Francis
Her cries, moans, whimpers, and everything was driving me crazy. How could a woman like her, drive me this crazy? Our lovemaking makes me more and more in love with her. I never get turned off or unsatisfied with every lovemaking. She just makes everything so special and so glorious."I love you," I muttered as I felt her walls clenched around my length. I trust faster that makes her scream and explode inside me. I hold her hips and dig inside her deep until I reach my heaven. I fell beside her and caught my breath. "Natalie," I call breathlessly. She looked at me with heavy eyelids, sleepy of desire. "Oh, Natalie." I scoop her cheeks and kiss her lips. "I love you.""I love you too." She sighed, relieved, and snuggled on me. "I love you. I love you." She chanted."I love you more, my Natalie." I love her so much that it hurts. I never thought that I could love like this too much that it is fucking hurts. I don't know what I will do if IFrancisWe went to one of the popular restaurants and ordered what she liked. She told me that we need to go back here and try their other menus until we had tasted everything. As I ate, I thought about Sebastian. I had seen him once, he wasn't healthy at all. He looked too pale and too frail."You are thinking about Seb?" she asked me. She knew about this. She reached my hand. "I know that you aren't taking them as your family, but still Seb is your brother. He's not like Bernie. He's not your father either.""Baby, let's not get into them," I said softly as I tried to mask my emotions."Francis, you are a good person. You aren't Bernie nor your father. Seb needs you."I exhale and it did make me weak when she's the one asking me. When she's the one pointing the pain inside me. I am not my father. Sometimes I think I am because of what I did. Jumping from a woman to another without any hesitation. She's the reason why I stop being l
NatalieI paced back and forth in our room. Then re-read again the message that my aunt Jean sent me. Dad has been hospitalized. Dad needed money. What should I tell Francis about this? Exhaling, I pulled out my phone again and checked my bank account. Francis gave me access to my new bank account. He said that I could use it anytime I wanted. If I am bored and would go shopping and do whatnot.Francis kept spoiling me and it makes me a bit anxious and worried that I will become a burden to him, so I never used the money on that account that has my new surname on it.I punch the call button of my Aunt's number and it rings for a while."Auntie, how was dad?""He needed an immediate operation on his kidney. I'm sorry to call this Natalie, but your mom and Porsha are nowhere to be found.""It's okay. I'll be there and settle the charges. Money isn't a problem. Please give me the address of the hospital and the room number."
FrancisI know that she doesn't look well at the time that I enter the bar. She was arguing and scowling, flinching but she ignored the pain on her body. She's stressed out and that's what I am worried about. The stress and anxiety make her spotting. But now, her water breaks and together with the water, she's bleeding. I'm afraid of the baby and her.I don't even know when we got to the hospital and she's getting unconscious. I keep telling her to fight for us. I get inside the operation room. She bleeds a lot and the baby easily slipped off from her womb. I didn't hear the cry. I got worried."The baby?" she muttered. "Is it alright?" She tried to sit up, but I held her and kissed her temple. She started sobbing. "Francis, the baby.""It's a girl." The doctor said and I watched as the small baby had blood all over her. She looked so beautiful and she's breathing."Althea," she murmured. I kiss her forehead."Althea it is.""Althea." She murmur
Francis I woke up. Pain on my whole body. Groggy. Still groggy. I tried to get up, but I heard the baritone voice of the man that I hated most, telling me to lie down. I adjust my bed to recline from the remote control next to me. “What are you doing here?” I ask him coldly. If it wasn’t for his son I wouldn’t be here. I should be with my wife and my daughter taking care of them and asking for my wife’s forgiveness. “I’m still your father, Francis.” “Just a biological father,” I said coldly. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything at all?”
FrancisThe usual bar smell enters my nostrils. Different toxic perfumes smell of different alcohols from people's bodies and a wave of bodies dancing in the club-like music. I've been here multiple times. When I am off from work, no business trips somewhere, no overtime, and no weekend schedule, I always visit the woman who always caught my eyes. Although I know that she isn’t into someone like me, my admiration toward her would never fade.I slipped on the barstool, sat down, relaxed and drummed my fingers on the long counter table. She seemed busy preparing for the big show tonight. Her black hair is rolled into her usual tight bun. I wonder how it smelled and feels on my nose. But the woman is probably married. I peek on her fingers. Should I get
FrancisShe did make her favorite cocktail. And sipped on it, since I'll pay for it. I nodded at Robb and he swiped my card again. She pushed the handkerchief to me, and I put it back in my pocket. "So, what's your play for today, Mr. Casanova?" She asked, probably starting a conversation. "I would like to take out this friend of mine who looked broken-hearted and I wanted to know what exactly happened so I could comfort her and help her punch this man that broke her heart." She laughed at what I said. She pushed herself up from the counter, climbed, and turned and I helped her get to the barstool.We are like best friends when it comes here to the bar. We talked a lot and told me a few women that looked my way. I don't care, other women, when I'm with her. We share a lot of secrets as well and let each other comfort us. But I never know her boyfriend. She just says a 'he'."Well," she sighed. "It was the day of our wedding and before our
FrancisI drove carefully since I got someone to accompany me. It's the shortest ride I had ever been in my life and I enjoy every millisecond of it. I can't believe that she's now hugging me from behind, holding on to me tight and I can feel her breathing to me and her chin is over my shoulder.It just felt so damn right. It was outside Global City and I'm glad that there's not much traffic. We got to my house and the gate was open by the night shift security guard. I park it just right in front of the main door. I offered my hand to her as she climbed down. I removed my helmet and kicked the stand of the motorbike. I took the helmet from her and just put it there."Wow, you got a very nice house." She mumbled."Yeah," I grinned. I just hoped that she liked the house. I could give it to her… when we get married. Wait! Why am I even thinking about marriage? It’s so dumb of me to feel so irrationa
Natalie My head was damn hurting. It's been a while since I got a hangover. What happened last night? I felt a smooth skin and warm-hard body that I am lying on. I opened my eyes and winced from the pins and needles on my head. I close it again and just listen to this someone's heartbeat. My legs felt tangled to this man I am with and it felt so strong. I unconsciously hugged him since he felt so huggable. I process everything that happened last night. In the bar, I am with Francis, and we leave together, eat together in his kitchen and we taste wines and oh, fuck! That just made me get up automatically. Found myself naked with a few red marks on my breasts. I pull the satin sheet and look down at him. Damn, he's so fucking beautiful. Like a very perfect sculpted Greek-God. He even got very tight big balls that are very proport