They coincidentally met. Both were in the living room of Robert's house while Mark shifted uncomfortably.He met Mary Jane when Loren married his brother, and later, they met again when she secretly contacted him to request his services to start divorce proceedings, to get advice on everything involved and what could happen with her son, which she later abandoned due to her father's threats, retracting everything and then moving to another place with her son, to a house not shared with her husband, though he still saw his son, but Mary Jane felt some freedom not living under the same roof as him."Are you okay?" He asked without looking at her. That man was madly in love with Mary, but she seemed to ignore him. Or not realize what he felt for her.They had met occasionally thanks to Loren, where Mark indirectly asked her to invite Mary. Little by little, he fell for her, even with Taylor's indifference.He didn't expect to find her there; it had been mere coincidence."Yes, I'm fine.
To change things up, they were drunk. After dinner, the two went to chat in the study, but Cedric began to pour one drink after another, until the laughter began, along with the sincere conversations."Where... is Connor's mother?" he asked, sprawled on the sofa, he removed his shoes and socks, turning his body toward his brother. Cedric was in his chair, with his feet on the desk, also removing his shoes. "Connor told me she was still in rehabilitation, but if I remember correctly...""Robert..." he stopped him, not letting his brother continue. "I know you're worried about Connor, but as I've told you, things here can be a bit difficult for him, but it's also because he doesn't put in the effort.""That doesn't answer my question." Occasionally, Robert didn't know when or how to keep quiet, and most of those times were when he was drunk or because he was very interested in a topic. Like at that moment. "Tell me... what happened with Miss Silver?"The door to the study opened just th
The backlight was on, I could completely see Alice's appearance, her nakedness, that tie under her breasts or the recent jam she now had in them.He slowly let go of the things he had in his hands, closed the door and gave his girlfriend a kiss. He took the tie and untied it from her back, keeping it under her breasts, but tying it to the back of her neck, from the back, lifting Alice Taylor's huge breasts in an exaggerated way.He took the jar of jam and licked with a finger what he took from Alice's nipple, proceeded to enter three fingers into that jar and spread it on both breasts, not leaving a single space without jam and leaving the jar empty. He left everything in it.That container left it on the floor, took the woman between his arm and took her to the room, closing the door.When he left her in bed, Robert turned on the light of the bedside table and began to undress with all the patience in the world, while still observing Alice, who was impatient, waiting for him to go al
He felt a weight on the bed and opened his eyes, the next thing he felt on his face was his son's hand slamming hard into his cheek, followed by Ethan's laughter as if mocking his sleepy father. Alice was watching from the side, still in pajamas, but Ethan was fresh, changed, even combed, wearing nice shoes, and holding a toy in his left hand, which he threw at his father's face, but Alice stopped it before it could hurt him.It seemed like a silent revenge from his son."Are you trying to hurt me?" He asked, taking him in his arms and sitting up. "Good morning, Alice. Have you been here long?" He was very tired and hadn't heard them come in."I want you to take Ethan out for a walk, to the park or shopping, whatever you come up with. He hasn't been out for days, there's no reason for him to be cooped up.""Can't it wait until later?" It seemed she wanted them to leave immediately, and he was just barely opening his eyes to the new day. The two of them seemed to have been awake for qu
Alice, mentally exhausted and craving solitude for reflection, had asked Robert to take Ethan for a walk. She needed to untangle her thoughts about their current situation, hesitant to let everything with Robert collapse in such a manner. She wanted to believe in the narrative of the malevolent sister-in-law, yet certain elements hindered her complete trust, though she recognized the possibility of its truth. Doubt remained her only certainty amidst the convoluted circumstances.The lipstick on his clothing and the seemingly accidental scratch were elaborate, and Robert appeared clueless at first, disrupting the entire evening Alice had planned for them. This particular point fueled her anger the most—their night was ruined.Lying on her back, gazing at the ceiling, Alice pondered over her father's actions. He had never apologized for the hurt he caused, especially not for taking her son, an act that partially destroyed her life for the sake of acquiring a company. This deeply pained
"Help! This woman is crazy! " Bethany ran to the police for her help. "She has attacked me! He has attacked me!—between feigned tears, he pointed to Alice. Anyway, the officers were going towards her, with a wife in hand."Get up!" He has violated the house arrest!"Hands on your head!"She was so scared that she didn't hear anything, her eyes only went towards the house, she wanted to go in there again, pretend that nothing had happened and that she probably wouldn't go back to jail. His hands were shaking just like his legs, he looked like a frightened little animal.He managed to stand up, but his hands didn't go behind his head and Alice listened to his first thought, running towards the house.She only arrived at the garden, that officer knocked her down, holding her hands abruptly while carrying them to her back, placing her handcuffs and entering the patrol car."You have to come with us." Bethany Walton was told."Of course! I intend to file a complaint with this delinquent. J
He was sitting in the park while Ethan moved back and forth, clinging to the wall of that huge pen for children, filled with games and hiding spots. It was complete fun for them, their little feet were very fast, especially after he took off their shoes and socks. He looked at him with pride, longing for the moment when his son would start walking. His first year was close, but he still hadn't begun. He was very attentive, watching in case he let go of his hands and decided to do it, encouraged by the other children who were also taking their steps. How he wished to see him walk! Or talk! While he watched carelessly, he wanted to check the time. Alice had asked for space after what happened the previous night, and that's why they had gone out all day. He looked at his wrist, but he hadn't put on his watch while getting ready so abruptly that morning. He searched in his pocket for his mobile, remembering that he had left it in the car. Perhaps calling Alice wouldn't be such a bad idea,
"Let me go! Who do you think you are?" Simon was guarding the door, while inside it was only Sofia and Bethany. "I'll talk to my father! You're going to regret this, Sofia. You and your little husband.""I'd like to see that. Do you need a phone to call him? Want to call him? Sit down and shut up already." Seeing that Bethany wouldn't sit, Sofia advanced towards her, but the dark-haired woman fled from the blonde. "I'm not one for crazies, but you, in particular, have caused problems for my sister, not to mention that Alice got a year in prison because you stuck your nose where it didn't belong. At that time, I had to step aside due to a conflict of interest, but guess what? That little problem is now resolved. Call your father if you wish, but you're not leaving here until you tell the truth.""And what's supposed to be the truth? Alice stole her son, violated her house arrest, and now, finally, I'll be able to get her out of Rori's house, effortlessly." She felt proud and didn't und