로그인Brandon I did not believe Elaine. That was the thought that settled on my mind as I drove across the city to the Ritz-Carlton. When Salma and I were still best friends in college, she had never felt comfortable talking about her father. But when she did, she told me about his several campaigns over the years that had strained their relationship. She would never get over her father using her mother's death to acquire sympathy votes only to marry another woman within a year of that happening. She hated the way he had justified his quick marriage to another woman as promoting family values.But I did not remember her hating him. She was only a girl who was starved of his attention since this new woman and her daughter had interrupted their lives abruptly. How had that same woman told her dying father that he could go to hell? How had she stood doing nothing as her father collapsed to the ground from a heart attack?Also, it was hard to reconcile the cold-hearted bitch Elaine had descri
Brandon When I entered Leona's room that night, I met her beady-eyed great-grandmother who clearly hated me, and as I had come to learn, her godmother, Josephine. The two women looked up as I entered the room. “Salma is not here,” Rita said hoarsely, her tone harsh. She had no intention of being on good terms with me which was understandable. From her perspective, I had knocked her granddaughter up and had not taken responsibility for the pregnancy. Then five years later, I showed up trying to snake my way into my daughter's life. “I came to see my daughter,” I said, keeping my tone polite and firm. I wanted to prove to them also that I intended to do just about anything to keep Leona in my life even after all of this was over. She would just have to tolerate me for the rest of her life because I had no plans of keeping Leona out of my life. If I had to uproot my existence from Texas and move to Baltimore permanently to be within the orbit of my daughter's life, I would do it. I
Salma I walked into the Ritz-Carlton lobby at 7:10 pm. Taking a quick sweep at the lobby, I saw Ariel standing there, looking around like she was frustrated waiting for someone—me. “You have five…” I said as I snuck up on her. “Jeez!” she jumped, then quickly adjusted her expression. “What did you do that for? And you made me wait for…” “You're the one who wishes to see me,” I reminded her, “if you do not have anything…” “Let's sit,” she said, lowering her voice and then walking deeper into the hotel. We entered a large waiting area with several comfortable luxurious sofas. “Father needs your kidney,” she stated the second we sat down. I remembered the DNA test, so I said, “I think this conversation requires alcohol.”“No,” she said, “you just want us to go to someplace that is too noisy so you can pretend like you are hearing nothing.” I swallowed. That was a pretty good darn reason too. “I am not giving him my kidney,” I told her, my voice firm as steel, “you know this al
Salma“It's your choice, Salma,” he said, walking away from me, and leaving me in the hallway with only the sharp sound of my ringtone. I took in a deep breath and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I held my breath as I checked the caller—Brandon. My shoulders slumped in temporary relief. I still had not decided what I was going to do with the information John had just given me about Ariel and my father. “Brandon?” “I wanted to give you an update on…” he paused, “are you okay? You sound like you're about to cry. Did something happen?” “No, no… I guess I'm just tired,” I said. “My parents are in the Caribbean,” he said. My heart dropped. “So she can't come?” I asked. “Oh, no… She's coming,” he said, “they should have boarded their jet by now.” Their jet? Then I realised that Brandon was not just a billionaire but his father was one too. He was the typical trust fund baby. “Thank you,” I said, my heart flooding with relief. “Have you told her? About Leona?” I asked him. “No
Salma I remained by Leona's side for an hour after Brandon left. My grandmother and Josephine had gone to a hotel to freshen up and rest before changing shifts on who would stay with Leona. If it were left to me, I would spend every second by my daughter's bedside, but they would not let me. As I watched her sleep, I heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” I said, assuming at once that it was a nurse coming to check on Leona's drip or some such thing. Or it was Josephine or my grandmother who had come back. But when I looked up, I saw a face that had no business being here. “What the hell, John?” I looked at him with nothing but surprise. I had not reached out to him since he had spoken to me about investigating my father. I had to admit that for a brief period, I had been tempted to expose my father's past, especially if he had killed my mother but at the moment, I had much bigger things to worry about. “I just need a moment,” he pleaded. “How did you even know I was here?”
Brandon “Elaine,” I said her name softly, feeling awkward at once. Salma was sleeping in my bed and my pregnant fiancée was standing in front of me—both mothers of my children. How was I supposed to choose? “I… I came because the baby kicked,” she looked so excited that it caused me to frown. Was this pregnancy brain? The baby was all but two months old, and it was already kicking? I had studied medicine and so I knew for a fact that babies did not kick during the second month. “Babies don't kick…”“I know you would say that,” she moaned, “but I'm sure. Do you want to feel my stomach?” she asked me. I shook my head. “I… " It's late, Elaine,” I told her. She could not honestly tell me that she had driven to my house at eleven at night because she wanted me to feel our baby kick in her stomach. “Late? I can spend the night here,” she said, “I think the baby wants to sleep with you.” I gave her a hard stare as I realised that I was in for a very long eighteen years. It was clear
Salma “I won't be returning to Maryland tomorrow,” I informed Freddie as he drove Leona to the hotel. “Your trip to Sudan is only three days away,” he said, “will you be flying out of Texas, then?” I shook my head, “I don't know yet. I just… I have something I need to take care of here in Texas.
Brandon I chuckled nervously as Mr. Summers made a joke I did not find funny at all. Things had been a bit awkward between us since he had flirted with Salma right in front of me. The tension had increased when he had tried to make me sell Leona-S to some shady people. In fact, I had avoided him s
Salma I gasped in ecstasy as Brandon pushed his dick into my pussy. The current that travelled through my body now threatened to burst in topples of wild pleasure. But his movements were too slow, like he was trying to savour the moment. “Faster, Brandon… Oh, yes! There… that's good!” A few mor
Brandon I was in my office responding to emails when my secretary, Rose, called to inform me that I had a Dr. Gascon who insisted on seeing me. My heart thudded in my chest at the name. Even though I disliked her, my heart still raced at the mention of her name or whenever she walked into a room







