" It's actually a long story" I said and dabbed my gaze away from hers. I became a little shaky and tense remembering my essence for coming in the first place." Are you sure? You can talk to me" she said and placed her hand on my thighs, slowly rubbing my pants. I glimpsed at her and grunted." Yeah, I am fine. It's really nothing important" I said stuttering but then had a valiant look to make my facade believable. She stared at me for a while and then nodded. I sighed and smiled as well.I sipped the tea but then I realized that I had nowhere to go after taking the tea. My eyes widened and the tea hooked in my throat. I didn't want Chloe's mom to know my broken side, but then I really needed her help in order to know where Adrian lived and how to get to him. "I will be right back, I need to go give Chloe her pills" she said and stood up."Umm hmm" I muttered and nodded, with a fake smile. I watched her walk away and when she was no longer in sight, I dropped the tea cup down and s
"It's not fair you know " Carl smirked as he advanced into the Training chamber. Seeing him disgusted me and also scared my ass out. He stopped abruptly where I stood and gosh, I felt like he really had an ulterior motive." Sorry Carl, we just needed to sweat a little before you arrive" Brad apologies smiling and Carl as well was smiling." No eish man, at least i am here now" I bawled and spanked my ass tight before he walked away giving me a wink. I shook on the spank he gave to me as I wasn't expecting such dirty behavior from him at that time." What's wrong?" Alexis inquired as she noticed the way I shook. I ground my teeth and scowled at Carl but actually that's all I could do." No it's nothing, I am fine" I said, staring at Carl angrily. " Are you sure you're fine" Alexis persisted and I gazed at her pissed off." I just said I am Fucking fine Alex" I snapped and she shrugged." It's Okay, I just noticed some anomaly and that's why I asked." She said and turned her gaze aw
“I still can’t believe we’ve finally gotten rid of Stephanie and all the drama she brought into our lives,” Miss B said, her voice laced with a mixture of relief and lingering disbelief. She was seated opposite John, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of the tumultuous emotions that had plagued them both in the recent past. The weight of the ordeal they had endured was still fresh, but so was the sweet taste of victory.John’s lips curled into a smirk, a subtle but telling expression that spoke volumes of the satisfaction brewing within him. The long, arduous battle that had consumed their lives had finally reached its conclusion. Stephanie, Jeffrey, and their cohorts, who had once loomed large over their lives like dark, ominous clouds, were now nothing more than a distant, fading memory. However, beneath the surface of his triumphant exterior, John couldn’t shake the shadow of sorrow that lingered in his heart, a sorrow born from the irreplaceable loss of his son, James, in
Imagine borrowing money from your best friend and selling your car to buy a diamond ring for your wife on your wedding anniversary.John Beckham, once the big shot in Connecticut, now grappling with bankruptcy. In a twist of fate, his wife took the lead as a company president, turning their world upside down. Despite the financial storm, John, a thirty eight year old hottie, left a jewelry store with a nine-million-dollar diamond ring – a pricey symbol of love and a shot at keeping their upcoming anniversary special.Dressed in a sharp suit, John stopped a cab headed to BV Hotels and Suites. Alongside the struggle, Stephanie, his wife, stood by him. All he wanted to do was prove his love for her and appreciate her so he needed to book a room for their fifth anniversary. Clutching the ring, memories of their lavish wedding flooded back. This wasn't just about wealth; it was about preserving their connection in the face of life's twists and turns.“Good day. I’d like to make a suite re
John stood like a mannequin, unmoving, as he watched his wife rain insults on us without remorse. He couldn't move; tears streamed down his cheeks.“John, my friend,” Jeff came close, placing his hand on John's shoulder.Their eyes locked.“I’ve always known you to be a loving person, putting others' happiness before your own. What's changed? You should prioritize Steph's happiness. “You'll agree she's no longer in your league. Look at yourself; you resemble my clerk. You're a failure, my friend. Do you want to rub your failure and bad aura on Stephanie? Don’t you want her happy?” Jeff tapped John's shoulder sarcastically.John couldn't speak; his heart spoke a million words, but none escaped his mouth.“Jeff, you do this to me? After all we've been through,” John looked at Jeffery with bitterness.“I'm just trying to help you, my man. Taking care of the woman who was in your league, but not anymore. Stephanie is mine now. Imagine her at an event, called out as your husband; it would
"What are you talking about? How can James not be my son?" John questioned, narrowing his eyes.Suddenly, Stephanie smiled, but then she sighed. "You heard me correctly, John. I'm sorry to break this to you, but James is not your son," Stephanie explained.John's face went pale instantly. How could Courtney handle this? How could he handle the fact that the child he believed to be his son was not his at all? It was as though his world was spinning, grappling with the betrayal from the woman he trusted with his life."You must be joking. I'm sure you're saying this just so I won't take my son. But, Stephanie, I might have taken everything from you, but there's no way you'll make me leave here without my son. That's one thing I won't allow," John thundered, pointing a finger at Stephanie."Give me the document, Lucy," Stephanie turned to Lucy, who quickly pulled out a paper from her briefcase. "Take a look." Stephanie handed the paper to John.John hesitated before accepting it. "What i
John had no choice but to follow the police officer, even though he tried to explain that he had nothing to do with any theft. At the station, he was locked up and couldn't understand what was happening after he was forced to write a statement. He didn’t remember taking anything from that woman, so why was she making such accusations against him? Was his first intuition right for not wanting to help her at first? Nothing made sense then In the questioning room, there was a police officer and the old woman he had helped before. Her gaze at him was unsettling.“Officer, what’s happening? Why am I being arrested for something I didn’t do?” John quizzed with a troubled stare. “I swear, I have nothing to do with any theft!” John explained, frustration overwhelming him.“And to think I thought you were a good person. Turns out, you had an ulterior motive for helping me,” the old woman interjected. “Why did you have to steal from me? If you wanted me to spare you some change after helping
John couldn’t tear his eyes away from the stunning, elegant woman who gracefully entered the room. Her mere presence silenced everyone, as if she held an unspoken authority over them. Though she was quite young, probably twenty years of age."Good day, ma'am," Officer Jason greeted, his demeanor exuding respect. It was as though he already knew her or was told something about her by his colleague.The other officer, who had followed the woman into the room, leaned in to whisper something to him."Good day, officer," the woman replied, flanked by two guards—one clutching her handbag, the other standing at attention."How can we assist you, Miss B?" Officer Jason inquired.The woman's gaze shifted to John, who felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, his nerves palpable. His gaze was no longer on her as his mind was too filled up with doubt, trouble and confusion. "I need someone," she stated, her cascading hair adding to her aura of spontaneity."Who, may I ask?" Officer Jason'