"Mom, these days women are attracted to bad boys. Us good guys end up being just friends, nothing more or less," the young man replied as he washed his mug. He was tall, muscular, handsome, successful, and wealthy. He was the heir to his father's business empire and had captivating eyes and a well-defined face.
"Well, it's their loss. The right woman will come along, so just relax," his mother advised. "By the way, where's dad? It's been three days since I last saw him," he asked. "He went to Los Angeles for business," Xara explained, as his younger sister came down the stairs. "Good morning, mom. Hey, bro," she greeted as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Alyona, when did you come home?" he asked, giving her a hug. "A couple of days ago," she answered, taking a sip from her mug. "Are you and Zac doing okay?" he asked. Every time she came home, it seemed like her boyfriend had done or said something to hurt her.“He good,”
Liar.
"Hey, Ida asked about you yesterday. When was the last time you talked to her?" she asked.
"Um, I don't know how long ago it was," he clarified.
"She wants to see you; just give her a call and hang out like old times. Don't worry, she won't bite," she said with a smirk as she walked up the stairs.
"Say hi to Giada and Jax when they come back from their trip," he said, kissing his mom on the temple.
"I will, and stay safe. Your dad complains that he never hears from you, so give him a call regularly," she told him.
"I will, mom. See you later," he said as he walked out with his bag. He came to spend weekends with his family and relax.
After the miscarriage, Xara and Kai had three more children. In her early 50s, Xara still looked beautiful as ever. You wouldn't believe she was in her fifties except for her gray hair.
Alianna and Neo had two amazing children, while Penny and Lyle were blessed with five kids. It's no wonder these couples had such a large number of children, considering their deep affection for kids.
"Why does Ida want to meet up with me?"
"I can't even remember the last time we had a conversation. " Elon thought to himself while driving to the office.
He reminded himself of what Aly had said about catching up with old friends and made a mental note to give his friend a call when he had more free time.
"Alyona, my love, please listen to what I have to say. I apologize for my actions; it was wrong of me. I honestly can't explain why I did it, I beg for your forgiveness."
"I'm tired of your constant belittlement, Zac," Aly continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "My success has nothing to do with my family's wealth. It's the result of my hard work and dedication. Yet, you seem to find ways to diminish my accomplishments."
"Babe, I am sorry, please," he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes met hers, filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored her own.
"You know what? I've got a big gig coming up this week," Yana continued, her voice hardening slightly. "Have your driver drop the rest of my stuff at the address I'll give you. I've got my own place now."
Zac's heart sank. He knew this was coming, but the reality of it hit him like a punch to the gut. He had been too focused on his own insecurities and had failed to appreciate the incredible woman by his side.
"Babe, are you breaking up with me?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Alyona hesitated, her eyes searching for his. "Oh no, I just want to be in my space," she said finally, her voice softening slightly. "Maybe you might appreciate me more if I don't appear too clingy to you."
She reached for her bag, her movements resolute. With a final, lingering glance at Zac, she turned and walked away, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and a lingering sense of regret.
"Alyona," Zac called out as she rushed towards the door, her arms laden with bags.
"Zac, I am running late, please. I'd call you so we could meet up for lunch. Is that okay with you?" She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
Zac nodded, his heart heavy with a mixture of pride and worry. "Yes, please." He watched as Alyona pecked him on the lips, her touch as light as a feather. "See you soon," she said, her voice full of promise.
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~“ Hello?” Ida spoke on the phone.“ Hey,” he casually responded.“ Your secret admirer,” Elon replied, his voice playfully disguised.
“ Oh, your voice sounds familiar. It sounds like—never mind. Mr secret admirer, may I know your name please?” Sara politely asked.
“ Who does my voice sound like?” Elon pressed, keeping up the charade.
“ Someone who was dear to my heart. We lost touch, even though I am friends with his sister, pardon my ranting. May I please know your name?
Please?” Ida pleaded, her voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.
Elon was actually having fun with this disguise.
“ Hello?” Ida spoke again, her voice laced with a hint of impatience.
“ Well, I’d love to withhold my identity for now,” Elon teased, enjoying the mystery.
“ Why, it would actually be nice to know the name of my secret admirer,” Ida persisted, her voice laced with a playful challenge.
"There's no fun in that, that's why it's called a secret admirer," he smirked, his voice laced with amusement.
"Fine, fine you win," she conceded, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "As much as I enjoyed talking to you, I've got to go. I have a date," she sighed, her voice heavy with disappointment.
"You ain't looking forward to it?" he inquired, his tone laced with concern.
"It's just a business date, with a bunch of dudes crushing on me...urgh," she grumbled, her voice filled with disdain.
"You're lucky at least they don't friend zone you, their intentions are pretty clear," he pointed out, trying to lighten the mood.
"What's fun about that? All you get are lust-filled men. They want sex and I want----" she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.
"Something real," they both said in unison, their voices echoing the same longing for genuine connection.
"You're in the same boat huh?" she asked.
"Oh no, quite opposite," he replied, shaking his head. "They want friendship, friends with benefits and all that shit. Honestly, I am tired of that. I need something genuine," he confessed, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and yearning.
"Don't worry, you'd find that special someone. It's just a matter of time," she advised, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement.
"Well, Mr. Secret Admirer...I have to go. I'd call you once I am done with the meeting, thanks for the call...bye," she said, her voice trailing off as she ended the call.
As she hung up, a lingering smile played on her lips. Even though she didn't know her secret admirer's identity, his words had touched her, resonating with her own desire for a genuine connection. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this anonymous caller, something that hinted at a deeper understanding and a shared desire for something real.
Elon, lost in his thoughts, stood at the balcony of his office, gazing out at the sprawling cityscape below. The vibrant hues of the sunset painted the sky in a mesmerizing spectacle, reflecting the energy and dynamism of the city that never sleeps. As the last rays of sunlight faded, giving way to a twilight sky dotted with stars, Elon remained oblivious to the presence of his assistant, Imelda, who had been patiently waiting behind him.
"Sir," Imelda called out softly, her voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the city's hum. No response.
"Sir?!" she tried again, her voice slightly louder this time, but still laced with respect.
Elon's reverie was finally broken by the sound of Imelda's voice. He turned to face her, his expression momentarily blank as he struggled to regain his bearings. "What is it, Imelda?" he inquired, his voice slightly raspy from disuse.
Imelda, suppressing a chuckle at his forgetfulness, rolled her eyes playfully and reminded him, "Sir, you sent for me to get the schedule we had for today."
Elon's face flushed slightly as he realized his absentmindedness. "Oh, right," he muttered, feeling a pang of guilt for wasting Imelda's time. "So, what do we have for today?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Alyona's voice held a hint of apprehension as she inquired about Elon's call. Ida, seated elegantly with her legs crossed, took a sip of her coffee, her captivating light blue/green eyes sparkling. "Oh no, instead I got a call from a secret admirer," she confessed, a blush coloring her cheeks. Alyona's surprise was evident in her raised eyebrows. "That's—that's a new one. What did he say his name was?" She asked, intrigued by this unexpected development. Ida's lips curled into a playful smile as she replied, "He didn't say; he said he was a secret admirer and was withholding his name for now." Her giggle echoed through the room, adding to the mystery surrounding the caller. Alyona couldn't help but tease her friend. "Ah, I guess Mr-secret-admirer blew you off your feet; that's why you're all smiling today." Ida rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, come on. Don't I smile regularly?" she countered, taking another sip of her coffee. Alyona chuckled. "Urgh, tell that to the dogs," she reto
"Come on, Brynn," King encouraged his younger sister. King Bryant, the attractive and charming middle child of Alianna and Neo Bryant, looked like a stunning male model. He was tall, with a height of 6'5 ft, well-defined arms, a toned physique, and a tan complexion. He truly embodied male attractiveness and always caught people's attention. Brynn resisted and said that she couldn't break her promise to Giada and go with you to your fashion show event. "Alright, sure. Would you consider joining me at the fashion show? I really hope you do," King begged. King, who was a second-year student studying fashion merchandising at Long Island University in Brooklyn, New York, had a strong love for his chosen field. "What is it that you want us to do?" "Be my models. I just created a new design, and I need you girls to be my models," he explained with enthusiasm. "Bu-bu-but." "Can you do this one thing for me, just this one time? Please," he begged while crossing his fi
“But it was hilarious how she just left your side and introduced Danny as her new boyfriend." Ida burst out laughing. Stella. He had a crush on her, and she was his first love. He expected her to accept his proposal in front of the audience, but she humiliated him. She remained silent while spending his money, and she remained silent while boasting about his father's wealth. When he asked her out, she never responded. All she told him was to wait until she was ready, but that day never came. All he got was heartbreak. “Elon?” Ida called, drawing his attention to her. “I'm sorry I zoned out. So, who's the man in your life now?” he asked gently, cutting his steak. Man? “There's no man, Elon. I'm still single and searching,” she smiled at him. “More like single and not interested in any other man. Ida, I know you've been rejecting suitors coming your way.” “They aren't my specs, Elon,” she confided in him. She knew he was going to ask what she wanted in a man, and she was mentall
"How are things at work and with Zac?” Zeke inquired of his best friend. Alyona was two years younger than Zeke. Since middle school, they've been best friends. They dated for a couple of years in high school and then in college, but they had to call it quits when things didn't work out. Nobody but him and Ida were aware of her new job as a stylist. She was content to keep it that way for a while before informing the others. “Work is going well, and I haven't seen Zac in a few days.” She turned to face him, her head raised. He had lovely blue eyes and a sensual smile. Unfortunately, our emotions faded. He's more mature now, and he's everything I want in a man, but I have no feelings for him. And, to top it all off, he has a lovely girlfriend, and that makes me happy for him. She gave him a friendly grin. “What's going on inside your pretty little head? And are you certain that you and Zac are on good terms? You seemed relieved that you wouldn't see him for a few days. “Is it wrong
“Lorenzo? Kenzie?” Xara was taken aback when she noticed them on her doorstep. She hadn't seen them in years. She let Lorenzo go to start his own life after moving back in with her husband, though it was a difficult decision for her to make. It was past time for him to start his own family. “Hey, Xara,” Lorenzo said, hugging her. “Pardon my manners; come in,” she said as she ushered people in. She was the only one at home at the time. Giada and Jax had gone to see a movie with their friends, and Kai had gone out for drinks with his friends. “How have you been?” She invited them to take a seat and placed a bottle of wine on the table in front of them while she waited for an answer. “We've been good, just trying to figure out how to be good parents.” Kenzie sipped from her glass. “Ah, teenagers and their problems. Don't be too hard on yourself; you'll get the hang of it. And how's the family business going, or have you both retired?" He was referring to the Mafia. After parting ways
“Hey, it's been a while since I last heard from you,” Ida answered. “I've been busy with work; how are you, by the way?” he inquired. “I've been better; just a few meetings here and there. So tell me, Mr-secret-admirer, what have you been up to besides admiring me?” She asked as there was a knock on her door. Her secretary entered the office and dropped off a bouquet of money—yeah, you read right—a bouquet of money instead of the normal flowers. That wasn't all; there was red velvet cake, a box of M&M's, and the latest iPhone 13 Pro Max. There was a small note pinned to the package, which read: “Hope you enjoy your surprise." From: Your Secret Admirer. He waited at the end of the line as she asked him to do while she unboxed her present. She was lost for words. No one had ever surprised her that way, and it wasn't even her birthday or an occasion worth celebrating. “Cat got your tongue?” Mr. A asked, sipping from his coffee mug. “I'm just overwhelmed; thank you so much for thi
Giada and Brynn had begun their modeling career with one of the biggest fashion houses in Brooklyn. King was their costume designer and had an assistant to fill in for him each time he was caught up with school. Aly was their manager and styled them as well, since that was the same fashion house she was employed at. Balancing both jobs was hectic, but she had the hang of it and was doing a great job. Both girls were getting the hype both on social media and at school as well. “That's a wrap,” their photographer added after the photoshoot. Giada was done with her session and was waiting for Brynn in their trailer. “ That's it for today; we will see you on Friday,” Helen told them as Brynn and Alyona walked towards their trailer. It had been a stressful day for all of them. All they wanted was to get some food and rest. “ Is that all for today?" Giada asked her sister as she walked into the trailer with her friend. “ Yes, it is,” Brynn answered, gulping down a bottle of water. Alyona
“ So how's your love life going? Have you found whom you're looking for?” Elon asked Ida over lunch. “ I'm still searching, though I've been talking to someone,” she blushed while sipping her juice. “ Tell me more. Who's the lucky guy?" He winked at her. He loved the way her eyes lit up while she spoke about her secret admirer. At a point in time, he just wanted to blurt out that he was her secret admirer, but, hey, where was the fun in that? “ Seems like a great guy. He's lucky to have a wonderful woman like you. It's good he found what he wanted and went for it, unlike me, who didn't cherish love and lost it," he confessed. “ I-um, so what about you? Anyone yet?” She asked, trying to change the topic at hand. “ The woman I want wants another man, as usual, but I'd be fine and hope to find another.” “ You will; you're a nice person with a great sense of humor. Not forgetting a wonderful personality. Your partner is out there somewhere. Don't stop searching.” she advised. “ I w