I turned to look at Zach but he was frozen rather in a bad way, i saw his fists clenching and wondered why he was mad at seeing his father perhaps they had a touch situation going on. "Zach" I patted his shoulders but he walked away instead, I could see the evident pain on his father's face and wished I could do something because the situation became awkward. "Hi, I'm Isabella Brown" I greeted with a smile and my white small purse in my hand. "Nice to meet you Isabella, I'm Gregory O'Connell" he returned my smile and walked away. I stared at his bank as he walked sadly away with his expensive well tailored suit. I scanned the big hall room for Zach and spotted him collecting a glass of wine from a waiter. I walked towards him and he noticed my presence. "Why didn't want to talk to your father?"  "None of your business Bella" He took a big gulp of the win

I felt some sudden movement on the sheets which had interrupted my sleep, opening my eyes I saw Zach walking towards the bathroom and the memory of last night re surfaced in my mind making me blush while thinking about it. I tried to shove the thoughts off because they weren't doing any good than to make me horny and wanting more sex but then my thoughts wouldn't cooperate with my as I remembered the size of his dick and how it slipped into my vaginal making me moan. This wasn't what I needed to think about this morning, I shook my head and cleared my eyes a little. "Hey Zach" I greeted with a full smile on my face as he was about to enter the bathroom. He stopped walking but didn't turn back to return my greetings then he walked in shutting the door really loudly. My face fell in confusion, my brain couldn't comprehend what happened. I kept on wondering what must have gone wrong that I didn't notice he had come out of the bathroom with his white towe

"Yesterday was the last day of us being together which means you don't have to tolerate being around a bitchy whore anymore because it's game over for me Zachary" those words kept on repeating it self in my head no matter how hard I tried to forget it.   I shouldn't be bothered about some words she spilled out of her mouth but the fact that I wouldn't get to see her or touch her anymore baffled me and the thought of it baffling me was driving me crazy. I have never felt this way for no one and I'm not feeling any shit right now. It's just my head trying to okay some tricks on me.   I drove into my house but I couldn't seem to come down from my car, I wanted to just fuck everything and get inside but I knew I still had a long day ahead of me, my fucked up head would probably still be thinking of her.   I closed the car door as I turned on the car's engine and drove back outside the gate. I had no idea where I was going to

"Where the hell could Joe be? He's just a kid Maya!" I yelled as we walked back to her car. I couldn't process anything as my mind was filled with worry of who could have picked him up. "Relax, it could have been my mum" Maya suggested and I felt a little relieve in me, of course it could have been Grace but then she wasn't at home. "But she was at work" I said. "Perhaps they went out together" she replied, "but hold on I'll call you confirm" "Please do so" I said as I rubbed my temple. She dialed out Grace number and Grace picked on the third ring, I was getting impatient even though it rang just thrice. "Hey sugar plum!" Grace squeaked from the other side of the phone to the point that It made me cringe. "What's the reason, you never call me" Grace asked and I watched how the both of them argued on who used to call who. None of them was talking about Joe an

"Zach! Please help me!" Another message read. I debated on going to get aid to see if she was truly in danger. I doubted it to be something serious but with the amount if repeated texts buzzing into my phone I decided to check up on her. "Where are you?" I texted back and another text entered my phone in less than a minute. "At Sylvia's house, I'll text you the address now" a new message read and I waited patiently for the address. It didn't take up to a minute before I received the address. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back!" I told Devin as I started the engine of my car, he looked confused but then how was I supposed to explain to him when I don't even know what it is about. "Zach, please hurry!" Another message popped up on my phone's notification bar. It must've been urgent for her to send these much text to me so I increased the speed at which I drove hoping th