"The shut down of AL Group of Companies has been a mystery and shock to the public as the sudden disappearance of the Martinez's had also been a big blow and after so many years, The CEO of AL companies, Appa Alice Martinez has been declared dead by the police in a fire after a careful investigation while the disappearance of Damien Martinez remained unknown....!" "Dean, switch off that television this minute!!" a loud voice shouted from a distance and five tiny fingers immediately grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV, and laid down on the large couch while hugging a teddy bear tightly to his chest and shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep as the clicking sound of footsteps could be heard and soon, a young lady came out from the hall with a little girl in her arms. The girl giggled at the kid lying on the couch as the man put her down and scrolled over to the couch. "Dean?" She called in a warning tone and t

"Dean, who is at the door!?" Mystique's loud voice came from the inside. "Daddy?!" The young child passed with uncertainty but when the man outside his doorstep lifted his head and gazed into his eyes that bared so much familiarity, Little Dean's heartbeat fastly beneath his chest and he slammed the door shut. Mystique came out from the kitchen with a towel wiping her hands clean to find her son standing there with his back pressed against the door, his hand clenched tightly on his chest while he stared blankly as if he had just encountered a ghost outside his doorstep. "Dean, what is it, who is at the door?" Mystique asked worriedly seeing her son's actions as she advanced. "He's at the door!" The young boy muttered to himself. "Who is at door?" Mystique grilled again as she was now standing in front of him. "Daddy" The boy revealed in a whisper and Mystique

Unconsciously she smiled as a warm sensation raced through her. Still, with her eyes closed, she held the soft pillow tightly but instead of softness, she was met with a hard yet soft and warm surface. Since when did her pillow become this hard yet so warm and comfortable. Unconsciously, her hands moved on their own, tracing everywhere just to make sure it was her pillow.  "Keep touching me and you'll regret it" a deep husky voice rang in her ears and her eyes jerk opened and instantly met the orbs of her husband of almost a year now. Mystique consciously smiled as she moved closer to that warmth that was raging from the other person. "Good morning" she uttered in a low soft tone as she slowly shut her eyes but the other person didn't buy it as he suddenly hovered over her which made Mystique open her eyes. "What," she asked lazily with fluttering eyes. "I want you!" Damien burst out gazing down