The young and handsome Darwin was below Cyrene—literally. “Is it too rough, honey?” Cyrene asked. She was panting, gasping for breath as she moved her body up and down, slow then swift into his young flesh. Darwin was smiling, and moaning the entire time. He never knew that paradise existed until Cyrene’s lap dance. Until this moment. Unable to resist, he squeezed her breasts that made Cyrene utterly mad. His two hands slid down. And down. Until he reached her waist, in which he gripped it tightly with his two hands. He dug deeper in her core with his sheer blade. Cyrene barked a curse at his sensation. “You’re a fast learner, babe,” she remarked. But Darwin only smiled. No, not smiled. He grinned—in a malicious way. Two bodies become one. Two voices sang in the tune of pleasure. “Here comes the horse rider!” Little Darwin shrieked. So as Cyrene, as she reached the peak of this sensual convergence.*** “Fuck! I
It was Darwin’s seventh birthday. He was standing by their house’s window, as his mother Deanna tied up the balloons and party decorations. Black and red are the theme colors for his special day, in which he isn't merely pleased. Darwin watched silently outside, hoping that in any minute, the young girl she was longing to meet will come walking towards his house. There, in front of them, is the house of a young girl named Miriam. He doesn’t know her full name as his mother only calls the beautiful youngling in that name. She has sapphire blue eyes that reminds Darwin of the waters of Malibu where they celebrated his mother’s birthday. Her luscious strawberry blonde hair makes him want to go back to the juicy, sweet strawberries of Japan—where he and his father’s son from another woman celebrated the latter’s birthday, along with their respective mothers and their father. She was beautiful, like the morning star above, brightly illuminating the world. His world.
Darwin’s POVTo be honest, I never knew my father Damon would wholly accept me as his heir. In fact, I didn’t even assume that he would call me his son either. I am now the current Chief Executive Officer of the Gray Co. But I always tell myself that, with great power comes with great responsibility. And I have one hell of responsibility on the company, my employees, and my reputation. Frantically speaking, I feel sad for Derrick. But, he’s okay with that anyway. I’ve talked with him many times and he also told me many times that he’s not the leader type of person. I’m so grateful for dad that he finally saw what I’m capable of. Finally, I can be rich. I am rich from my own hardwork, sweat, and tears. I can finally be a billionaire. Finally…I can make my promise to that young girl when I was seven—that I will marry her, no matter what. I’ve ordered a doughnut and a cup of cappuccino. Fifteen minutes have passed and my half-brother, Derr
Minerva’s POV“Don’t follow him.” I was about to glare at Mr. Damon. But his weak smile made me give him a sheepish grin instead. Why did Darwin storm out? Did he see us? Did he heard Lushan’s—no, it can’t be. But if he really did…I must act quickly and follow him wherever the hell he went. “Where did Darwin go?” Mr. Damon sighed in dismay. “Judging by the look on his face, he always lets his disappointment sink in in our country house until it vanishes. It’s a seaside abode. I trust that the sea breeze will make your fiancé calm and serene.” Though I was convinced of father’s assuring words, my hands are still shaking, my feet are still trembling as if it’s gonna sprint away and follow Darwin wherever this country house that Damon said. “Do not follow him, Minerva,” his voice is much firmer than before. “I don’t want to lose another Gray family again.” Damon’s eyes slid to my belly and I put my hand atop of it. C
Damon’s POVMy stem has finally been hydrated with Cyrene’s waters. It feels so good. But as soon as I saw my son just a few steps away from me—from us—goodness vanished from me like a popping of bubbles in thin air. I watch Cyrene just casually leaving us, surely leaving us to have this anticipated father-to-son talk. Honestly, I do not judge Darwin with his emotions. But with Minerva’s condition…I will definitely step up, even if it means hurting Darwin’s ego. “You’re finished.” I nodded, smiled even. “We already are.” He laughed, like the voice of thunder before lightning. “If Minerva sent you here to persuade me—” “My fat, chunky ass sent myself here, Darwin.” I was sarcastic; it’s my way of keeping my punches within myself. Seriously, if ever I’ll have a change of career, I’ll probably give boxing a try. He was walking, eyes casually and assertively keeping his gaze away from me. I grinned—like a
Minerva’s POV “How can she be so sure that Darwin’s the father?” That is one of the reasons why Mariella is my bestfriend. She agrees to almost anything I say; anything I express. “I don’t know…” I said. “One minute, she was just climbing down from the stairs. Then in a blink of an eye, she’s already on his lips along with the words ‘I’m pregnant, Darwin, and you’re the father’.” Mariella laughed at my way of copying Gyzell’s annoying high-pitched voice. “That’s also the reason I immediately walked out like what he did to me when he saw me and Lushan talking, and quickly grabbed a cab on my way here.” “I never knew you were an impersonator,” she said, wiping the froth from the coffee on her lips. I sighed in dismay. Perhaps I was just meant to be a payment. Perhaps if I just agree that I’ll serve him in just a hundred days or so, I’ll now be freed of our debts—from Derrick’s debts. “You know, Mariella…” She looke
Mariella’s POV“You look as if you’re utterly serious!” Minerva laughed at my tone of voice. My eyes are on the verge of pouring like rain. “I’m not joking,” she halted her cup of coffee just a few inches from her lips. “I am serious, Minerva.” “Mariella…” Dear Heavens, I always adore how the smoothness of my name casually comes out from her lips. “It’s impossible that I cannot meet Darwin. He was named by Derrick as my guardian.” I gave her an awkward and breathy laugh, one that made her pursed her lips. “Are you okay?” she asked. I looked up to her, narrowing my eyes. “Do you have a heart, Minerva?” “Of course I do.” She took a small bite from that oatmeal cookie that comes with the coffee, “Let’s change the topic. I bet the story of my life bores you.” “No.” I leaned closer. “It was Darwin who bored me.” “Because he’s not that sexy for you?” I shook my head. “Nope...” I then lifted my g
Darwin’s POV“Minerva is sleeping soundly in my car after our two rounds. Too bad we can’t get beyond that. See for yourself.” The God of Anger seemed to possess me with every word that the bastard sent to me, especially when Kevin read it in a deep voice that seemed to resemble the voice of Gyzell’s brother. “Seriously, dude. It looks like she’s just casually sleeping in his car,” said Kevin. “So you’re now against your bestfriend, huh?” I challenged. Kevin snorted, as if this was all just a joke. “I’m serious, Kevin.” “Yeah, yeah. Of course you are. That’s your new name.” I stood and he immediately backed away. “Calm down, Darwin!” I sat back on the chair again, muttering an apology in front of the bartender. The bar has so many customers right now, and my head aches even more. “Okay, let me explain to you bro…” He pointed at my phone, to where the picture of her was indeed sleeping. “If he and Miner