Luisa’s POV“We are here to take you on a date.” I said with a slight smile. What if it was a bad idea and he was too busy to go on date? I never thought this far while planning; all I wanted to do was take his mind off Nelly. He might not act it, but I felt he was hurt by the fact that she was not his daughter. He must have been hurt that someone he once cared about could go to such lengths to deceive him.“You and Chris.” He asked.I nodded, “I decided to make it a family date. I feel we haven’t been spending more time with Chris, so this is an opportunity to spend time with him.”He placed a kiss on Chris's forehead, “Okay. So, where do you guys plan to take me?” I could see the amusement in his eyes, and I was glad to be the reason he was feeling this way.“That is a surprise. I hope we are not disturbing your work.”He carried Chris in one hand and started closing files with the other, “No, it’s perfect. I am not too busy.”I sat on the couch watching him pack up things on h

Luisa’s POVIf everything was suddenly going as expected, things were going better than you had imagined. It was a bad omen. With Clarissa and Nelly out of our lives, things were easier at home. I was finally getting used to being the mistress of the mansion. My future mother-in-law was also out of communication with me it was as if she had lost interest in the marriage plannings all of a sudden. To me, it was an amazing thing. It seemed everything was working for my good. My match-making duty was also going fine. I could see the friendship budding between Nick and Jenny; I was proud of myself. I just wanted to try, I had no idea I was going to make such an impact on them.Chris was seated between my tight with his tab in front of him; we were watching the kiddie's show and trying to get the wordings in ‘Baby shark’ when the door to my room suddenly opened without a knock. There was no one in the mansion who had the audacity to barge into the room, not even miss Andreas. I turne

Journalists were a set of annoying people, when I received the first strange number call on my phone, I had no idea it was from a journalist wanting to hold an interview with me. I was surprised by how they could find my personal phone number; I hadn’t posted it on any of my social media. I was been careful with the call I picked from then. I refused to pick any strange number.I lay down on the bed feeling empty and not wanting to do anything. I placed Chris on my chest and before I knew it, he was already asleep on my chest. When I heard the door to my room open slowly, I dropped Chris on the bed. The moment I saw Kingston’s hair at the door, I jumped up and launched at him. He chuckled and moved back slowly, “Easy, Wifey. I am not going anywhere, trust me.”I knew he wasn’t going anywhere. I was just relieved to see him. When he told me he believed me on the phone, I was still in doubt, but I was really glad that he was here because of me right now. “I’m just glad to see y

Kingston’s POVI had never seen Luisa as nervous as she was right now. She had tried almost all the clothes in her closet, and yet she was still walking around in her underwear. If it was up to me, we wouldn’t go on that visit anymore. I will be the one visiting her until she cum so hard on me.“I have nothing to wear to your parents.” She complained.I stared at the numerous clothes she had abandoned on her bed. Apart from her clothes, they were also the ones I had used in surprising her; ones she had never worn before.“Should we go shopping first?” I teased.Angrily, she turned her attention to me, “How are we going to meet up if we are just going clothes shopping? We will have to delay your parents and I don’t want to do that.”Women; were hard to please. “Then wear one of these numerous clothes. I am certain my parents wouldn’t mind and you look beautiful in anything. You don’t need to dress to impress anyone.”She shrugged, “Your mother doesn’t like me already. If I dress a

Kingston's POVLuisa couldn’t hide her surprised look. She stared wide-eyed taking in everything before she chuckled and started laughing uncontrollably. I was expecting that much, that was why I had never shown anyone my childhood room. She had been so serious and everything about my mother was getting to her. I wanted some difference; I wanted her to laugh and smile like this. When all her thoughts throw to the wind and her head swung back. She was beautiful but looked most beautiful when she was smiling. I gave a tight smile that she could barely see. “Who the heck paints a boy's room all pink?”I groaned, “Don’t remind me of the horror I had to live through staring at pink every moment.”She moved to the bed, “Seriously, who came up with this idea? I think the person derives pleasure in torturing you. If not, why pink of all colours.”I smiled, looking back at all the tantrums I had committed just to have the room colour changed to navy blue, or gold, all were futile. Yet,