Anderson Musyoki

←««^»»→ “How did you feel when the police called you a prostitute? Can you imagine how many onlookers reveled and recorded you f*ck*ng a prostitute in a pub? If I knew what you'd done, you would be rotting in prison!” she added, panting strenuously. “Screw you, Beverly! Enough of your pointless lectures!” Louis reproached her. Beverly suddenly shut her mouth and dropped her mug. Even though she was right to rebuke him, she understood how short-tempered he was. Meanwhile, she wiped tears off her red, swollen eyes and scrutinized Diane. If they were trying to disgust her, they had won! Unable to take more of her objurgation, Louis snapped, “Now that I slept with her in the pub, so what? Yes, I amused onlookers with my filthiness! Will you kill me?”

Warning! Mature Content! **************** “I believe I have the mandate to behave whatever stupidly I like!” his eyes became larger as he yelled, “Are you going to control me against the d*mn truth?” Melinda disregarded his absurd outrage as she veered around to face him and laughed. “No… Cody, you are free to behave as oddly you choose, but not in front of my clients!” she continued wiping the counter and muttered, “Let's talk about it in private, like two adult creatures…” She had long apprehended when his tantrum reached a breaking point during their relationship, particularly when he began to rake his fingers through his hair. “If that daughter is my child, I am authorized to see her, spend time with her, provide for her, and most notably, be her father, you know that Mel… Even the law permits that precisely…” his voice quivered as he murmured. He shoved the front counter's bars while balling up his palms into fists. “I'm sorry, Cody, I'm not allowed to answer that. Besides, I am entitled to custody of my daughter, whom I raised alone for over one and a half years. I at least don't fear people like you do! When you realized everything, do you recall how you flew out of the city?” she questioned, tears stinging her eyes. To prevent her tears from getting widespread among her clients, she wisely swept them away. “I need you to tell me, Mel! It's a mess to hear something essential from others like rumors... Do you know I possess the… if that is undoubtedly my daughter? Trust me, if I'm the biological father, I should have known straight after you realized you were pregnant with my child!” he roared back, grabbing the diners' full attention. “Mr. CEO, for now, you have no authority over my daughter. As soon as you disregarded me and fled the city, your rights vanished along with you! Have I not just reminded you of that?” she muttered, unflinchingly, trying to divert the engagement of her clients, “How was I supposed to let you know I was pregnant when you cowardly feared the obligations?”

WARNING 🔞 MATURE CONTENT! This book is strictly dedicated to readers 18+ “Oh, my goodness! That was amazing. I love your voice, and specifically your big d*ck. You must be hot in bed...” she said, pulling him close to her sharp pointing n*ppl*s. “Are you kidding me? Oh, no! Probably, I'm too hot to handle. Do you think we are perfect match?” he asked, pressing her breast on his bulging chest. He had muscles, and that made his romantic. She kissed him passionately, and sighed. “Are you ready to enter my dark side? Don't be lured by my hot looks. I think I'm nothing perfect compared to you. I'm not perfect for you darling. I'm embarrassed of myself...” “Enough of your void words sweetheart. None is perfect, neither me! Everyone got secrets and lies. Don't judge by what you see. Welcome to my dark side as well. Let's find light...” he said, kissing her sweet lips. She retrenched and smiled broadly exposing her pure white teeth. “Have you forgotten that Mathews is mine?” asked Rita interrupting their conversation. “Will you marry me?” asked Mathews, trembling. His voice was nervous. “No! I won't...”

**************** “Justin, warmly, we have no time to squander with you. Here are your divorce documents prepared by Ms Lyra from the United Kingdom Law Court. It will be wise if you sign it before the court resolves otherwise about your case. Kindly, go over carefully what you are inquired of, sign it and clear out of my office!” yelped the secretary, shoving the documented papers on the mahogany, smooth table towards him. There was no time for salutations or anything affiliated to his existence. The unexpectedly surprised, man who posed on the opposite side of the table sighed in awe, keenly peeking at the divorce documents. To some breadth, he reckoned, his daydreaming caught him unaware. “Divorce documents? Who I'm I divorcing with and what's this all about?” asked Justin, abruptly scrutinizing through the papers. Lyra's secretary glimpsed at him with animosity and snorted. “Your absurd marriage with Lyra is over, young man! I can't believe how she willingly accepted to be wedded by a destitute, useless man like you. You two don't rhyme at all. Your grade is too inferior to be her fiancée. Your indulgence in her pleasing life is deteriorating the good title of our remarkable CEO. I'm sorry to declare that your involvement is nothing but a smudge on her integrity!” snarled the secretary. “I am gratifying her reasonable prestige? How dare she consider me to mean to me?” asked Justin, jerking his skull in incredulity. “Ultimately, the ludicrous man is here.” roared Lyra, huddling her giant protruding butt on the leather stool facing the other side of the table. Justin's eyes were perplexed to glimpse at the stunning lady in front of him. Undoubtedly, he wasn't worthy to dart or admire such an exquisite lady. The gentlewoman in his scenery had wedded him for four years now, and they had regaled each other with affection and respect. The naive man lifted his eyes and browsed her before diverting them to the documents in his arms and moaning. It was aggravating for her to schedule for divorce before notifying him how he had wronged her. He was perishing innocently, and it appeared to be the harsh onset and destiny. “I'm sorry I'm late, but I don't have to apologize for being late to someone like you. Besides, I had an inevitable meeting which was essential for me to attend…” muttered Lyra, composing herself to accommodate her buttocks on the chair. Justin scowled and sighed once more, equipping his lips to mutter.

←««^»»→ “You are d*mn crazy, Ivy! Didn't you say that Axel isn't human? You just saw him kill Lilly!” Charlotte asked, her heart racing. She had seen something doomed, something that was going to sabotage Ivy's life in her eyes, but love had turned her into a dummy. Meanwhile, Ivy chuckled bitterly, “Yes, I did—” However, Charlotte interrupted, “You are utterly screwed, Ivy. The same man murdered your parents, kept so many secrets from you, and now you still want to screw him?” “I don't know exactly what to say, Charlotte. I—” Ivy trailed off, nibbling her soft lips bitterly. Momentarily, Charlotte condemned, stressing every phrase, “Don't say I never warned you, Ivy! Now that his dead wolf girlfriend is back, he'll surely kick your *ss out of his life. Trust me, you won't like it—” ←««^»»→

Warning❗Mature Content ❗ ******** Just as I was going to answer it to find out who sent it, Mark ran from the bathroom nude into the room and grabbed his phone from my sight. He quickly took a quick glance at it before turning back to gaze at me. “It’s my sister, Melissa!” “What is wrong with that? Are you concerned that I might find something wrong with your phone or are you hiding something from me?” I gave him a sceptical glance and had a queasy feeling that something was a stray, Would he really be hiding something from me? The brief, disappointing message included just six words and twenty-one letters, “Did she find out the truth?” Because it appeared like the person texting him was afraid I might learn something, that was sufficient clue for me to doubt him, and get mad. There was a sense of uncertainty in the brief message as well, so I looked closely at Mark's behaviour as he explained his messy–short message. My intuition became more intense as my stomach churned.

★★★ After playing the video closely, Rosemary realized that it was a pornography video from an unknown destination! Since she wasn't attached with watching such deplorable videos, she was about to flout it, however, seeing a familiar character from a frontal view scooped her eyes back. Wasn't that her husband; Mark Spencer? Withal, wasn't that the coat she had ironed a day before his business trip? Unable to control her scattering emotions, she grabbed her lips stupefacted and lamented. Meanwhile, her chest heavied with her heartbeat accelerating. Before she could turn to her snoring husband, she noticed the familiar profile picture of the sender. Wasn't that Cynthia? After zooming it, tears rolled down her frozen cheeks. Inarguably, the demon–like woman was back! It wasn't a dream! Jealously won. Suddenly grabbing the bedcovers tightly under her shaking fingers, she let sorrows wash through heart. So it wasn't just a typical business trip? Meanwhile, she tried to keep her breath under control. After a few minutes of contemplation, she caressed her slender fingers on her bulging stomach and sighed. Her baby was the only hope. Mark Spencer had just returned home the previous evening after what he called, “A wonderful business trip!” No wonder he kept applauding the triumph of his business trips. So these were the memories he created behind her back! As usual, he had acted intimately and pretended that nothing had strange had happened. The thought of her making love almost the entire night nearly knocked her down. Instantly, Mark's calling alarm brought her back from another realm of imagination. So he had cheated on her regardless being pregnant with his child? Meanwhile, Mark heeded to his alarm, rose from the bed and kissed her cheek. With that, he straightened his slender body to attain the elegant figure that had lured her into his love. That three years down the line.

***Excerpt*** “Stay in you lane woman; otherwise the consequences will be regrettable!” Lincoln commanded, then smirked agitatedly. “Why didn't you say you just wanted to steal my money? Do you think I'm that dumb to waste it on a prostitute like you–?” Lincoln Richardson snapped, blocking her way. Sara stepped back and leaned on his car. Meanwhile, Lincoln smiled bitterly and ultimately chuckled mockingly. In his working time, he had encountered so many girls who were after him money, and never cared about his feelings. Soon after, Sara interjected, holding her guards, firmly, “Prr! A prostitute? Do I look like one?” Then, she chuckled bitterly and continued, “What do you know about poor girls, Mr. Lincoln? Do you believe I'm a prostitute selling my body to get some cash? How mean!” After swallowing hard, she continued, “Yeah, yeah, I known I'm that desperate for money, but you can't judge me for that. It's true; I'm that poor, but do you think I'm that mad to sign a fake–contract marriage, go through artificial foetal implantation with a stranger if I wasn't in a demanding situation?” Hearing that, Lincoln stepped back and narrowed his eyes on Sara, however, that didn't scare her, so she continued, “Eveyone is not as lucky as you, Lincoln. You are d*mn rich; born in fortune. You have never lacked something to put on the table everyday, but...” Firmly, she added, “Do you think I can be compared to you? I can't spend so much money on a simple party like a birthday, I can't drive a heavy machine like this one, of which it's price is higher than apartment, but my sister... Avah...” Looking desperately, she confessed, “She's mean everything to me and got diagnosed with stage four cancer. I'm going though hell to save her life, yet you think I'm a prostitute? Let me leave!” “What? Wait. You mean your sister... Let me drop you home, kindly–” “No! I'll manage to walk. You are free to leave!”