Kylas has no much time to waste about his marital potential, he believes his seen the right woman after he was inspired by the ghost of Rissi through dream, he believes in her words, just because she promise to help out him out to fine the right woman, so kylas move forward towards the marriage, perhaps there is money nothing to hook or delayed him. This day Cynthia visited him in a day time, after their relationship has been strongly built enough, they have engaged themselves in many sexual activities, so that good day they were together on bed playing love and making fun with themselves, kylas got that feelings of changing his decision to marriage instead of friendship; Now he left Cynthia on bed and went to his wardrobe and grabbed out a sexy mini bus with a gold and glittering color very beautiful to look at, in inserted it in side his pocket and went in the bed room back, then he told Cynthia he has a surprise gift for her, and Cynthia did not even know the type of gift he was
Chapter 41 Silas and Anabel are intelligent children… Wow this is classic. It is very nice of you guys to make your family proud. Their mother Cynthia was very happy after they brought home their school results as the both of them took first position in their various classes. During their holidays their parent took them to spend their holiday outside the state, they flight them to experience life in Canada, and other part of United Kingdom, Silas and Anabel was very happy and excited of their life experiences, they loved their parents very much, and they are always thankful to have them as guidance and parent, and they were also loved by their dear parents, it was actually all what they need, to live up their life. After their summer holiday at Canada, Silas and Anebel have been to different places, including their grandmother hometown (Cynthia's mother ),but they never know their father's hometown before now, so they keep on worried to visit their hometown before their school wi
The sounds of footsteps, voices and laughter filled the air as different people from different backgrounds with different destinations walked every which way. There were people standing, people sitting, people pushing carts, people pushing luggages, people holding up signs, security and special sniffing dogs prancing around with security on the other end of the leash, bags getting searched and people doing their jobs. In the midst of it all stood two tall men, facing each other a few feet away from the departure unit, while people walked on, discreetly sparing them glances. One would be intimidated by merely looking at them, they were that hunky. They would be mistaken for the departure security if it weren't for their outfits and the luggage underneath the older man's hand. You would never guess that they were father and son. The older man, looking like he was in his early forties, was Blake Maxwell. He was an ordinary, decent man in his early fifties. His eyes were pale brown,
Cynthia let out a fake moan. She had her bum up in the air while the middle-aged man behind her held her waist and pushed his member in and out of her, moaning and groaning so much that it was annoying. Cynthia felt irritated inside that she was with this man. Even if he was paying her for this, the least he could do is make it worth her time, but here she was, feeling nothing. Honestly, Cynthia wouldn't even be here if money wasn't involved. Even with money involved, she still regretted coming. The man finally finished, to Cynthia 's favor, and she pulled him out of her, the condom hanging thick on his member. Thank goodness, she wouldn't want to risk it with a person like this.She sighed in relief as she got off the bed and went straight into the bathroom. She peed, cleaned herself up and walked back out. "That was amazing!!" He exclaimed, still out of breath, laying on the bed. "Yeah, it definitely was. I really clearly enjoyed it." She rolled her eyes. The sarcasm in he
The house was perfect.The owner came home late yesterday, so he wasn't able to see her like the agent told him yesterday.His gaze wandered around the surrounding as he stood there. He had been shown around yesterday by the agent, but he couldn't help but marvel at the house. It stood at two stories with tall windows and porches—and detailed ornamentation that almost bordered on over-the-top.It was fairly simple, rectangular-shaped with flat roofs that protruded quite far out from the exterior walls. The windows were tall, skinny and rounded at the top, and there was trim, trim and more trim. It even featured a square cupola that rose out of the center of the house, adding to the Tuscan villa feel.It looked old but he wanted to live here, he didn't know why but he felt a deep desire, a deep connection with this house. Maybe because of the name he saw, but all he knew was that he wanted to live here. He paused at the entrance for a few minutes, mentally preparing himself, before p
His eyes flew open and he pushed himself away from the wall. He knew from looking in the mirror in the hotel room how the light above his head must be delineating.He had dark circles around his eyes, summoning all the energy he could muster to quickly rejected any sympathy or pity she might begin to have for him. "I'm okay." He said."You look awful!" Way to state the obvious.He looked at her warily. She sounded rather detached, not as sympathetic as he had expected her to be. "Are you employed?""I'm on sick leave, in three months I have decided to go back to the oil company I first worked in." He said. "Y—""Look I'll sign a lease for three months but I give you the payment for six, if I leave midsummer, you shouldn't have any trouble getting new tenants, college freshmen would be arriving by then and you would definitely find many females looking for a place to rent."Observing him subtly she responded, "You are a very stubborn man, that's admirable. Do you want to see the ap
The daycare center was painted light blue, its sign lettered in green, red and blue with a border of rose flowers.Standing on the pavement just outside the daycare, Cynthia was in a serious argument with a rascal looking man.Kylas stopped by the corner and watched her. She was wearing a leather skirt and a black hoodie with her hair thrown in a rough bun. She looked really beautiful.Kylas's gaze moved to the man she was arguing with. At first sight from his spiked black hair to his black jeans that were too tight for him and his black leather jackets, the first thing that came to his mind was the typical biker dude. Observing further, he noticed there were no chains, no skull of crossbones on the back of the jacket and no motorbike. Kylas heaved a sigh at the positive tendencies; although it did not dispel his dislike for him at all.He moved a little closer to them, shamelessly eavesdropping on their conversation."...Saw you at the hotel two nights ago." He heard the young man
Hmm, this is hilarious, you mean you hate me when you were thirteen? CCommonwhat exactly have I done to you??Please leave my sight. I hate you. I don't want to get close to you again you liar. Immediately kylas left there and was going home with grooves everything was not on his side he thought the world was against him. On his way back home, he meet a pretty lady who was highly attractive; putting on a white crop top and a pink boom shirt with transparent eyeglasses, and a pink handbag. This lady was standing beside the road opposite a ShopRite supermarket. Then kylas was waooo….., This is what is called beauty her height, color, and body shape are charming. Should I approach her??Will she give me attention? Am I up to her level?? Kylas asks himself this question in silence. And this lady was steering at him as he walked towards her direction. Kylas I'm a guy not just a guy but a handsome young man. If I talk to her and she does not answer me well, I pass away. Hello, b