Semua Bab Captured by Randy CEO : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The dinner was great and throughout the journey, Christine continued to peer at the tiny, pricey jewel. It was made of imperial gold directly from China by an Italian goldsmith company. "Do you like the ring?" Alan asked her with a smile, pleased to see the joy in her face. "Like it? I love it," Christine said delightedly. "I'm glad," Alan blushed. "You know I told the store owner to get me something simple but classy and beautiful like the woman I love," he said. "Aw," Christine said and hid her face in mock embarrassment. "Stop it, you're making me blush," she said. Alan eased the car and halted a few metres away from her house. "Thanks for the dinner, Mr Alan," Christine said. "Come on, don't be that way, Christy," Alan said somewhat crossly. "Call me Alan. We're a thing now."She smiled and called him her love. "My love," he said and flushed. "I like the sound of that."She laughed musically. He tapped his cheek, signalling her to kiss him. She leaned into him and kissed

While Alan and Christine slept, tired out as a result of the long night, activity was going on downstairs. His mom was moving in. He stirred, naked and reached for Christine who was beside him, naked as he was. He held her tightly and pressed his flaccid dick against her ass. Suddenly, the door opened and Sheila stood there. "Ah, fuck!" Alan swore and pulled the sheets over his nakedness. "Mom," he groaned. "Why are you hiding it?" Sheila teased. "Remember I used to be the one who bathed you. I've seen your heinie and everything.""I'm not a kid anymore," he said. "And, by the way, aren't you supposed to be by your husband's bedside?" "Forget your dad," she said. "I am really happy to see you this way, looking so happy and carefree," she said and faced Christine. "You've really done a number on his head."Christine smiled coyly. She didn't bother shielding her nakedness in the presence of Sheila. "I'm going to the specialist down at Woodward Avenue," Sheila said. "Will you come?

Lorraine stood at the door, holding a large flower bouquet. Christine didn't move as Lorraine bounded up the stairs with an affected gait. "Hello, Christine,” she greeted noisily and hugged her quite effusively. “H-hi,” Christine stuttered, still dazzled with the “I know you're surprised to see me so soon,” she said. “Yeah...yeah, I think I am," Christine admitted. "Alan is not h…”“I'm not here for Alan," Lorraine interrupted. "I'm here for the mother bear."She ducked under her arm and Christine shut the door and followed her. “Alan's mom is in the dining hall. To get there..."“Hush. I know the way,” she interrupted Christine. “I had countless dinners here."Then she sauntered in and Christine escorted her with a hard glower. Lorraine knocked on the door. "Come in, whore!" Sheila called from inside. Lorraine sighed as she walked in. Then she took her seat on the stool and faced Sheila, her eyebrows lowered and her head tilted slightly in a false expression of contriteness.

Christine was alarmed when Sheila didn't come down for dinner. She locked herself up in her room after Lorraine's eviction and Christine thought she was only angry because Alan disrupted their bonding moment. But she had presumed that Sheila was only angry for the moment, so when ten minutes after the table was set, Sheila had still not come down the stairs, she was troubled. She thought to send a maid but beat the thought away. She bounded up the stairs to Sheila's room. She knew that Sheila was in as the television upstairs was on and voices spilled out indistinctly. She knocked. Sheila heard the knock and rolled her eyes. Then she picked up the remote and increased the volume to drown out the sound of Christine's knuckles on the door. "Dinner's ready, ma!" Christine announced at the top of her voice and rolled her eyes as the TV volume went up even more. She waited for a while and since Sheila was not coming, she bounded back down the stairs. "She didn't come?" Alan asked, see

Alan stirred in his bed and stretched. Christine was beside him in the bed, half asleep. He leaned in and kissed her on her cheek and teased her ear with his tongue. She moaned in her sleep and stirred also. She stretched and covered her mouth as she yawned. She could still feel alcohol in her breath reminding her of They didn't get up from the bed. "So, it's weekend," he said. "Yup," she said. "How do you spend your weekend?" he asked her. "I try to do some chores around the house. Clean out the front garden and take out the trash. Then Trish and I go to the laundromat to get our bedsheets and comforters dry-cleaned.""That's...awesome," Alan smiled. "How do you spend yours?" "Saturday is my lazy day," he said and chuckled. "Mine is usually boring, unlike yours. It begins with whisky. I take a few glasses.""Whisky?" she echoed. "You begin your day with whisky?"He nodded and smiled. "I know it sounds strange. But whisky was what gave me the courage to step out and get things