At the airport, Lorna together with her son and the father of her son were waiting to board the plane. The man was her boyfriend, together they planned to get a hand on Gordon’s wealth.
She had Gordon wrapped around her fingers and had him sign all his properties to her including his bank account promising to help him get out of jail.
In just a short time, she was able to sell all his properties, amassing substantial money to leave the country. Gordon, a cunning man, had been outsmarted by his young wife. A classic example of you reap what you sow.
Meanwhile in the obstetric and gynecology department
“It’s alright for you to have an intercourse but you can’t get
Later after the wedding, Matthew was starting to carry out what he told Kirsten before the wedding, when an incessant knocking sounded at the door.Matthew sighed in exasperation and got up from the door, muttering to himself, “Who on earth is knocking at this time.”Fireball was looming over his head and was about to explode as he put on his pajamas.Once the door was opened, the little boy bolted towards the bed, leaving Matthew no time to stop him.“Go back to your room.” Matthew ordered as we walked back towards the bed.“Daddy, seemed to forget. We made a bet, didn’t we?” Mark said as he
"Oops! Sorry," Kirsten exclaimed, her blue eyes almost popping out their sockets as the piping hot soup spilled on the handsome man's expensive suit. In a haste and without thinking much, she put down the tray on the floor, grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him into the restroom. "Sorry, sorry," as soon as they reached the restroom, she locked the door and hurriedly stripped the suit jacket from his body. Wasting no time she reached out to unbutton the man's shirt. With her jumbled mind, she wasn't aware of what she was doing. She was way too nervous that her supervisor would see what happened to the customer. Her mouth agape, seeing the man's firm and athletic abdomen already red because of the soup that was spilled on him. With teary eyes, Kirsten looked up at the man. And said, "I'm really sorry sir. I didn't mean it." Her cold dainty fingertips touched the man’s abdomen, inspecting it. Kirsten’s mind was so shrouded by her worries of losing her job that she didn't even
Mr. Rossi had his brow quirk upon seeing Kirsten. She and her friend Sherry Hollander were the two employees in the entire restaurant who never once entered his office. All those five years she worked in his restaurant, she avoided his office like a plague. It was because all who entered his office were going to sell themselves. Mr. Rossi had this shady business going on at his restaurant but only a few people knew about it. Waiters in his restaurant weren’t just servers but they were prostitutes. Nevertheless, he didn’t force anyone to sell themselves. Only those who wanted easy money entered his office. Mr. Rossi was quite surprised to see Kirsten in his office. "Anything, you want to say?" Mr. Rossi spoke after they locked eyes without saying a word. "Umm," Kirsten swallowed a non - existing saliva, her bone dry throat aching. "Spit it out, Ms. Lewis." His Italian accent pronounced as he spoke coldly. Kirsten took a step back, coldness enveloped her whole body as nervousn
"You've got it all wrong, Ms. Lewis. It isn't me but my client who's going to marry you," he said while chuckling. "Who is he?" Kirsten asked with a frown adorning her beautiful face. "I can't tell you," he said, he looked at her tenderly, his nonchalant face before, now filled with concern. "Can you please speak to whoever your boss is. Tell him that I can't marry him until my brother comes out of the hospital." The decisiveness in her tone gave the impression that it was not a request but an imposition. "Okay, let me call him." Mr. Tornwell was about to dial his client’s number but his phone went off. "She's already here," he said without waiting for the man to speak. He nodded his head while listening to the man at the other end of the line. "Ms. Lewis wants the wedding after her brother got discharged from the hospital," he said, holding his breath. Kirsten looked at Mr. Tornwell expectantly, wishing that her unknown groom would agree. Kirsten's heart fell at the b
The minister’s word snapped her back from her trance and Kirsten blush furiously. Not only did her cheeks were tinted with color but her fair neck was stained red and the color spread to her earlobes. Matthew slid his forefinger down Kirsten's chin inclining her head up and slowly his face descended, his sexy lips connecting with hers ever so gently. The contact sent thousands of tingles, washing over Kirsten's body, who for the first time was kissed in her whole life. Kirsten shuddered at the new and foreign sensation she felt all over her body. She was terrified at her body's reaction towards the kiss. A big question mark left floating in her mind. She couldn’t comprehend or name the feelings she had experienced when Matthew’s lips settled on hers. While Kirsten was yet to come out of her daze, she felt being lifted in the air. At once, as her initial response she reached for something to hold on. And she found herself clasping Matthew's neck. "Hold on tightly," Matthew co
Returning to their room after answering a phone call, Matthew was startled to hear sobs coming from the bathroom. The advantage of having long legs was, with just a few big strides he had reached the bathroom door. At once he held the knob, turning it and pushed open the door. His eyes narrowed to see his wife on her knees, crying. She wasn't wearing anything, on display was her fair skin full of his marks. Quickly, taking a robe and putting it on her, he lifted her from the floor. Kirsten didn't stop crying even when she was settled on the bed. Matthew, confused by the mixed feelings crowding his chest, went out for a walk, leaving a crying mess, Kirsten. Bawling until fatigue overtook, she drifted off to sleep. Thinking that he had given her enough time to cry, Matthew came back. There he saw his wife, curled up at the edge of bed like a frightened kitten. She was sleeping but was sniffling in her sleep. Matthew sat down beside her. He lifted his hand and brushed away th
'Beep, beep," the medical instrument connected to Kirsten’s body, continuously sounded, greeted Kirsten as she woke from coma. "She's awake, Dr. Townsend," Kirsten heard a woman speak, her voice tinged with excitement. "Water," Kirsten was surprised how hoarse her voice sounded to her ears. The nurse quickly took water and put a straw in the cup of water, holding it before Kirsten's mouth. Feeling so thirsty, Kirsten completely emptied the cup. "You have been in a coma for three days," the doctor informed her sensing that she had no idea why she was in the hospital. Memories came flooding in, she remembered she was enticed by the sea and the voice…Whose voice was it? Who saved her? "Who took me here?" Before she could stop herself from asking, the words already came out of her mouth."Mr. Roosevelt, brought you here. He was here a while ago and left for a business meeting," the nurse answered her question. The doctor did several tests on her before she was finally released to
In the dimly lit room, her tears sparkled as light reflected in them. Matthew caught sight of this and his agitation dissipated right away. Matthew slid his hand up her head and pressed the side of her face against his chestHer ear was pressed against his chest enabled her to hear the erratic beating of his heart. She was utterly confused why his heartbeat sounded like music in her ears and liked hearing it. It was Sunday the following day, Matthew already left when Kirsten opened her eyes. Kirsten wondered about her husband's whereabouts. It's Sunday today, he should be home today. She mused on if she married a workaholic. Kirsten took her phone to call Matthew, however, indecision caught her up. After a long time of deliberating with herself if she should or shouldn't call, finally, she decided to call. Her heart galloped like a buck as she heard the ringback. But the call was unanswered. She retried and this time the call was rejected. Like a deflated balloon, Kirsten ploppe