The whole day, I was being told that it was my fault, why?, And why does Annie Maria Jose hate me so much. After a while, we went home, I walked up to my room leaving the others behind, I stepped in only to get called back with a hand that pinned me to the wall. "Scott!! What the hell is this again, aren't you tired of doing this?".( A frown appeared on my face and it seems his childlike attitude gets up every minute, he finds me alone) "Wow!!! Miss Boma, what got you so much?". He inquired, lifting my head up. I took his hand away and nudged him a step backwards.."nothing happened Scott?". I said turning my back on him, and while waiting for his response, he pulled my hands up and we both fall on the bed. "You're lying?".He locked my hand behind, and tied down my leg from moving, the tension between us kept growing, I towed my shoulders aside but he

Scott kept on waiting for an answer, and as much as doing this wasn't right, I couldn't contain myself.   We both ruled over our emotions and in the next seconds, my lips were overrun by his.   Scott nudged me to the wall. He locked my hand behind my back and savaged my lips.   He moved his next action and kissed my neck, down to my thighs. Urgh!!! I moaned like a sick little puppy, enjoying the romance of the one I truly love.   Is this right?, I'm I doing the right thing?. Questions ran through my psyche, while Scott continued pleasuring me.   The aggregate of everything ended up being a body-on-body love section with him. He had me moaning and no matter how much I try to bottle down my desire, it just has a way of dancing itself out, following Scott's touch and caresses.   Indeed I've missed this...   Thereafter, we bot

Brandon wanted to hear that, he drops the gun on the ground. And refund his attention to me."Did anything happen between us both!!! Did you make love to him?". While Brandon waited to hear my comeback, another drama came up.A man wearing a dark-colored suit walks through the front door.We all turned our heads, only to heed Scott's words."Welcome Mr. Ian, come in?". The man walks in. We all looked trying to understand what was going on.Scott saw we needed an explanation. He takes a step closer and said. "Hello guys, you'll know Mr. Ian, our lawyer". "Yes, but why is he here?". ( Mr. Damien ordered to know more) Scott veers his head. "Actually dad, I called Mr. Ian because I want a divorce from Yulan". ( Thunderstorms goes off) "Whaaaaat?".Heeding that, Yulan takes a step backward

BRANDON LAKEWOOD The news of Scott being no more had everyone tensed.Aunt cried her eyes out, uncle tried to console her and to add things up.Yulan got engaged in an accident. Things went from one doze of problems to the other. And come to think of it. Where's my wife?. Boma seems to be missing. Where is she?". The moment I asked that she walked in holding a sad face.I moaned at the side and she walked past without taking note of my presence. "Boma?". Her feet froze and she turned to ease to hear me speak.So I said. "where are you going?".She takes a nod and smiled. Boma felt like she had lost her will to live, she continued the same action and to add up to the problems going on. Her eyes fall asleep on my chest. I had her sleeping on my lap, mom joins in telling on

The news of loosing uncle came as a shock to us all, Mrs Sophia fainted out of shock, Mrs Mathilda ran to her aid and Scott was asked to call the doctor. Meanwhile, I couldn't do anything?, Is this perhaps my fault?, Did I do something wrong or should I have listened to father in order to stop all this from happening. "Boma, come with me please". Mrs Mathilda, Scott's mom asked me to accompany her to the hospital, I ran behind because it would seems Scott was unable to get a hold of the doctor. He drives us to the nearest hospital and Mrs Sophia was carried in my the nurses.And if that wasn't enough drama, Maria Jose walked in, dragged me back and gave me a sound slap on my face. "Maria Jose?". Her mom drags her back attempting the same action but stopped decerning I came between. "Please ma'am, don't?", That I said veering back to listen