"Feed me mummy," Andrew demanded after Maddie had brought in the chicken soup she had made and set it all up on a bedside table, right beside Andrew's bed, along with a glass of the fresh juice she had made. "Sure Sweetie," Maddie said to Andrew, and then picked up the bowl, coming to sit beside him and scooping a spoon of the soup to blow on it before giving it to him. "Smells savory. Is there any soup left for Sweetie's daddy?" Jake muttered, imitating a child's voice. Both Maddie and Andrew turned to look at him, and then they both burst out laughing. "Well, there is still some soup left in a pot in the kitchen on the second floor," Maddie said when the bout of laughter ended. Jake smiled, and then started to rise. "I better go help myself then," he muttered, giving Maddie a wink before he started to make his way out of the room. Andrew had mentioned to Jake that Maddie usually made him snacks during his lunch break and that she was a really good cook. He had therefore always b
Maddie was stunned, her spoon literally dropped out of her hand, producing a clinking sound as it fell on the tiled floor. Did she just hear him right? Did he just ask her to marry him? A million thoughts started racing through her head. Yeah she had noticed that there was obviously some sparks between them but she was yet to even define their relationship. She wasn't even sure what it was she felt for him. Yeah she was attracted to him but that was it, mere attraction. She was pretty sure that it would pass overtime. She wasn't even sure if he liked her. His hot and cold actions towards her wasn't giving much away. So what was he suddenly doing proposing marriage to her out of the blue? Had he lost his freaking mind or something? "You are asking me to marry you?" Maddie asked, pointing at herself when she was addressing herself and pointing at him when she was addressing him. Jake nodded, and then went on to say, "I get it. Me asking you to marry me, it's a lot, I mean, I am Jake C
Mathew was pacing about his bedroom as he played the conversation he had overheard in the office earlier in his head. "A diamond ring? Are you planning on proposing to someone or something?" Mathew had overheard Micheal on the phone with someone as he made his way into their office with two cups of coffee in both his hands. He made his way to Micheal's table to place one of the cups, receiving a nod of gratitude from him, and then he made his way to his own table, taking his seat while taking a sip from his own cup. "What! Who?" Mathew's head turned to Micheal when he heard the excitement in his voice. It made him curious. "I know who it is!" Micheal spoke again, the excitement in his voice even more evident. Mathew's curiosity grew even more. "It is that hot lady from the picture your son sent to you, isn't it? You even took her to the ball as your date. So much for her not being in your class." When Micheal's words registered in Mathew's head, he flinched. He had noticed how
The feel of his hand as it roamed her body was so warm and smooth, running from her thighs up to the curve of her waist, and then to her navel, before it started trailing upwards to grab one of her soft buds. His touches and movements were doing wonders to her senses and compelling moans from her lips at intervals. She could feel his weight over her body, but only slightly, as he hovered on top of her.She was burning hot. Burning hot with a raw desire she had never felt before as she just laid under him. Giving him her total surrender. Letting him please her. The proof of the effect what he was doing had on her was emphasized by the wetness in between her legs. Her lips quivered in sheer delight, she arched her body more towards him. And then he stopped. She could no longer feel his touch. His hands were no longer roaming her body. The next thing she felt was his weight being lifted up from her. He was leaving?Maddie's eyes flew open. Why had he stopped? Why had he pulled away from
She was already drifting to sleep when he stepped into her room again, this time alone. She stirred awake, and tried to sit up as she saw that he was carrying a tray containing her breakfast. Even before he reached her, the aroma of Apple Oatmeal Porridge hit her nostrils. Damn! It had been years since she had this dish. Her father used to make it for her during her periods. Every damn time. She hadn't had it since she lost her father. There was a cup of smoothie beside the apple oatmeal porridge dish. She couldn't tell what was in it at first glance only that it was red and salivating. Jake dutifully placed the tray containing Maddie's breakfast on the bedside table, and then she brought the bedside table close to Maddie's bed. "Red Alert Smoothie," she finally figured out the smoothie, and then she smiled, her gaze on Jake turning loving. Both the dish and the smoothie were good for her current condition. She had noticed this about Jake, his attentiveness and thoughtfulness. Even
They all ate dinner together later that night. Jake, Andrew, Maddie and even Mathew. Not much words were spoken amongst them over dinner. The atmosphere was far from harmonious. Andrew and Maddie made very little conversations about how she was feeling as well as how he was feeling and although Andrew spoke with much enthusiasm, Maddie only engaged in the conversation halfheartedly. Mathew kept stealing glances at his sister, glances that spoke of his worry and curiousity. He decided he was going to talk to her later, after dinner, and find out what was really going on between her and Jake. He couldn't see the rock he had delivered to Jake on his sister's finger so that could either mean that Maddie had rejected Jake's proposal or Jake was yet to propose to his sister. Jake simply sat and ate, his eyes occasionally drifting to Maddie, and then he would avert his gaze from her when he caught himself. This did not go unnoticed by Mathew who was sitting directly opposite Jake and acr
Jake had received a call during dinner and he had to step out of the dining room to take it. In the living room, where he had stepped into, to take the call, he spoke in a hushed tone to the person on the other line, occasionally creasing the lines of his forehead and even the space between his eyebrows, a frown contouring his face. After almost twenty minutes had passed by, he muttered, "I understand," to the person on the other line, and then hung up. "Damn it!" a curse escaped his lips as he moved to sit by the fireplace, his hand dialling Micheal's number on his phone. "One of our investors just backed out. I suspect foul play, Stephen is at it again," Jake spoke immediately Micheal picked up. "What should we do?" Micheal asked from the other line, his voice coming out worried. "We play dirty," Jake paused, his eyes moving to his wristwatch and noting the time. "Contact Thomas. Tell him to set the plan he suggested to me recently, in motion, and with immediate effect." An
******* WARNING!!! This chapter contains light sexual content that may not be suitable for readers below 16! ******** The sexual tension in the room was intense. Jake continued to kiss Maddie with reckless abandon and Maddie was kissing him back with just as much vigour. Time seemed to have slowed down for the duo as they both just continued exploring each other's mouth, taking all the other was freely giving. Maddie felt her knees curl as Jake moved his other hand to wrap around her waist, pulling her even more closely against himself. Making her yield with need by arching her body towards him. His kisses were fierce yet gentle, making her feel light-headed, compelling soft moans from her lips, which were closed against his. Jake had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Maddie. Kissing her wasn't satiable enough. He wanted more. But then, he wasn't sure how much she was willing to give. Testing the waters, he let his hand, which was wrapped around her waist, slowly slip