••••••
{ THE PARTY/THE PUNCH }
She climbed the bed with him and grabbed his d_1ck, then she started bringing it to her pu$$y.
Immediately the tip made contact with her çlit, his phone rang in his trousers pocket, vibrating on the bed.
Rita’s eyes widened as Alfred moved slightly, and his lids moved slowly.
He stopped moving, and she quickly took the trousers with the aim of taking out the phone to switch it off, but immediately she took out the phone, it mistakenly slipped off her hand and fell on Alfred’s chest.
His eyes flew open immediately, and Rita’s eyes widened.
He took the phone and squeezed his brows as he stared at the scene.
He’s still a little bit tipsy, so it was blurry.
For two minutes, he kept staring at the screen, and the phone finally went off after the second ring. It ran out of battery.
He threw the phone on the bed and turned his face to Rita who was still sitting beside him in bed.
Immediately he saw her nakedness, he squinted again to be sure it’s really Rita in his room.
He looked at her again, and when he finally confirmed that it’s her, his eyes widened, and he jumped down from the bed.
The alcohol cleared off his face immediately, and when he saw he’s naked too, his eyes widened again.
“What were you trying to do?”
“Get pregnant for you” she replied shameless.
“What!”
“Yes, not like you’d Füçk me if I asked” she replied, getting down from the bed too.
“So you resorted to raping me in my unconcious state?”
“You’re my husband, so tell me how it’s R@PE” she replied, and Alfred felt sparks of anger flying through his being immediately.
“How dare you!”
“I love you!” She shouted.
“Say that again” he replied, and she came closer.
“I love you Alfred Jenkins!” She shouted, and it felt like a dream when Alfred raised his hand on her.
He Füçking slapped her. Hard.
“Ahh!” She gasped, falling on the bed.
Alfred picked his trousers. He put it on and faced her.
“Alfred you raised your hand on me!” She started crying.
“Want another one? That was just a tip cos if I slap you again, you’d lose your womb. Wait do you even have a womb? You’ve ruined me enough so why don’t you just let me go! I’m not interested in you and I can never be! What part of that did you not understand? We both didn’t want this marriage from the start and nothing is ever gon’ change on my side! You took my maid away from me and now you wanna R@PE me? Get a life Rita! Füçking get one!” He shouted and walked out of the room.
He met Charity by the door, seems she has been listening.
“Mr Jenkins I…
“Don’t call me that!” He shouted at her and entered Kristen’s room.
He fell on her bed and covered himself completely, crying like a kid.
“I h@të myself for being so weak. Where did my strong self go?” He sniffed, pulling the duvet closer.
He could smell Kristen all-over it.
“I miss you a lot, Krissy”
•••
The rain stopped some minutes ago, and thanks to Clinton’s home medication, Kristen is back.
He gave her some flu suppressors and rubbed balm on the visible parts of her body, then he wore gloves on her hands and socks on her legs.
The cold went down already, but right now she’s complaining of headache, and Alfred’s phone is off.
She started crying again when the headache became unbearable. She has never been sick like this all her life, and she’s not planning to go to the hospital again.
Clinton suddenly carried her from the bed and took her into the bathroom.
He placed her beside the bathtub and sat on the edge, then he balanced her neck on the edge too and started pouring water on her hair, trying to calm the headache.
Luckily it worked, and she started stopping the tears till he wet her hair for almost ten minutes.
He wrapped a towel on it afterwards, then he squatted in front of her.
“Is it better now?” He asked, and she nodded.
He wiped the traces of tears on her face and sighed.
“You’re scaring me”
“I’m sorry” she muttered, and he smiled before holding her face.
Surprisingly, he kissed her forehead.
“Please don’t get sick anymore” he said, and she nodded once.
He carried her out of the bathroom and placed her back on her bed, then he dried her hair and rolled it into a rough bun.
“You should sleep” he said.
“I don’t feel sleepy” she replied.
“Then…. Movie till sleep comes?” He asked, and she smiled.
He made to carry her again, but she came down from the bed on her own, and she grabbed her teddy before leaving the room.
Clinton smiled and followed her to the living room.
Instead of popcorn, they got a big bottle of orange juice and inserted two straws.
They were sipping at once as they watched the thriller movie together.
Thirty minutes into it, they slept off at the same time. Their lips are still around the straws as they dozed.
Their heads rested on each other, and they slept like that till daybreak.
•••
“Here, the records of sir Alfred’s movements yesterday” Santos said as he dropped an envelope on the table in front of Empress Elsa.
She dropped the tab she was holding and took the envelope, taking out the pictures.
How he left the house and went to the office. Pictures of everything he did at the office and when he left and went to the bar, then how he went home afterwards. It contains his phone call records too.
“He didn’t meet or speak to her yesterday” Elsa said, dropping the pictures.
“Yes Empress” Santos bowed.
“Seems like he’s ready to know his place, but continue watching him, he’s smart” she sighed.
“Yes Empress”
“Preparations for the party tonight?” President Billy asked, coming downstairs.
“Everything has been set since last night president. It’s scheduled to start at 8pm” Santos replied.
“Good” Billy smiled and sat.
Santos left after taking a bow, and Rita came in.
“Daughter-in-law!” Empress gasped, standing up.
“Goodmorning Empress” Rita hugged her.
Charity came in behind her, holding a basket of plum.
“I went shopping yesterday, and I luckily found these. They’re fresh from The Philippines” Rita said, and some maids took the basket from Charity.
“Thanks Rita, how’re you?” Billy asked.
“I’m good father-in-law. I was on my way to the agency so I decided to make a detour” she smiled.
“Is Alfred treating you right?” Elsa asked.
“Not yet, but I believe he’d come around soon. It’d only take time” she replied.
“Sure, you should leave so you won’t be late” Billy said.
“I can’t wait for the party tonight. Happy 60th birthday father-in-law” Rita hugged him.
“Thanks Rita” he chuckled.
“I’ll be on my way” Rita said, still smiling as she walked out of the palace.
“Throw the plum basket in the trash” Elsa smirked.
“Yes Empress” the maids replied.
•••
“Another Saturday!!! But this one is special cos we’re going to a party!” Bright screamed, coming out of the bathroom with Abel.
They just finished bathing.
“I know, right?” Abel smiled.
“Wait! We haven’t picked out dresses for it!’ Bright suddenly gasped.
“I have numerous suits. Zelga, Bolrado, Brioni, Zegna, Etro, Boglioli…
“I know, please…” Bright cut him off, and he laughed.
“I can just pick anyone I like from the ones I’ve never touched, so it’s left for you to choose yours. Are you suiting up?” Abel asked.
“Of course, I wanna be like you daaadd” he replied, and they both laughed again.
His phone dinged, and he quickly checked.
It’s what he has been expecting. Yvonne’s text.
YOU’RE NOT ONLY HANDSOME BUT S£XY. YOUR ROYAL S£XINESS, I GUESS YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH YOUR EFFECT ON ME FEELS. I WISH YOU’D SPEND SOME HOURS BETWEEN MY THIGHS ONE DAY TO FIND OUT.
GOODMORNING MY MAFIA ?
“Füçk! What the hell!” Abel laughed, holding his chest.
“Such a baddie. Did my heart just leap? Gawd! She’ll be my end” he said, reading the message again.
Bright was smiling as he watched him.
It feels good to see his dad so genuinely happy early in the morning, thanks to Yvonne.
Another message popped up, and Abel’s eyes widened.
LET’S TAKE THE KIDS OUT TODAY, YOU IN?
“Young Thug” he called, showing him the phone screen.
“Yes!!!!!” Bright screamed happily.
•••
Dennis came out of the kitchen with a cup of warm milk in hand, and immediately he took a sip, he sighed.
“Goodmorning boss. Do you feel better now?” His maid asked behind him.
“Sure, thanks” he replied, facing her.
“I’m glad. I hope the monthly fever goes soon” she smiled.
“I’m still going to president Billy’s party tonight since I’m now fine, pick a suit for me later” Dennis said and made to go upstairs, but he suddenly saw an ad on TV.
It’s about dogs at a dog farm. Cute white young ones ready for sale.
Merely seeing them, Dennis sneezed thrice consecutively.
The maid noticed and quickly changed the channel.
“I’m sorry about that. Your allergy is quite strong” she said.
“It’s ok” Dennis nodded and went upstairs.
His room wall was filled pictures of Bright, then scanty pictures of Queen.
He smiled as he looked at the pictures, then his phone rang.
It’s Hazel calling.
•••
Abel and Yvonne’s car stopped in front of the white building at the same time.
Queen came out with Yvonne, and Bright came out with Abel.
“Come let’s go in fast!” Bright quickly held Queen, and they ran into the mall together.
“Hey mafia” Yvonne smiled, walking to Abel.
“Hey baddie” he replied, suddenly drawing her to himself.
“We’re outside!” She quickly said.
“So? You don’t want a morning kiss? Fine” he replied and made to release her…
“Are you kidding me?” Yvonne said and leaned in for a kiss.
They kissed so hard that he forgot they’re outside, and he groped her backside.
She was already Mõ@ning in his mouth before they broke it, and they both laughed.
“I love you naughty mafia” she said.
“You’re trying hard” he replied, and she smiled before hugging him tight.
“Missed you” she whispered.
“Me too” he replied before kissing her neck.
“Let’s go meet the kids” she said, breaking it.
They went in and met the kids shopping with the help of the attendants already.
Abel is a regular customer, same with Yvonne, so they were recognized.
“Welcome Mr Keys, welcome Mrs Stevie”
“Kids, shall we eat first before we start emptying the mall?” Yvonne said.
“Yes!!!” They chorused, and they went to the food counter for a full course meal.
They settled in a camera blind corner for their meal, and while the kids ate, Abel and Yvonne made teasing faces at each other.
For the first time since she left, Abel forgot completely about Hazel.
•••
Two plates of spicy spaghetti were already sitting on the dinning table.
Clinton and Kristen sat across each other with each plate, their forks held tight.
“First to finish eating within five minutes” Kristen said.
“Why do you love games so much? Are you gonna ask for money again? Clinton laughed.
“If you lose, you’re going on a ride with me, on the bridge” she said.
“Anything else but not that bridge, I h@të bridges” he replied.
“Come on” she blinked.
“Fine. Start!” He replied, and they started eating fast at the same time.
The spaghetti is so hot, but it only takes one second for Kristen to eat a full forklift.
She wasn’t even blowing air on it. It’s like she has a freezer in her mouth.
Clinton had to stop at a point, and his fork fell as he stared with wide mouth.
“I give up” he stood and left the dinning.
Kristen laughed and drank some water, then she stood and jumped on his back.
“Clinton!” She said cutely, touching his hair.
“Stop being a baby and get off me rabbit” he laughed, and Beyonce came in immediately.
They stopped moving, and her eyes widened when she saw Kristen on his back.
“How dare you touch him sl*t!” She shouted, rushing to them.
Kristen came down, and she tried touching her, but Clinton blocked her.
“Stop”
“Who the hell is she! You didn’t tell her you have a girlfriend?” Beyonce said, and Kristen’s eyes widened.
“What are you talking about?” Clinton said.
“Chase this Bîtch out!” Beyonce shouted and made to grab Kristen’s hair, but Tamara came in.
“Touch her and lose your fingers. Please touch her” she said from the door.
“And who the hell are you to barge in here? Tamara Jirawat?” Beyonce smirked.
“Thankfully you know my name, and you should know what I’m capable of too, so please walk out majestically” Tamara smiled, clapping her hands.
“This isn’t over, Clinton I’ll punish you!” Beyonce threatened and walked out.
“Miss Tamara” Kristen smiled.
“Tamara, why are you here?” Clinton asked, and she hugged Kristen.
“To doll you up, for the party” she said.
“What!” Kristen gasped.
•••
<8:30PM~EVENTS HALL>
It was already bubbling with rich personalities mingling in suits and expensive gowns, holding cups of wine and ÇOçktails.
The party started thirty minutes ago as scheduled, but the celebrant himself is yet to appear.
The tall cake sat on a table in front of the rich hall with the decorated knife beside it.
60 was written with a golden icing on top.
Abel and Yvonne came together, each having their kids beside them.
Dennis was already in, and immediately he saw the kids, he smiled, especially at Bright.
Yvonne’s eyes suddenly met with his own, and he stopped smiling.
Yvonne turned around immediately, walking away from her spot.
Abel saw him too, and when he saw the way he was staring at Bright, he left his spot too and got his phone, dialling Alphonse.
“Run a background check on Dennis Gomez, everything about him” he said.
Clinton came in alone, and he walked to Abel.
Alfred was holding his forehead as he came in.
Standing in the sun for long is starting to affect him badly. He’s currently feeling so sick and empty.
He feels weak and lacks energy, but he just had to come tonight for the sake of the company.
He fell on a couch alone and closed his eyes, resting back.
“My head” he mumbled, holding his forehead again.
Tamara and Metawin came in hand in hand, and Clinton walked to her immediately.
“Where’s Kristen?”
“There she is” Tamara gestured at the door, and he faced the direction to see Kristen coming in.
Is that really her???
His eyes widened, and his cup of wine fell from him immediately.
Kristen’s hair was curled go fall on her B@@bs, and it was dyed light brown. She’s wearing light makeup with a red lip tint and tiny but expensive earrings.
White flannel gown which was bedecked with precious stones. It spread out on her waist and stopped on her knees directly.
She’s wearing high heels, then she has a bright smile on her face as she walked in
“Perfect, right?” Tamara said, but Clinton was too lost staring.
“Who’s that?” Minaj said beside Rita, and she faced Kristen too.
“Stinky? Who dressed her up that way and what the hell is she doing here!” She said shockingly.
Her voice made Alfred’s eyes open, and they opened more immediately he saw her.
His heartbeats came madly fast, and he stood from the chair without knowing.
Is that really…. Kristen??? His maid??
Same girl he has been missing insanely???
Tamara smiled when she saw his reaction, and he started walking to her immediately.
Right now, he doesn’t care about the Empress or president Billy. How could he not go closer to the beauty in front of him??
Clinton was also walking to her, and they got to her at the same time.
They both tendered their palms at once, and Kristen didn’t even look at Alfred.
She pretended not to see her and placed her hand on Clinton’s.
Clinton smiled and started taking her away, leaving Alfred to remain standing like a fool.
“Will this end well?” Metawin said.
“Calm down” Tamara smiled.
Anger, fury, jealousy and uncontrollable rage took over Alfred immediately.
Clinton got to a spot with Kristen and faced her with a sweet smile.
“You’re so pretty” he said, and she smiled adorably.
“Thanks”
He held her face immediately and leaned in to kiss her forehead.
Alfred’s anger exploded that minute, and he walked fast to them.
He separated them first, then he threw a punch at Clinton’s face.
“Mr Jenkins!” Kristen gasped.
“Alfredo!” Abel started running to the scene.
“I knew it” Metawin muttered.
Alfred made to punch Clinton again, but Clinton caught his fist and brought it down.
“Come back to your senses!”
“Let me go crazy totally! How dare you kiss her bastard!” He spat, locking his collar.
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TB Continued…
