There was a minute of awkward silence followed by a loud shriek coming from Bridgette which startled the stewardess and the pilot. Bridgette’s face was buried in her hands as the stewardess approached them. She looked confused and worried. She glanced at Terrence first where she found it odd to see that his face was as red as a tomato while staring at the screaming lady in front of her. “Ma’am. Are you okay? What happened? Mr. Evans, what happened here? Are both of you okay?” Terrence cleared his throat first. “I’ll just go to the loo,” he said and quickly rushed into the restroom. When Bridgette felt that Terrence was not in the cabin anymore, she put her hands down and faced the stewardess. “Hi. I’m okay. I’m so sorry for that. I just saw a snake,” Bridgette tried to formulate a lie but the image of Terrence’s bulge appeared in her head again calling it a snake. “Snake??” The stewardess appeared more confused than ever. Bridgette glanced at the stewardess nameplate and decided t
Troy hired someone to clean Bridgette’s house today. It was such a mess when Bridgette left for the convention in Japan because she had no time to tidy up. He woke up early today as well to prepare everything at the shop for his fiance's return. Bridgette texted him an hour ago about being disqualified from the selection so he wanted to lighten her mood today by making sure that everything is in place for her arrival. He turned on the television and switched it to an international news channel and made it play in the background. He rolled his sleeves and began mopping the floor while the old lady cleaned the kitchen. He caught her looking at him. In a friendly tone, he asked her. “Why are you staring at me like that madam?” She was caught off-guard and almost hit the glassware behind her when she panicked and jolted. “N-Nothing sire. I just admire you for taking care of your lady. She’s so lucky to have you,” she said. Her eyes were twinkling with so much admiration for Troy. Tro
Sweat dripped from the woman; hot beads, the product of her efforts, fell on his torso. He could smell the sweet scent of her. A delicious fragrance that meshed well with her perfume. It was part of what Terrence liked about her. It made his dick hard and his mouth water. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in time with the motion. He could hear her flesh slapping into his. In a fog of passion he grabbed her roughly, flipping their position so she was underneath. With lustful eyes he lapped up the sight of her flesh as it glistened, an erotic vision under the red glow of the tinted lamp.“Ah!” was all the woman could muster as Terrence crushed her body against the mattress. They could both hear the sweet sound of their moans engulfing the room, volume increasing with every thrust he made.“Fuck!” he groaned in frustration. His thick member seems too large no matter how hard he rammed her slit it wouldn’t all quite fit. Terrence shifted his weight on his arms so he could fully pound her e
After he stayed at the headquarters for almost five hours, Terrence returned inside the mansion to rest. All these mafia boss’ obligations drained him down. He could not believe it till now that a nerd who was once humiliated and despised would become the head of the largest organization in the country. He plopped his tired body on the bed. The memories of how it all began surged back into his head. He closed his eyes as he let the memory engulf him.It was a peaceful Saturday morning. The sun shone brightly and the warm breeze of midsummer air was like enticing people to go out and enjoy it, but young Terrence and Troy were busy reading and arguing about the history of their clan inside Terrence’s bedroom.They both flopped down onto the bed, and each gripped one side of the black folder. With a loud voice, Terrence read the next page. “The Evans House was built in the 1940s by Robert Evans, when he and his family returned to London from Germany to expand their chemical and steel man
Hackney, East London Inside a modern-looking mansion, a woman was busy decluttering stuff inside a closet when she saw an old box sitting neatly under the clothes. Her eyebrows furrowed trying to remember what's inside it. She picked it up gently and placed it on the bed. Slowly she opened the cover of the box revealing several things. A pink bracelet with the letter T on it, a smiley emoji pin, several scented letters, an empty candy wrapper and pictures. A wave of memories suddenly flooded her thoughts, a painful memory she tried so hard to forget fifteen years ago. It was a dewy morning. The mist from the outside blurred the window glass. The bird chirped and the golden rays of sun shone “Hey, I’ve packed some stuff for our outreach program this weekend. I hope you already contacted our volunteers,” Bridgette cheerfully said to her best friend Trina on the phone. She placed the phone between her ears and left shoulder so she could pack the school supplies and food they’re sup
A year after Terrence learned about his father's terminal illness, his father requested for his presence in his room. It looked more like a hospital room now because of medical equipment and supplies and a personal nurse inside. Terrence asked the nurse to leave them for a while so they could talk. Terrence pulled a chair and sat beside his father's bed. "Why did you call me, dad?" Terrence asked while glancing at his father's tired face. "Son, I-I may have nothing left to teach you. You're Uncle Andrew didn't fail me. Now I can die peacefully because I know you'll be able to protect our legacy." As he said these words, he sounded almost like he was whispering. With each passing day, he grew weaker and weaker. Today, he is barely able to move and spends the majority of his time lying in bed or in a wheelchair. When Terrence heard his father say that, his eyes started to well up with tears. It dawned on him how weak and frail he had become. He's lost a lot of weight. He's so unfam
It has been fifteen years since the death of Bridgette’s best friend, Trina. The cold breeze of the wind, a beautiful canvas of sky blues and milky whites graces the midday sky. The blue of the depths and the smooth, rounded, sugary sweet clouds in the foreground are a beautiful contrast. Bridgette’s wavy auburn hair swayed with the wind. She’s standing in front of her grave now with a bouquet of fresh pink carnations, her favorite flower. The time on her wrist watch says two in the afternoon. She blocked all her schedules today so she could visit her friend. After seeing those memorabilias inside the box, she finally took the courage to go to her grave. She knew where it was because fifteen years ago she stood up from afar during her funeral. “Hi Trina. How are you?” Bridgette said while smiling and placing the flowers beside the black marble tombstone. Bridgette knew her family had already gone there as well when she noticed three other bouquets of fresh flowers. She’s feeling anx
“Waiter, the usual,” Terrence informed the bartender. He was hoping to meet a woman at his bar today by having a few drinks. Terrence owned the most expensive bar and restaurant in the city which is The Red Town. He owned other pubs but this one is his favorite hangout place when he’s stressed out because this is where he can use his “red envelope.”This bar and restaurant is the one and only exclusive restaurant in Westminster. There’s a screening during the reservation and before the guest enters the facility. He does this to avoid assassins and other hired people to harm him.The bar counter is illuminated with red LED lights for an eye-catching modern look. Both the VIP and general public areas are available. The bar's "hell" ambiance was further enhanced by moving flame projections on the walls and ceiling. There’s a dance floor in the middle with a dancing pole and strobe lights.The red envelope contained a short contract. It is an agreement between him and the woman that after