Cherry Silverbella Moores arrived home that evening to find Ixora lounging on the couch, looking relaxed with her left leg soaking in a bowl of water."What are you up to?" Cherry asked as she plopped down in a seat across from her sister.Ixora grabbed a pillow and tossed it at Cherry, who managed to dodge it, causing the pillow to fall behind her.Cherry glared at her sister and reached into her bag for some bubble gum. "What was that for?" she asked, popping a piece of gum into her mouth.Ixora shot her a pointed look. "Stay away from my stash, Cher. If you take beers from old Bobby's shop, at least pay for them. No need to give poor Chris high blood pressure trying to figure out how to get his payment."Cherry grinned cheekily. "Where's the fun in that?" She waved off her twin's concern. "Forget about that. Tell me about your day. Did you get the job?"Ixora let out a loud sigh as she reclined on the couch, her leg still in the water. "Mr. Ronald was out of town, so I had to leave
"Do you really want people to think I'm your daughter, Good Master?"Jerald paused mid-dinner, his gaze fixed on Berezira across the table. "People might gossip if they find out we're not related but still living together. It could attract unwanted attention, and I don't want Mostafa catching wind of our location," he explained. "Could you call me 'Father' instead of 'Good Master'? I think it might suit you better than 'Daddy.'"Berezira nodded. "Alright...father," she replied before returning to her meal.The girl rarely spoke and seemed older than her years. She rarely left the house, and when she did, it was only to watch birds and animals in the woods nearby. She never ventured far, avoiding social interaction and even leaving the TV off. Jerald was concerned, but he had no idea how to help her. He'd faced bombs, guns, and bullets before, but a withdrawn, twelve-year-old girl scarred by a traumatic past was a challenge beyond his expertise.They ate in silence for a while until Je
."It's not as easy as it looks," Jerald replied with a gruff tone.Ixora couldn't help but smile at his crankiness. She held up her own bag triumphantly. "See this? I'm already done with my groceries, and I've been here less than twenty minutes," she said, sounding a bit smug.Jerald's frown deepened. "Well, good for you," he muttered, turning to go with Berezira.But Ixora wasn't ready to let them off the hook so easily. "Wait, I can help you with yours. You look like you could use some assistance."Jerald hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to spend any more time than necessary with this woman who seemed like trouble, but he also realized that he might not get through his shopping list without help from someone more experienced."Alright, thanks," he finally replied.Ixora grinned widely. "You're welcome. Let me have that..." She took the shopping list from him, and he handed her a bundle of money. She quickly scanned the list. "Looks like there are three items here that you've
Ixora Crystabella Moores quickly withdrew her leg from the woman's handkerchief as she noticed the fear in the woman's reaction. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the way Jerald was looking at her, and it made her heart tighten.He's looking at me as if I'm just another stranger, like everyone else. Surprisingly, the only person who still clung to her hand tightly was his daughter, Zira.Ixora knelt down beside the woman, took out her own handkerchief, and began wiping the woman's sweat-filled face. "It's alright, please stop apologizing."The woman regarded her with suspicion but continued, "I'm truly sorry—""I'm Ixora, not Cherry," she interjected with a warm smile.Relieved, the woman let out a sigh. "Oh, thank God. It's good Bella. Thank God!" She said emphatically and hugged Ixora tightly. "Thank God it's you, good Bella. I thought I had stepped on Cherry!"Ixora nodded in understanding, waved off the woman's thanks, and walked away.Turning to face Jerald, she couldn't h
Cherry Silverbella Moores despised the beach, and even more so, she loathed the water. However, after spending half the day sleeping, she felt a growing urge to explore. Glancing down from her hotel room, she observed the lively crowd at the beach, ready for some fun. This curiosity lured her out of her room.She strolled down to the beach, carrying a bottle of red wine in one hand, a glass cup, a cigarette, and a lighter in the other. The evening breeze kissed her skin, and she relished in its embrace, her hair swaying in the wind. Dressed in just a bikini and sunglasses, she made her way towards the bustling beach.The shore was teeming with activity - women in bikinis and swimsuits, men in shorts, some already frolicking in the water, while others basked on the sandy shores. Couples played and ran around, families enjoyed quality time, and individuals lounged on reclining chairs.Nonchalantly chewing her gum, she used her keen eyes to scan every male figure on the beach, well aware
He couldn't tear his gaze away from her as she strolled along the beach, her hips swaying rhythmically, akin to a slow dancer. Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her like a moon goddess. Although many women graced the beach in bikinis, hers redefined the term. She was a breathtaking beauty, her body so perfectly contoured it seemed otherworldly. Jake Brown instantly sensed she would bring trouble.Jake couldn't divert his eyes from her, not even when she caught him looking, and their gazes locked. She didn't shy away; instead, she removed her sunglasses, meeting his gaze head-on. Yes, trouble indeed.Beyond her striking appearance, she exuded a fiery spirit. He had witnessed the entire scene: how she swiftly handled two women and sent the third one fleeing within seconds, all while maintaining a smile. She seemed efficient, the kind of person trained fighters needed to be cautious of if they ever crossed paths. She might lack formal training, but she knew how to exploit
Ixora Crystabella Moores was preparing to retire for the night. After taking her shower and donning her nightie, she began the process of locking up the house when an unexpected knock echoed through the front door.Startled, she paused and wondered who could be visiting at this hour. Leaving the backdoor she had already secured, she headed toward the front door. Peering through the peephole, she was taken aback when she spotted Zira standing on the other side."Oh my, Zira..." she gasped, hastily unlocking the door. Troubled eyes met hers immediately, and that familiar, sorrowful expression in the girl's eyes seemed even more intense, as though she were on the brink of tears. Her lower lip quivered violently."Oh my God, what's wrong, Zira? Is everything okay?" Ixora inquired with concern, attempting to usher the girl inside the house. Instead, Zira took her hand."Please," she choked out, "Please, Ma'am Ixora, save Good Master, he is dying!"Ixora felt her confusion deepen. "Who is '
Cherry regarded him with narrowed eyes. She was well aware of his desire, and she didn't need another look to confirm it. She couldn't quite understand why he was delaying their physical encounter, but she decided to go along with it. After all, he was meant to be just a one-night stand; there was no rush to get to the main event. The night was still young, and there was plenty of time."Alright, dinner first. But I want a kiss," she whispered seductively as she approached him.He smiled once more and leaned closer, his lips just inches from hers. "What will a single kiss accomplish?" he teased, his eyes filled with playful curiosity."Everything," Cherry murmured, her anticipation clear as she traced the tip of her own tongue along the seam of her lips."Are you always this talkative?" she inquired instead, her voice laced with playful teasing."No," Jake replied automatically, his eyes locked onto her.She grinned devilishly, her desire unmistakable. "Then, kiss me."Jake hesitated