Brandon Henderson's NarrativeIt was mid-August, and the evening sun cast a long, golden shadow through the window of my office. I paced around the room, anxiously awaiting the return of my bodyguards. I had sent them after one of my wife's maids who had kidnapped my two-week-old son, Julian Henderson.This servant happened to be my wife's personal maid. On the night my wife and I signed our marriage licenses, I had, unfortunately, slept with the maid under the heavy influence of alcohol. I honestly thought that I was making love to my wife, not realizing it was her personal maid at that moment. A few weeks later, we discovered that the maid was pregnant. Both my wife and the maid suggested that we pass the baby off as my wife's. I strongly refused, but after much pressure and blackmail from my wife, I reluctantly agreed.When the servant eventually gave birth, it ended up making headlines that Rachel Henderson had given birth to a baby boy. I had no idea why the maid suddenly had a c

Emma Coleman's NarrativeMy name is Emma Coleman and this is my story. I'm the only daughter of Samuel Coleman, the CEO of Coleman Airways. Standing at a height of 5'11", I have a slim figure with ample curves that accentuate my wide hips. I possess a captivating physique that even my father's friends and employees can't help but admire.I was in my final year at Malmo University, studying industrial engineering before I dropped out of school and went after Brandon Henderson. A man who stole my heart and went back to Stockholm. . During my childhood, there was one man who was constantly present in my life. He would take care of my daily needs, cook for me, and even assist me with my schoolwork. He was my teacher, my mentor, my guiding light, and my source of inspiration. I always believed that our bond would last forever. However, one fateful morning, reality shattered my illusion. I woke up late for school, and for the very first time, nobody embraced me with adoration."Sweethea

"My Jewel," Brandon called, and the rich timbrel of his voice echoed in my room. At least Brandon still remembered the name he gave me the day I was born. A name that holds a cherished place in my heart and melts my stubborn heart. "For more than two hours, after talking to your grandfather, I was resisting the urge to come and see you, but I couldn't. Jewel, I missed you like hell," Brandon whispered softly. His voice was calm, and his eyes remained fixed on mine.I kept quiet and continued staring at Brandon. I missed him and there was no need to pretend I didn't. After some minutes of silence, I took a deep breath and spoke. "I missed you too," I murmured. "I came to your estate, and you said you don't wanna see me. I came to Zenith Incorporation Tower, and you turned down my application to meet you. What did I do?""Nothing," Brandon whimpered. "Are you avoiding me because of Rachel?" I asked, my tears increased and I blinked rapidly as I remembered that Rachel has finall

"Jewel, I did not grasp the true meaning of love until I cradled you in my arms eighteen years ago and looked into the depths of your beautiful hazel eyes. However, as your father, it is my duty to protect you and not fuck you," Brandon said and a solemn silence descended upon the room. There he went again! Always referred to the love he professed for me when I was just a baby. Brandon was just deceiving himself, not me. Deep down, I knew that we both have romantic feelings for each other."You shouldn't have come here," I whimpered over my choking beating heart. "You should have found a way to send the invitation card to my grandfather," I said, my voice filled with intense sadness. "It took me a whole year to push the feelings I have for you aside and concentrate on my studies again. Now, you've resurrected everything, do you expect me to endure another year of agony?" I questioned, my emotions raw and vulnerable. Brandon lowered his head and closed his eyes, his expression filled

Regrettably, I couldn't reciprocate the passion. Gradually, she moved downwards, freeing my manhood from the snug briefs I wore, and started pleasuring the tip with her mouth. Despite her efforts to put me in the mood, none of her actions were able to stimulate an erection in me.After several minutes of pleasuring my manhood, Rachel let out a sigh and turned away, walking towards the bed. I reached out and gripped her hand, attempting to stop her, but she angrily swung her hand out of my grip. Angrily, she climbed onto the bed and faced the window. I quickly put on my snug briefs, joined her on the bed, and knelt between her legs. Rachel spread her legs wide apart, waiting for my action but I couldn't do anything. "Rachel, I'm sorry," I murmured softly, and she sniffled and looked away. "Please just give me a little more time.""Bran, you've been saying that for the past two years! I am the most beautiful girl in the universe! Men are desperate to catch a glimpse of even my thigh!