While people got drowned in lust and horror, the two men rocking their crisp suits clicked their heels out the massive building, stretching into the sky. Their fierce gaze stared ahead.
"So that was King they rushed into that ambulance?"
"You were there, Hanord?"
Their smooth chiseled faces met and they halted in front of a black luxury car.
"Why are you glaring at me, Kelvin?" Hanord averted his eyes from the harsh glare.
Kelvin adjusted his suit, then loosened a button, exposing his hard chest. "Why didn't you take him there when you saw him?" He got into the car.
"I wasn't really there per say." Hanord joined him at the backseat. You see, I was dropping my woman off that street when we saw the worried faces of the teachers."
As the car rolled onto the busy road, Kelvin gazed out the tinted window. With his back resting on the backrest of the leather seat, he shut his eyes briefly, interlocking his fingers on his lap.
Hanord cautiously glanced at the silent Kelvin and shook his head. "Your silence is more like a ticking bomb, Kelvin. Speak up please. You know I hate the feeling of your calmness."
"I've ordered for everyone present to taste the stale smell of prison for two months."
"What?!"
"Yeah." Kelvin casually glanced at Hanord whose eyes were wide open, then squeezed it shut again. "New and competent teachers should be around my son, not some fucking dildos!"
"Wow! That's…extreme, Kelvin."
"Extreme? I've just started with that school and that doctor Smith who is adamant on finding the right donor for my son."
Hanord took in a shallow breath. "You know I advised you to–"
"You advised me to accept one of those inferiors, and you think I would condone such a downgraded idea? Are you high this morning, Hanord?!"
Hanord swallowed hard, dragging his eyes off the dark gaze of Kelvin's blazing eyes.
******
Meanwhile in a long hallway, a young woman wearing coveralls stood, facing a blonde. The two young women tore apart as a gurney is wheeled by three young men in scrubs. A man covered in his blood gushing out a huge gash in his throat, squirmed on the gurney, groaning wildly with every attack from the fierce pain.
With one glance at the doctors, the young women drew closer to each other, continuing from where they stopped, but then again jumped out of the way when another gurney; with a doctor doing CPR on an elderly woman; closed in on them.
"Stay out of the way, Syntia!" A doctor in a lab coat stopped in front of the young woman wearing an coveralls, his eyes narrowed. "Make sure I don't see you two gossiping on this path again, or.. be ready to empty your lockers for good this time!" He jabbed his finger at them then shoved it into his pants pocket.
"We'll go to the rooftop next time, director. We're very sorry."
"That is the only thing you're good at, feeling sorry for your pathetic lives! An homeless beggar is far more worthy than an incompetent low trash!"
The doctor scowled at Syntia as she stepped in front of him, clutching a mob stick in her left hand. The other young woman and several others watched Syntia run her sharp gaze up and down the doctor's towering figure.
"You dare ruin my nose? How dare you stand in my face?!"
"I've tolerated you enough, doctor Magnus."
"You have?" He scoffed.
"Just because I refused to suck your finger dick doesn't give you the damn right to talk trash about me!"
A gasp erupted from the mouths of the onlookers. The doctor glanced around the crowd now forming in groups as they chattered away indistinctively.
"You're fired this minute!"
"No, Doctor Magnus, I quit!" She hurled the mob stick next to the doctor's foot, jerking everyone present by the sudden (search for the sound later).
"Syntia please.. hold on a sec. You shouldn't let him get into your head; you know he's a scumbag."
"I'm done with his shit, Franca! I just wanna get the hell out of here to get some fresh air, away from his foul stench!"
Franca watched Syntia stripped off the coveralls and sprinted out of their bulging eyes.
Later still, she stormed out of the hospital, almost colliding with Hanord and Kelvin.
"Who's that deranged bitch with such… such a nice smell and such a hot body?" Enjoying the taste of his lips, Kelvin stared ahead, following Syntia's back until she disappeared from his gaze.
"Your son is inside and you're here lusting after that girl? I thought you don't deal with such standard?"
He took in a deep breath. "I might reconsider, Hanord."
"What's that?"
"I might have been missing a lot from that dark ocean. Damn! Can you imagine that body under my sheets, screaming, 'sir, please… slow, slow down… it hurts.' Fuck!" He turned to face Hanord whose jaw slackened. "Your job is to find out everything you know about that girl. After clearing things in here, you drop all information on my desk."
"You're crazy, man!"
"Crazy is my middle name, Hanord… That is why my son loves me to death."
Hanord scoffed. "Loves you to death? Oh please! Let's just get to him and–" He halted abruptly as they got closer to the doctor's…
Noticing his friend's footsteps had stopped, Kelvin stopped as well, his brow knotted, studying Hanord's uneasiness.
"You know one crazy thing, Kelvin?"
"What is it that's got your pants all wet?"
"That girl who almost bumped into us…"
Sighing heavily, Kelvin folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah..? What about her?"
"I got a good glimpse at her, and I just remembered how tightened my chest felt."
"Like you said, Hanord, we should get to my boy. Off with whatever it is you–"
"Do you think she's perhaps little King's…Mom?"
"King's what?"
Shifting his weight awkwardly, Hanord swallowed. "I swear to God, that resemblance is striking, Kelvin."
Silence dropped down, sucking every sound from all corners in the hospital. Both men stood rigid at the spot, just staring at one another without batting their eyelids.
Getting to a rundown street under the clear blue sky, the scowling Syntia burst through the front door of a ramshackle multi-storey building. Ignoring the greetings of other tenants smoking and going out with their daily lives, Syntia jogged up the railingless staircase, furiously rolling up her knitted sweater. "I don't just get it. Why on earth would these ugly old men go after young girls their granddaughter's age? Why?" She shoved her hand into her leather purse- its rough surface peeling off like the walls of the building. "How many fucking jobs now? Gosh! I'm so pissed right now to the point of running back there to chop off his little dick and shove it up his craggy mouth! Motherfucker!" As though growing impatient, fishing for something as she stood in front of a frail wooden door, Syntia kicked the door hard, it rattled a bit then went still. She uprooted a bunch of rusty keys from her purse, then inserted a key into the lock. With a shaggy click, the door swung open. "Wher
"Mm-hmm. But…" He swept his eyes searchingly around the office." Where's Nana, Daddy? I told Miss Gloria I wanted Nana's bear hugs." As he pouted, his head drooped. Kelvin ruffled his son's silky hair, its richness was identical to his. "I told you your Nana can't be disturbed for now until she gets better." "I know… But I still miss her." "How many nights did I say she would be back for?" "Eight…" He held his little hands up and started counting his fingers while they watched him with a grin slowly growing on their lips. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight. Eight nights more, Daddy." "Very good, King!" Blinking hard, King's cheeks turned red. He glanced at his father towering on his body still laying flat on the examination table. "Can we go now, Daddy?" "Uhh, not sure about that, son." "I don't like coming here! It makes me puke all the time!" Scowling at his father, King folded his arms around his chest. "Hey, little man. How are you feeling now?" Smith ging
In King's classroom at Elite Kiddies Lounge, colorful balloons filled the large space. The atmosphere reeked of giggles and laughter from the lively kids and their parents. At one corner of the classroom, Hanord followed the lustful eyes of Kelvin as they fixed on a young woman's backside, all the way out the open double doors. "Did you see that girl?" "We're here for father and parents time with their kids, not to haunt for girls!" Hanord muttered through gritted teeth. "Doing some window shopping isn't that bad. I should–" He leaned next to Kelvin's ear, shutting him up. "Look around you, Kelvin, you are in your son's classroom for fuck's sake. Jeez! Control your libido for just a moment." Eyeing Hanord, Kelvin grunted deeply. "Today, no chasing of skirts, yeah? Don't disgrace the little guy." He glanced at little King pouting as though ready to cry any minute. King shared a sad glance with Hanord, his eyes wet and shaky. A little girl wearing pigtails held a plate of cookies
In that candle lit room, bare chested and in his boxers, Hanord sat cross legged on a rug at the foot of his bed, staring into space. The hard beat of his heart could crack and even damage a wall. As he sank deeper into his thoughts, that fresh after shower smell wafted through his nostrils, stiffening his body. "You look lost, baby. What is it this time, uh?" That soft voice showered on him like sprinkles from the heavy turned-on shower. The slender woman's hand waving in his face was blurry to his sight, until that tap on his shoulder. Reaching for his face, with a start, Hanord's head snapped. Orange glow from the flickering candles danced across the young woman's face. Realizing it was his wife, as he stared hard at her, his face contorted. Wearing a short nightgown with her bare nipples looking straight at Hanord, she crouched down in front of his face. "Is it a woman, Hanord? Did you cheat on me again this time?" "What?" Confusion washed over his face. Natasha, Hanord's wif
In the cozy room, her moans filled the room as she twitched. When she thought bathing herself in that honey state in front of the public would be the end, it was only but the beginning of her troubles. That mystery man tormenting her mind, was hard to push away. With that view, on a large couch, the soft but smooth muscular figure lifted Syntia's legs above his broad shoulders, then spread them apart. Swallowing hard, she watched him settle between her thighs. "I'm starting to get addicted to pink, Syntia. Fuck!" Syntia's cheeks flushed when he lowered his head, studying her exposed pussy entrance. The hungry grin playing on his lips made her melt into liquid. With great struggles, she tried to put his blurry face together but it seemed like a heavy task each time he tampered with her body. "I don't think we should. We--" "Shh!" Shushing, Syntia's shuddering naked body pinned beneath him, with his finger pressed against her lips, she felt his hand caressing hidden parts of her b
The whistling of the wind outside was almost deafening as it swept through the empty space, rustling Adam's hair. He unstrapped King's car seat, and then scooped him into his arms. King's head rested on his chest, but his legs flailed wildly. "I want--I want popsicles, uncle Adam. Get me one, please. Daddy isn't being nice to me today." "King, I know you want it now, but you need to listen to your Daddy. Your doctor friend wants you to--" "No! I want it now! Nana will–will--" Sighing deeply, Adam stroked the little boy's back as he watched his face crumpled like a handkerchief. Facing the sturdy skyscraper, his phone rang. With one hand firmly holding little King, Adam shoved the other into his pocket, rooting his phone out. From the other end, a grey haired woman in an elegant white gown idly sat in a rocking chair, her legs crossed, facing a huge fireplace with a wide mantle. She watched intently as the fire crackled. The glowing flame illuminates the dimly lit room. Behind her,
Right outside Diamond mall, thunder rumbled as lightning crackled down, illuminating the tarred road, with rain pattering furiously. At the parking lot, Adam unfastened King from his car seat. The happy little boy skipped as they entered the well lit mall. Shoppers turned and stared lovingly at the cute and adorable little boy gripping Adam's hand as they found their way in. "What flavor would you like to have, King? They have lots here." With a smile, Adam playfully stroked King's chubby cheek. "Hmm…" Little King pinched his chin and tilted his head back slightly, deep in thought. Adam chuckled lightly, noticing the loving eyes on the boy. Everyone stopped and stared at the adorable child laughing ecstatically and doing a happy dance as he gazed at the popsicles displayed in front of them. "I want that… that… that…" King licked his lips. Leaning against a shelf, Adam stood beside the little boy. Then his phone rang. He quickly shoved his hand in his pocket, he froze, staring at
Right in an elegant, modern suite, on the highest floor of the hotel, Kelvin stripped himself bare, then strolled into an exquisite bathroom seeping sweet smell. He stood under a showerhead, lather his body and let the lukewarm water cascade down his glass skin. The steam rose, dimming the view as he showered. Now, all done. He slipped into a bathrobe, dialed a number and poured his thunderous voice through. His face contorted with fury. "I'm gonna fucking kill you with my bare hands! How dare--" A soft knock on the door, trailed his voice. Kelvin gazed at the door, furrowing his brow. His jaw clenched. Out in the hallway, a quivering figure, drenched from head down, stood by the door. When they turned their faces toward their view; it was Adam. He chewed his nails nervously. Inside the suite, Kelvin pressed a button on the smooth wooden nightstand beside the neatly made bed covered with a comforter. Beside the bed, a red toy train and other colourful toys were neatly placed in a