He couldn't believe that he was finally inside her and she was so tight that he could feel himself not lasting any longer. "Fuck baby! Relax a little bit please" he pleaded with his broken voice, he could feel every fiber of his body awakening, dancing to the pleasure of her warm walls around him. He pulled out and he was coming already, he held his manhood and cursed as he shot his cum on her bare core before him, just one stroke inside her and he was coming! He couldn't believe himself, he caught her staring at him with her lips between her teeth, this was all needed to make him hard again. He approached her again and held her tiny waist, and thrust in again this time they both cursed as her nails digged in his flesh, "Breathe, breathe sweetie, everything is good, just breathe and relax" he was coaxing her, "It's…it's too big" she complained biting on his shoulder as he kept thrusting deeper. "You can't blame me, I've been waiting for this moment for ages" he responded proudly. Yes

After hours of sulking alone, his private jet finally landed in the very same country that had stressed him out before he left. Soon he was escorted out of the airport with a queue of cars. "Where are we heading to sir?" Asked Rafael, "Home," he knew at some point he would have to face them and end this misunderstanding between them. He leaned back on the head rest, covering his eyes with his forearm, the thoughts of Aileen and their night together never leaving him. Just why did she have to leave? This made him so angry. "Sir, you need to take a look at this!" Rafael shoved an iPad to him, he lazily brought it up to his eye level to see. However the moment the content displayed he sat up abruptly, his eyes widening in surprise " When did this happen?" He murmured. Why wasn't he aware or even informed about it? "I have no clue sir, all I know is that the video is all over the internet now and it has caused quite an uproar" explained Rafael. "This! This woman won't rest until she kill

Leelan crossed his hands on his chest and glared at him "If you don't want to be my father then you are useless here, get lost!" this time he couldn't resist pinching his cheeks. "You, who taught you to speak like this?" Leelan flare his little hands at him "Let go off me! Let me go!" Alan let go of him and ruffled his hair only to earn himself a glare. "You don't talk to your elders that way, alright little man?" He was amused by him, so adorable even when he was angry at him for denying to be his father. "I am my mother's son, nobody tells me what to do, especially not a stranger" he responded, "Huh!" Alan was rendered speechless, now his interest was piqued. He wished to know whom the boy belonged to, just who the hell was his mother? The boy emanated an air of nonchalance at such a young age and amidst all of this he was finding him adorable. "Oy look here, I think you need to go and find your mother now. Not everybody is going to tolerate your rudeness like me, you know." Alan

He called him the moment he entered the room "Are you sure about this, Rafael?" Why was his heart pounding so hard, he can't believe Rafael's nonsense has begun to enter his head already. "Sir, I am strongly sure." He laid on the bed. "Bring me the whole report, I would like to see it with my own eyes." He hung up after hearing a soft knock on the door. "Come in" his sister-in-law walked in and went to place a tray on the table "I brought you fruits" she stated, "Thank you" she came to sit on the bed as well. "About Aileen," she somewhat looked troubled, making Alan thinks that she was still mad at him "I am so sorry Kylie, but trust me I was going to tell you about it, but you didn't pick up then" Kylie gave him a slight side eye stare "Just because you couldn't reach me once then you thought not to do it again" Alan was trapped by his own mess, he pressed his temples "Shit, I was wrong. Please don't hold it against me" he felt guilty, Kylie was that one person who he used to share e

Alan's POV With a heavy sigh I dropped the phone on the bed, I was weirdly concerned about her more than ever now. I feel like she needs me even though she would never tell me that, maybe over her dead body. I turned to face the bedside table where Rafael had placed a file for me, that file contains all the necessary information about Aileen's son. If she knew that I had it then she would've probably hung me alive. But I had no choice but to feed into my curiosity, I needed to know what was going on. And if that fool Rafael is right then the boy might be mine, I feel like laughing at myself thinking of all of this because I know it was impossible. My feet swept to the floor, I reached for the file and started to go through it. The first thing I saw was his picture, her round big eyes and his other facial features. Does this beautiful thing really look like me? My heart swells just at the thought of it, who wouldn't want such an adorable child?I placed the picture down and went throu