تسجيل الدخولFor the next two days, Andre didn't step out. His mom had cried, begging him to step out and take something but he wouldn't answer. Felix also came with his girlfriend Lisa and did the same but Andre will not talk to anyone.
On the third day, Andre stepped out, his wounds getting healed but needed to be treated again. Alice saw him and she gasped, it's Christmas eve and he stepped out. May the blessings of this season wash away his pains and replace them with happiness untold. “Andre my son” Alice chimed and went to hug him. But he was cold, he didn't wrap his arms around her as expected. Alice didn't feel offended, she placed her hands on his shoulder and saw how emaciated he'd become. His eyes were red and hollow and his lips were dry like a malnourished child. “Why are you doing this to yourself Andre. Jasmine is happy with her marriage to another man. If you keep hurting yourself besides the one she'd inflicted on you, you'll make her feel she owns your breath and she controls your heartbeat” Alice persuaded. “I loved her mom, but she left me instead,” Andre said in a shaking voice. He doesn't understand why she would leave him after so much love they shared, happiness they brought into each other's lives. Was it because of money or his unknown identity? “Yes, she did and there's nothing we can do about her choice and decision. A phase of your life ended with her. Brace up, you've stepped into another phase now, a better one at that. And I pray for you that this season brings you a whole lot of happiness and blessings…” Alice coaxed more. She brought him over and gave him his breakfast. Andre couldn't eat. He claimed not to have an appetite for anything. But he needed to step out and take a walk in the snow. Something that might help reduce the burdens that clumped his heart. “Alright, go well son” Alice said and Andre stepped out cladded in a hood and a canvas. He wore gloves and placed his arms in his jacked pockets. He was gently walking the street and saw people going about, preparing for Christmas. He could hear the jingles, the homes lights up and the Christmas tree being decorated. But unlike others, his heart was dark and his life felt empty. For many years now, Jasmine and himself always spent Christmas Eve together and it's usually a great time on the 25th of December. But all seems empty now. No joy, no excitement and nothing intrigues him about the moment. It's like every normal day to him. How he wished this was just a midsummer’s night dream that when he wakes up, he'll find it all gone and Jasmine will be by his side again. As he kept going, he saw a car stuck in the snow. The driver was perhaps an inexperienced driver on that street. He came over and saw him struggling, he glanced at him and without a word, went over to him. “Do you need help?” He asked, observing the tyres. They've lost traction and the only way to get it out was for it to regain it again. But the car is expensive and sophisticated. “Yeah, buddy,” the driver replied, clasping his hands together. If he hadn't been carrying his boss, it would have been better. But now, his job was not only at stake, but his life will not know peace until everything gets better. Andre glanced around, there was no shovel or any flat object to use in clearing the snow away. Having no option, he pulled his jacket off and used his hands to clear the snow. He instructed the driver to go in and “gently rock the car back and forth by shifting between the drive and reverse..” “Yeah” the driver said and was doing that. Andre kept clearing the snow away, moving swiftly from one tyre to the other “gently accelerate but don't keep spinning the wheels” his words were followed by steam and at this time, he was shivering and freezing. They continued until eventually the car regained traction and moved. The driver wanted to stop because Andre was freezing and he screamed “go faster now buddy” and waved at them. Now his teeth were shattering, his clothes were soaked and covered in snow. He needed to return home but his feet stiffened. Looks like his blood was getting frozen. The only thing he could do was bring his phone out and called Felix “I'm freezing, on the street” he said and fell down. “Sorry ma'am” the driver apologized but his boss didn't hear him. She was glancing behind at the man that helped them. He was freezing and yet urged them to leave. What if something bad happened to him? Her heart started beating fast when she saw that the man couldn't move “Turn around and save that man” his boss ordered. That man might get frozen because of them. How can he suffer such fate because he gave them a helping hand? The car heater was turned on and yet, she was still hugging herself to remain warm. And the young man, he might die. But she became helpless when the driver said “We would get stuck again ma'am, that's why he said we should go quickly…” he explained. She sighed helplessly and seeing the rain of snow falling, she hoped the man survived. He appears to be a young man but may the Almighty keep him safe for the sake of the happiness of the season. A few hours later, Andre opened his eyes on his bed. His joints pained him and he glanced around. Felix was typing on his computer and he observed him for a while without moving or saying a word. He came to save him. Thank goodness that he went along with his phone this time. He felt weak and was going to call Felix when he beat him to it “what were you thinking, Andre, that you stepped out without a jacket?” He asked without glancing at him. Andre was shocked. His jacket? Oh goodness, he'd pulled it off to enable him shoved the snow away from the tyre more freely. That must be it, that is the reason why he got frozen in the snow so easily. “I did, Felix but I pulled it off… he was saying when his mother got in and he paused. She saw Andre awake and her tears cascaded down her cheeks. He survived, he got back to himself again. “Mom!” Andre called, seeing his mother's tears. What happened to her? Why is she crying? Is it because of him? Obviously it must be. “You should have asked me, I would have suggested a more convenient way to commit suicide rather than being stucked in the snow. Why didn't you ask me Andre?” Alice helped, her eyes reddened. “What nonsense are you talking about mom?” Andre scowled.Camella laughed and said “Being a bitch for you is all I wanted” she never imagined herself doing such with Andre. He is such a cute guy and he drives her crazy. They had a bath and when they stepped out, Andre's phone chirped. He went to get it and he sighed softly, glancing at Camella. What exactly does the Logan's want from him? Jasmine's call almost ruined his relationship with Camella the previous evening. And now that the going is good between them, she called again. It isn't her phone number this time but her mother's. “Why aren't you answering your phone?” Camella asked, drying her hair, unaware of the battle going on in Andre's mind. She turned and saw him drop the phone by the bedside table and joined her in drying his own hair too. Camella paused and asked “who was that and why aren't you answering?” She asked in a serious tone. She could only think of one person at that moment: Jasmine Logan, his ex. “It's Regina Logan. But I'm sure it'
The next morning, Camella woke up relieved and strengthened. His hands were circled over her and she stayed still. She raised herself and glanced at him, he was sleeping. She smiled, staring at him at such a close proximity was a dream come true. She loves this dude more than anything else in the world. Luck shone on her, that he finally fell in love with her. Gently she moved his hand and tried slipping away when he gribbed her firmly again. Camella sighed and kissed his neckline. She caressed his chest and said “Good morning my love” she didn't expect that he was awake already or could it be, he woke up just when she wanted to slip off? “Good morning” he opened his eyes halfway. He glanced at her and smiled. She looked rough with dark lines beneath her eyes. She hadn't slept well and he knew it. He let her off and she raised herself. Andre also yawned and got off the bed. Then he remembered, she was bleeding the previous night and they would be going to the
Each thrust sends him hornier than the last. He plunged her, roughly and deeper. Going deeper and raising himself slightly to thrust her from a different angle. He was drilling her and moaning out in pleasure. Camella held the bed spread firmly. She felt her body being torn and she was exhausted, completely worn out but Andre was like a beast. She can't imagine he can be so insatiable. “My love, can we rest a bit. I won't refuse you when you want to fuck again..” she coaxed but he wouldn't listen to her at all. “Once I cum, I will let you go. I feel like drilling you all night baby” he confessed and thrust her harder. “Ahhhh” Camella moaned in pain. Andre is rough, really rough. “I'm sorry” he said and next raise both of her legs high in the air and started thrusting her faster, getting deeper into the roof of her cervix and moaning “Thank you Cam…I…love you..ahhhh…I love you” This was the first time he was openly confessing his love to her. He usually sa
What had she done? She'd expected it to be fun but she ruined it again. Is this how every woman goes through this pain before they get intimate with their man? When Andre stepped out again, his hair was dripping with water droplets. He used the hair dryer and Camella was saying “Andre, I'm sorry. You can't just give up on me like that. You know it is my first time and you can't just go off like that…” she was pleading. Andre didn't respond. He dried his hair and went to the closet. He got his robe and wore only a pair of boxer briefs beneath it and tightened the belt of his robe. “Get dressed and put off the lamp shade. I can't sleep with the lights on” he instructed. He got under the duvet and shut his eyes. Camella knew he was upset. “Let's talk about this please. Don't be quiet” she urged. This is a lovers' discussion. He should brace himself up and talk about it. “If you don't let me sleep, that's when I will really get upset with you” he frow
Andre had a bath and stepped out, a white towel around his body. His bare chest was hairy and his hair was damp. He went for the hair dryer and was drying his hair when Camella walked over and stood in front of him. She placed her hand on his chest and caressed it carefully. His body was beautiful. His skin was white, like that of a baby and his legs were muscular but not bulky. She remembered how attractive he was back then, when she was going to the court because of him. His biceps, she caressed them. He'd never exposed his body to her like this before. He towered over her and let her caress him. His hair was now dry and he put the dryer away. He had nothing over his body besides the white towel over his lower body. He brought her closer to himself and caressed her ass as he bent over and kissed the nook of her neck. He kissed her neck and gradually found his way back to her lips. She was waiting for him to kiss him already. He kissed her and suddenly cupped h
Camella was happy and kissed him back. They were engrossed in a passionate moment, kissing each other fiercely. Camella moaned softly, her hands across Andre's neck. She isn't getting enough of him. It appears the more she kissed him, the more the cravings rose within her. She loved Andre so much. Every reins in her knows she does. She knows she'd always been a spoilt brat and acts arrogantly around him when she loses her tempers. She will ensure she doesn't do anything that gets him upset with her anymore. She could feel his hardness poking her as he held her firm against his body. He didn't moan but he seemed to be holding her firmly and gently moved her body closer to his, his stone hard dick bulging through his pants. He moved his hand, slightly above her waist, caressing her back, her ass while still kissing her sweetly. Camella moaned “Andre…why not now?” She asked, her pussy was pulsating and her cunt was wet and dripping. “Tonight, my love…tonight” he







