Charles felt good, yet quite uncomfortable. As he yanked his arms which seemed very apart, he felt slightly, a sharp pain and a metallic sound. Almost frowning, he wondered what was going on. Besides, he also felt stripped. He could feel cool air coming unto manhood. With the aim of leaving his semi-conscious state and ridding himself of the discomfort, he made to get up but it was all in his head. His body never left the bed. What was going on? He wondered. Was he dreaming? As questions flooded his mind, he felt warm hands on his thickness and as they rubbed through, he felt so good. Then it dropped. Was Isabella playing some kind of sexual game with him? It was rather too early for that kind of thing as she didn't appear to be stable enough for extremity. But if she really wanted it... why not? As his mind wandered some more in his state which he still coul

It still bothered Charles that Miss Kane would stupidly act the way she did. While she had the chance to always seduce him to the fullest, she did nothing but drop hints. So, why? Why would she at that moment, take such a crazy step? He could not help but eventually link it all to his mother. And if his suspicion was right, then, he was nothing but disappointed in the woman who gave birth to him. The almost empty cup in his hold soon became a medium for instigating more thoughts. As the tip of his index finger played around the rim, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. "Richard," he acknowledged the man who walked to the seat opposite him and warmed the cushioned chair with his stylish clothing. "Why did you seem so deep in thought? Did something happen?" Charles almost smiled. Richard never failed to read his emotions and mood right. It was one of the reason

"What?" the Judge who hadn't spoken a word in a while, asked.    Isabella's eyes shut and her head ducked. As her mind replayed the events that led to her losing her child at that time, her heart became even heavier.    "Miscarriage?" the man's deep questioning voice asked almost uncertainly.    As Mr. Richard's hand came onto hers to offer his own little support, her mind instantly went to Charles. There was a time she wanted to tell him about it. But at that moment... her entire being was against the idea.   "Yes." The atmosphere had become heavy with emotion. "That day when she helped herself into the hospital, she was so numb. It was until I noticed bloodstains on her gown and ran tests that I could deduce she had suffered a loss."   "Did she say what happened?"   Dr. Jones shook his head. "Contrary to how lively she used to be, she suddenl

Every nerve awoke within her all because of his touch. And with his lips finally finding hers and exploring pleasurably, she had her head instantly filled with no one else but Charles. His fingers ran through her hair and she felt relief follow. His touch was everything good to her system.  As his tongue ran across the soft flesh of her lip in a likeable manner, her lower body grounded into his even more and she knew what she had to next. Taking her position to be an advantage she broke the kiss and bossily tore his hold off her hips.  With amusement on his lips, Charles watched as she had his hands approach the tip of her gown. Allowing her take control, his hands glided through her skin slowly, his fingers still having the electric touch to them and her gown followed the rhythm.  Closing her eyes to relish the moment, her hands led his to her lower abdomen whe

With no intention of slowing down his anger filled strides, Charles made for his mother’s abode in the hotel. She had crossed the line finally and he wasn’t going to let it slide. To make matters worse, he was not able to celebrate with Isabella properly, for finally winning the battle. That was more reason to see his mother at that moment. He finally made it to her room and took a deep breath to collect himself. Hardening his face after, he pushed the door hard and as his eyes scanned the room, he smiled. With his father with them, the whole thing was going to play out amazingly.  “Charles, where are your manners? Have you lost your senses, you don’t know how to knock anymore?” his mother quizzed, her brows furrowed. Charles could still sense the Isabella topic beneath her question but he said nothing yet. He just walked to chair and sat.