Five months later Clint slept well and rose early to use the gym at his house before leaving for the office. He had several meetings this morning, both business and charitable affairs. He was overseeing the building of a state of the art residential centre for the disabled and it was very close to completion. He was very happy with it and looking forward to its opening.He was the first to arrive. He saw Rafalle come in behind him. Once they had all arrived he held a quick team meeting with the brokers, ensuring everything was running smoothly and he was up to speed. He opened Genevieve’s door. “How is your head today?”“Oh, much better, thank you.”“Good.” He left her to her work, no time for anything else, though it occupied his mind constantly. Genevieve was pleased he had come in, happy that things still seemed to be ok between them. She has kept her pregnancy from him because she had feared he wasn't ready , somehow he found out she was hiding something and he has been cold t
" Did I make myself clear Genevieve ?" Genevieve shot her head up to see the elderly woman who had just judged her book again . " yes Mrs Trunk I will make effective adjustment ." Genevieve responded quickly even though she had not been listening throughout to Mrs . Trunk's complaint about her book . Stuck writing her first novel , being an editor and amateur photographer. This was just another heartbreak from Mrs .Trunk for her , for today she expected an acceptance at least but it was still the same response Mrs. Trunk gave every time and she did not bother to listen as she knew already. "So until you perfectly portray the feeling of unending and undying love in your two main characters Miss Newton , I am sorry I will have to keep rejecting your book. I am sure you are aware about our company high volume of book submission so I might have to tell you this , we will only give you just this last chance ." Those words fell on her shoulders like she was about to crumble , she took a
Clint Covington is a secret mafia but a sexy neurosurgeon to the public and he is looking for no relationships except the casual hookups. He had businesses he handled secretly from the public except that everyone knew he had several big hospitals.His house phone rang at 10:33 p.m. on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. The high-pitched sound yanked Clint Covington attention away from the television screen and the football game he’d carved out time to watch live, no distractions.Who would be calling at this hour?The hitch in his breath was born out of a hidden fear he kept tucked deep inside his soul. When his parents were killed in a fatal car crash, Clint had been the first to get the news. As the oldest of four, he had to identify the bodies, to inform his three younger siblings and to handle all the funeral arrangements.He’d completed each task without hesitation, and had been forced to repeat an eerily similar process a year and a half ago when another deadly car accident had taken
Clint moved deeper in the house.The inevitable kick in his gut came right on schedule, as it always did whenever his gaze locked with Jennifer’s. Tonight, the sensation hit him hard. It wasn’t an altogether awful feeling, kind of reminded him of danger-induced adrenaline.Precarious territory. “Where’s the patient?”“Her name is Sandra.”“Right.” Clint shed his coat, tossed it on a nearby bench. “Where is she?”“Upstairs in her room.”Clint recognized the panic in Jennifer’s voice, which was mirrored in her wide, almond-shaped green eyes. Her long, wavy hair was also disheveled, as if she’d dragged both hands through the now tangled strands more than a few times.At the obvious signs of her distress, everything in him softened. He gently touched her sleeve. “I’m here, Jennifer. I’ll take care of the child.”She drew in a few unsteady breaths, her legendary hostility toward him diminishing with each exhale. “I... I believe you.”He dropped his hand. “One last question before I have a
Genevieve arrived at where she had to shoot the next day.She had the day planned already as she had lot to achieve that day . She needed to go to Belinda book signing which she still wasn’t sure of attending , shop for clothes she needed on her trip , book her flight and lastly give Daniel Godson her boss ,notice of her movement before she leaves work too." ohhh Nash ." she grumbled when she remembered she still needed to see him before she traveled , at least to tell him the truth about how she feels towards him ." Miss. Newton ,the boss will like to see you ."she smiled at the thought of the word boss , her use to be lover before her friend Belinda found her ways to his heart . And now Daniel Godson never gave her even a simple glance anymore . He didn't even consider her as someone he ever had anything with. He kept their relationship just business and simple . At first she had wanted to quit but she didn't as she wanted and love her job more than anything in the world . Everyo
Nash message popped in too which she was not surprise to see , although the content of the message almost did . Hey babe, Can we talk, I will be waiting at Leniol Dinner . NashHer heart almost froze as she wondered who to see between Daniel , her ex who she believes she still had feelings for or if to see Nash who was in love with her and always there for her . She got fed up for a while as thought flew in her head . She think she will rather see Daniel first since he messaged her first.As she sat in contemplation. She realize this could well prove an enjoyable challenge. Daniel could see well enough the effort it took her to suppress her attitude and feelings towards him, and having seen her vulnerable in his office that day , he was probably quite sure he had awaken the underlying rebellious streak inside her. He was surrounded by insipid pleasers, at work and in his private life. He attracted them bec
Genevieve arrived at the hotel Ash had booked for her which was very close to a beach . For some reason she prayed she never gets to meet anyone and still she didn't want to disappoint Ash after all her effort . She took her room key from the receptionist before she walked into the elevator since her room was on the fourth floor . She smiled at the beauty of the hotel , it was quiet and peaceful . And what she admired more was that everyone minded their business . She was so happy to be here . She haven't even checked her luggages but Ash told her she needed not to worry that everything was intact , as she did not have time to pack her things , last night didn't end well and so she let Ash do all of the packing for her instead. The thought of last night crossed her mind and again she wished she could forget all about it but she knew it wasn't going to be anytime soon.She started unpacking her makeup bag and bathroom supplies which were perfect and intact.She emptied the luggage one
It was torture. Her cheeks burned. She wanted to reach for him right on that spot and slam his face against her pussy. She wanted to leap up and kick him to take her to the room this very moment. She knew she should not be doing this. But she was soaking through her panties . As she couldn't bring myself to push him away. Her whole existence was his lips and her aching cunt. The island faded around her and she stood up already , trying to maneuver her hips as she moved in front of him . She needed him to touch her clit. She was going to die without it.But he understood, Instead, he paused again at the entrance to her hotel room , and he could feel her gaze on him, staring straight into his quivering folds. She was exposed to him. All her pride were about to be stripped away, need spiraling out of control. They had retired from their little cabana on the beach and legged it to her room where Clint hadn’t even let Genevieve get the word “shower” out before he was shoving her against a