia, had chosen that usual spot of hers. Wasn't that all? "Dia, don't be the smart girl to me. We all know that I know
Dia's Room."Do you love Max, Dia?"She asked herself, staring at the formal but seemingly cute picture of Max on her phone. In the picture, Max was dressed in a grey suit, white shirt and some wierd other formal nonsense. There was a wild smile seated in his well-cut face and his lips were everything.Often Whenever he was with her, she always wanted to have a taste of his warm and soft lips. But her ego had held her back on most occasions. But here she sat interrogating herself. She doesn't get to do that often. If at all she had ever."Yes, I love him but I can't date him?"She answered. Then she asked, making a spree of successive questions and answers,"Why? Is it because of what happened to you? What Alex did?""That's a great part of it, but something makes me wanna overlook though. But I can't just overlook, it seems bigger than me. Seems like I am helpless and I kinda really take delight in it."