17Nicholas RussellEmma buried her head in my chest, making me smirk.She wasn’t the kind to be shy thus, making her like this was quite rare. This was cute however, thinking of the fact that she kept something so delicate from me was scary.When the doctor told me those words, it made me feel lost. It reminded me of the familiar feeling that passed my chest when my wife left me... I abhorred every inch of that feeling because there was nothing for me, in it.So painful...Unnerving and heart wrenching...Her yawn brought me from my thoughts. The sun in the bright sky was starting to set. And it looked like it was going to rain anytime soon. Walking with her in the hospital arena wasn’t something I planned.I wanted the opposite of this for her. Especially with knowing that she might not be here soon.“Gosh, I’m so tired.” she said, stretching while I arched a brow at her.“So,” I started, “Will you tell me the reason you kept something big as this from me?”“What was I meant
Nicholas Russell “Hello, yeah, speak.” I took a phone call as I drove the car down Nevada town. “Sir we just spotted your ex-wife in Nevada’s airport, from her coordination she seems to be making her way to you.” One of my movie crew members, said to me leaving me wide-eyed, “What? How’s that, are you... sure about what you saw?” I asked with a fierce grip on the steering wheel bringing Emma’s attention, she stared at me curiously at what was happening. “Yes sir, I thought to inform you so there won’t be surprises.” “Okay, thanks for the information,” I said. “One more thing sir- her luggage it seemed she’ll be staying for a while.” “Really? That’s strange. Thanks for the call, Reuben.” “It’s nothing, sir, one more thing though, she seemed-“ I hung up so I didn’t leave Emma curious any longer. The last thing I needed was her worrying about her state. “Everything okay?” She asked, from her seat only for me to nod a ‘yes’. “Just business call on the movie ratings and some othe
[Skye Canyon, Las Vegas] Nicholas Russell To me, love is hopeless. It’s like waiting for a thousand dead roses to bloom again with slim chances. Almost the same as the thought that no matter what you do, or how long you invest in it, the rose remains dead. Therefore, love is full of lies, deceit, and cheating. Ever since my divorce, that feeling is a no-go area for me. Otherwise, why will I be in bed with three women I felt nothing for? Women who were desperate, too anxious as I slipped a condom around my tool, to fuck the shit out of them. They were actresses seeking roles in my star movie. Pressing one’s boobs, I was currently fingering the other who moaned my name. The third actress bounced her rounded bum on my dick, twirling around it while I slammed into her, without mercy ripping her walls apart. The Queen-sized bed rocked erratically as I thumped into the actress’ cunt with her staring at me desperately, with her mascara-stained eyes which were teary. The other two
Emma Starr “Excuse me?” I let out, wriggling my brows and wondering how many women fell for those lines he just used. Right from when this famous movie producer rented the entire lake, I just felt something in me flip. I mean there could be families willing to come here, only for a condescending billionaire to stop them? All shades of wrong. Here was I, thinking of these, with Nicholas Russell resting his biceps on the kiosk’s surface and tucking his index finger in a cream. I gave an open-mouthed expression as he licked it, staring at his almond-brown hair which was gelled to the back and packed with a hairstring. There was just something about the way his tongue and thin lips, twirled around his finger cause it was a big turn-on. It made me wonder. Did this devil know what he was doing? “You heard me correctly.” he smartly retorted. “I suppose I don’t have to repeat myself, or else you want me too and I might just be doing that in bed, sweetheart.” “W-What bed? Do you think
Emma Starr A brief knock on my door brought me to reality. “Who is it?” I stood up, walking to my doorstep to see an envelope slid under. Narrowing my eyes, I picked it up. It was sealed with a gold stamp and neatly wrapped making me knit my brows as I opened it. “Dear Emma Starr,” It wrote. “We got your application to work as a governess in the Country Club’s house of billionaires. I must say, we were impressed by your outstanding experience and decided to hire you as a manager of our staff. Feel free to begin tomorrow! Yours, Management. I stared blankly standing on my spot entirely shocked. Couldn’t believe I just got a real salary job. “Oh, my goodness... oh my goodness!” I jumped up excitedly, re-reading the letter over and over again. “Thank God! Yes!! Yes, yes, yes!” Little did I know. My life complications began. ------------------------------------------------- Five years later. “My niece is coming back today,” The owner of the country club let out, with pride
4 Nicholas Russell “Nicholas! You finally arrived with your team!” My uncle Henry let out, welcoming me. “Hello uncle, how have you been?” I asked, giving them a brief hug as he replied. “All good, son. Let’s go in!” He motioned to my crew, waving his hands toward them. “Come on along, your rooms have already been prepared just like Nicholas asked.” “Thank you, Mr. Henry!” The luggage, portmanteau, and devices were all carried inside by the working staff. I removed my black glasses studying the view as soon as I was in my suite. It’s been years and some developments were done, following the installation of new seats beside the swimming pool outside with a beach umbrella shade. “Emma…” I muttered with a recall of how beautiful she looked today. Her jet-black hair had a bit of curl, and her white teeth, and the intensity I felt whenever she came around. After that one-night stand, I went back to being the same billionaire. One who chased women and made them spread their legs.
Emma Starr “Are you crazy?” My best friend, Morticia said over the phone. “You’re looking for adoptive parents for a child that has a father?” “I need someone that won’t make him miss me. His dad is far from that, following the fact that he’s been getting on my nerve ever since his return.” “Wish I could help, somehow...” she replied, as I took some cabbage putting it in the shopping cart. I went for the cheaper items because that was what I could afford. “Help raise him?” I bit my lower lips, desperately asking her. This wasn’t the first time I did. “That will be awesome.” “Hell no, I can’t even raise myself to talk less of a kid.” Morticia was a redhead. I met her in this neighborhood at a community party which we both volunteered helping services for. Since then, we became close and inseparable. “God. What do I do now?” I ran my hands through my hair, as I walked to a store to get foodstuff. “Didn’t you say his father showed up in town?” “He did, but he’s hurling money
Emma Starr We got to my house, only to see three paparazzi with their cameras. It seemed like they were already waiting for me. I gulped, glaring at Nicholas. Why did he have to be this famous? “Great, how do we go in now?” I wriggled my brows. Clenching his fists, he hit his hands on his steering wheel, “I will try to find a way, baby.” Nicholas drove in slowly as we studied the entire place. My neighbors were peeking to see what was happening. As if that wasn’t enough, Nicholas had announced me to be his bride-to-be. I wondered if it has reached publication yet... Bringing out my phone, I checked only to see my picture with today’s outfit. The headline read: [Nicholas Russell announces Emma Starr as his Bride-To-Be. Turns out they had a son all along! What could they be hiding?] “Look here, they already made news from it!” I exclaimed, bringing the phone forth so Nicholas could see it. “How fast can they be?” I mean they already settled in my neighborhood, so what were the