Maxwell was still sitting in his chair with both hands supporting his jaw. His head had a lot going through it. He still wondered the possibility of his brother being the one behind the curtains. There was just one way for him to confirm. He grabbed his phone and dialed the contact of Brittany. One ring…two rings…three rings.."Hello, baby boy," Brittany's tender voice said to him. "Brittany, I need to see you," he said coldly. "Brittany? That's quite odd coming from you. You never really address me by my name. Is there a problem? You're mad at me or something." Maxwell balanced his breath before speaking again. "Let's meet at the pleasure park in the next one hour." "But I have to—" "No comments!" He shunned her off. There was no room to play around. He hung up and walked to his room. After a couple of minutes, he was dressed to go out. He stormed out of his room and started walking towards the exit of t
Celine was left devastated on her own. Richard had left. Despite everything, the man still chose his business trip over the woman he took to the altar. Celine knew something was wrong. She just could not bring herself to dwell on it. It was never okay that a couple would go over five damn months without getting sexually intimate. Was she no longer attractive? Damn it! She was not even a mother yet. How could she not be? Many women only fade away after putting to bed a few time, but that wasn't the case. Richard simply chose to punish her. She craved the touch in between her legs, but there was none to take her to the point of pleasure she wanted. She hoped Richard would stay back, but he didn't. In anger, she got up from the couch and walked to their wedding photograph. "You…you ruined me," she said amidst tears that rose through her throat. "You bastard son of a bitch!!!" She pulled the enlargement from the wall and smashed it right on the ground. "Fuck you!!!" She yelled in frus
After the incident, the two adults avoided each other as much as possible. A couple of days passed by without crossing paths with each other. Celine only stepped out of her room to prepare a meal for them. However, she never cared to eat together with Maxwell. She simply made the meal and returned to her room with her own portion. But then, no matter what she cooked, it remained the way she left it. Maxwell never touched the food she prepared. It felt like hell. She had grown feelings for his husband's brother. She went to the extent of throwing herself at him and got rejected. Her pride as a woman was totally bruised. On the other hand, there's Maxwell who has only been sneaking in and out of the house. He could not stay without eating. And at the same time, he would not just go to Celine's pot of food. Never! Not after what he did to her. Celine was in the kitchen early in the morning when the bells rang. A visitor at that time? "I'm coming!" She said loudly and headed for the do
As shocking as the reality was, it seemed so untrue. It was clear that Brittany was the one in the picture. It was the city lounge where she had visited and invited Richard to come to. Maxwell wouldn't be surprised. He met with her a couple of times in that exact location, but had it not been for Celine's sharp vision, he would not have spotted the ring on his finger. That was the couple's wedding ring. Maxwell was the one who went to get that ring to propose to who he wanted to marry. Maxwell and Celine had no other option than to make each other happy. The days spent together only got them closer and closer. Celine found a peace in Maxwell that her husband Richard couldn't bring to the table. Maxwell on the other hand enjoyed every moment, but both had their fears. They feared the moments they shared would be cut short soon. ...Celine stepped out of the house dressed in a gorgeous red gown that brought out her curves and endowment as a beauty queen.
A black SUV limousine steered through the security protocols of Donald's luxurious premises. The eyes of Lucy were glued to the glasses as she absorbed the wonder of the place. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as she turned to her best friend, Jennifer. Jennifer chuckled. "Come on, girl. You should get a hold of yourself. Have some class." Lucy scoffed at her. "Some class you say? You see this whole stuff, right? That's what you call class. Damn it! Your man is the real deal!" Jennifer smiled knowingly. Her boyfriend, Richie Donald, was well made. In fact, one could say that his surname, Richie, had a way of bringing riches to his path. "Take a chill pill, girl," Jennifer replied. "And compose yourself. It's not like you've not seen my man before." "I have seen him, not his house. Your man has a place like this and you have never thought of bringing me here." The SUV limousine drove into a garage and came to a stop. The driver quickly hopped out and opened the door for Jennifer
"Someone is still here." She announced and moved her gaze away before they could turn their attention to her.Thirty minutes later, the three were seated in a roundtable by the swimming pool of Donald's residence. Lucy could not still get her eyes off the luxurious status her best friend's boyfriend exhumed. "Uhm.. do you drink?" Donald asked Lucy. He already knew that his girlfriend didn't drink. So, there was no need asking. Lucy nodded with a sheepish smile all over her face. "I do.. I do," she said. Jennifer eyed her suspiciously. "She doesn't!" It was strange to her. Knowing her friend well enough, she knew Lucy didn't drink. But her response to Donald's question was so out-of-the-blue that she found herself wondering if there was something not sitting right with Lucy. Donald chuckled. "But she just said she does," he replied. "Lucy does not drink!" Jennifer protested. "I know my friend well enough." Lucy giggled. "You aren't me, are you? Come on, Jennifer. I'm an adult. I
Donald was distracted. With Lucy's leg moving all over him beneath the table, he could barely think straight. He wanted to tell her to stop but for some odd reasons, he wanted it to last a bit longer. Jennifer, his girlfriend, was undoubtedly beautiful and gorgeous. However, he felt she was modest to a fault. Dating someone who was inclined to her work-life before computers, always punching digits, was a gradual turn off. Jennifer had the simplicity of a corporate girl. But Lucy, on the other hand, had the dirty mind any man would crave at some points. Donald, knocked her leg off him with his hand, causing the table to shake slightly. Jennifer eyed him. "Sweetheart, is there a problem?" "No," Donald replied almost at the same time. "Why…do you ask?" Jennifer smiled, trying not to speak randomly. "You seem not to be relaxed. Is something bothering you?" Lucy chuckled and cut in. "He is probably thinking of having sex right now." Jennifer blushed at the statement. "Geez, Lucy," sh
Donald was struck by the sight before him. He wanted to yell at her but there was a lump suddenly stuck in his throat. What was Lucy doing in his room? It was even odd to think Lucy was able to find her way to his room. The house was big, really big. How the hell was she then able to figure out which of the rooms was his?"What…are you doing..here?" Donald asked. Lucy grinned broadly and took slow but enchanting steps towards him. "What does it feel.like I'm doing here?" Donald shut his eyes and opened it. He was trying hard to push away the thought of Lucy sexually. He suddenly started to notice the thighs. He didn't want that. He had someone dear to him. That was Lucy's best friend. Even if he would cheat, it just didn't have to be with her best friend. "You know what you are doing, don't you?" He asked her as he flicked his eyes open. " How did you find your way to this place?"Lucy chuckled. "Which of the questions should I answer