Chapter 58

Becca was tired from the meeting that was held earlier in her office. She had come back home collapsing on her bed. But due to her itchy body, she decided to take a bath.

She step into the shower, taking a bottle of shampoo squeezing the tube. It explodes in her palms, with little dollops of the juicy everywhere. She poured the shampoo on her hair running her fingers through it as she stepped into the shower rinsing it off.

She let the warm water oozing from the showers to cascade over her body as she gently work some lather rinsing it off . Rebecca prepare to go out of the shower as she grabbed the towel she has been hanging on the screen glass walking out barefooted.

Suddenly her feet slipped  from under her while the door jerked opened. A scream fall from her lip  and her ass collided with the ground. Her cheeks makes an unceremonies landing on the hard tiles, and her head smashed against the shower flower.

Becca raised her face to the other side and saw Clinton staring at her. "Don't look!" She squealed like a rat clutching her hands on the towel draping recklessly around her.

Clinton walked in at fast pace rushing to her side. He quickly shut tight his eyes with one hand while he offered her the other. Rebecca have her eyes widened in surprise and glanced at him from up to down.  He pulled her up with one hand as she clutched her towel over her boob with the other hand.

If perhaps he's peeping at her, he would sure have being satisfied with his view. Once she was up and strong on her feet, his hands goes round her waist to check if she was okay.  Their body pressed against each other, his eyes flared open staring deeply into her eyes.

When they regain their balance, something fluttered in her stomach and she felt butterflies. She whimpered unexpectedly with her eyes bulged out as his lips connect with Her and mold perfectly together.

His grips was tighter and the kiss deepened. A moan escape from her lips giving him full access to her tongue. He cupped her face in his hands stating at her while she gently wrapped her arms around him. He finally break the kiss and withdrew from her. It took her a moment to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry, this happened." Clinton apologized which makes Becca to feel sad.

"What do you mean by that? Why saying sorry?" She muttered with a shaky voice staring at him confused.

Clinton shift back checking her body to see if she was okay. After seeing that she was okay, he leaves her alone with ache in her heart. He just walked out on her without uttering any words.

****

Whitney was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she screamed "Jack," "Jack, please can you come over?" 

"I'm busy honey!" Jack replied. "I know you're busy but I just need you here in the kitchen."

"I'm watching football!" He squealed, tilting his head to his right hand side. He staggered on his feet still looking at the t.v before hauling towards the kitchen.

When he got in, Whitney thrusts a jar of sweetener in his hand while he scoffed. "You really pulled me out here while I was watching football to help you in opening a jar?"

"But the jar lid is so tight so I can't open it." She spouted with a pleading look which makes him to succumb. He pull the lid one time jerking it open.

Whitney gave him a sweet smile while he almost feel the urge to come closer and consumed her lips.he just strides backwards walking to the living room. He cursed out loud at the sight of his manhood which was already bulgy out of his trouser.

He feels the urge to go back in there and pinned her down but damn, the football match was so important to him and he has to watch it.

While he was watching the match, he wasn't concentrating.

Whitney paused at what she was doing, taking a peep at him. She drawled in her breath.

Moment later the match was over, he walked stealthily behind and grabbed her by her waist. Slowly he dragged his right hand up to her bust. Cupping her breast while Whitney let out a small smile.

"I think you were watching your football match." He swallowed the lump in his throat and bring his lips closer to her napes. His hit breath causing the hair strands on her skin to spring up 

"I couldn't watch anymore." He said dragging his tongue out licking her ears while she tried to resist him but his emotions has taken over him and he isn't going to take no for an answer.

"I'm cooking jack." She said trying to free but herself from his grip but he wouldn't permit that as he held closer to her. Pressing his hard erected dick against her butt.

"Suspend the food while we make love." "What about Clio?"Whitney cut him off snapping at him while he peered into her eyes panting.

"The nanny will take good care of her." "And the food?"She demanded  with smiles all over her face. "The nanny will have it taken care of."

"But you know she is just a nanny and not our cook." Jack bring his gaze down, staring at her boobs which were shine under the white bulb.

"Are you trying to chase me off?" He said occupying the space between them.

"No dear but just try and understand my point. I'm tired and I feel stressed out." Whitney tried to persuade him.

"It okay." Jack said feigning annoyance on his face. He walked out if the kitchen keeping a mean face while Whitney tried to stop him but he was already out.

She doesn't know why she always feel guilty after having sex with Jack and so she's trying to balance her life and in the other hand trying to make him happy.

Cliton sat among men in dark suit  in his office. They seemed engrossed in their discussion. "So, no news about her or him?"

"No sir, but I heard he's residing in new York. Someone actually had sighted him at a groceries store."

"And his home?" The men look down in disappointment as Clinton stared at him. "No news sir, but they are all working on it."

"I'm only giving you the grace of 168 hours to have that figure out."

 “yes sir.” the said in a shaky voice.

"So about Whitney, what's the latest Information about her?" Clinton demanded.

"I heard she's doing fine with her husband and their daughter birthday will soon be around the corner."

"She has a daughter?" Clinton demanded as he felt a sharp pain in his heart. The door jerked open with Becca walking in. She stopped halfway staring at them all. "I'm... Sorry..." She stuttered staggering backwards.

"You need my help on something?"Clinton demanded. She shrugged her head negatively as she swirled around and jerked the door open leaving without looking back.

Mr. Smith stopped her, asking if she was fine. "I'm fine." She snapped bringing her arms crossed at her chest.

"What about him?" He demanded. "He's busy right now with his business associate."

"Okay. I will just go back inside." He stuttered trying to go back in. "It's okay sir, they aren't going to follow this route when they are going home so you can have nap here."

"No, I will just go in and take some rest."

"Alright sir if you said so."

Rebecca walked to the kitchen debating on the food she would be cooking but decided to make some cookies for the men inside the office.

She bring out the flour inside sack , turning on the microwave. She tugged her hair backward clipping it with a ribbon whistling when she freezed when she heard him say, "am i permitted to join you?" She turned back to see me. Smith.  She smiled at him in surprise and nodded her head. "You shouldn't worry yourself too much sir, you should take some rest."

Mr. Smith, walked forward to her saying, "should I wash the dishes? Or perhaps you want me to mix the flour?" Becca burst out laughing loudly.

"I don't think you should do any of those you've mention. You are way bigger than that." Mr. Smith smile at her speech, rolling his eyes as his eyes fell on the cabbage and carrots on the chopping board. "Perhaps you want me to chop this off. I was cooking for myself."

Rebecca eyes widened in surprise, "you cook?" She demanded rolling her eyes while she let out a faint laughter.

"Yeah sure, I can cook but the taste will make you loose your appetite." Mr. Smith said grabbing a knife on the dashboard while he glanced around for the cutting board.

"How were you able to eat then, if the taste was that bad." Rebecca asked as her hands were working on the cookies.

"Had no choice, if I really want to survive and boom up again I'd better eat shit than to bring myself out to my enemies while I'm being laughed at."

Rebecca stared at him as she heaved down a sigh, averting her gaze to the microwave. She switched it off bringing out the cookies. "Thank God, you're alive, hake and hearty. You were really good and nice to him. You know.." she paused drawing her lips into a firm line.

Mr. Clinton looked at her in anxious. "You know, he treat you like his role model. He really admire you, your energy. He said you are the best father in the whole world."

Mr. Smith was left speechless as he lost of words. He just placed the knife on the carrot, chopping them off.

"Your father," Mr Smith said pausing.

"My father is dead, my mom also was long gone before my father dismissed. He was betrayed by trust. Like he so much put all his trust on someone."

"Too bad, that when we don't trust, they called us wicked and secretive person. But when we trust?" He said whirling at her.

"They take the privilege for granted and all they could ever imagine is that we are foolish while they are the most smartest person on Earth."

"The person who betrayed your father, is he still alive? "

"I can't say, I don't even know him but I just wished he never get any joy. I also want him to be betrayed by the person he so much cherish."

"We should move on and forget the past. We will always be strong." Mr. Smith encourage her as he walked towards her, patting her shoulder. "You should get the cookies to them on time."

"Yeah, sure father..." She drawled her last words, staring down shyly.

"It okay, call me father, I will be happy to have you also as my daughter." Mr. Smith giggled at her while her face beamed up in excitement.

"Thank you father." She said as she take a bow and walked out if the kitchen towards the  entrance where she had headed to earlier.

She knocked on the door, with her ears firmly inclined. "Come in." His husky but calm voice said. She pushed the door open, serving them the cookies while everyone stared at her.

They were enticed by her charming personality. Her aura was charming, sweet, calm and alluring. They all peeped at her while Clinton noticed that and grinned.

She smiled at them, after serving them and winked at Clinton. Clinton let out a smile.

He can't fall in love now. He have to turned his heart into a stone. He doesn't want to be the cause why someone will be wetting her pillow. He just want to be the Messiah, that create smile on people face.

He diverted his gaze to the book in his hands as he noticed that she was still staring at him. Rebecca feel sad but tried to shrugged it off.

"He's busy."Yeah she actually know that. She will endeavour on her part to capture his heart, she will showed and teach him love again. Who is Whitney,? She will love him with the whole of her life that he wouldn't remember whosoever the whore is.

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Chapter

Becca was tired from the meeting that was held earlier in her office. She had come back home collapsing on her bed. But due to her itchy body, she decided to take a bath.

She step into the shower, taking a bottle of shampoo squeezing the tube. It explodes in her palms, with little dollops of the juicy everywhere. She poured the shampoo on her hair running her fingers through it as she stepped into the shower rinsing it off.

She let the warm water oozing from the showers to cascade over her body as she gently work some lather rinsing it off . Rebecca prepare to go out of the shower as she grabbed the towel she has been hanging on the screen glass walking out barefooted.

Suddenly her feet slipped  from under her while the door jerked opened. A scream fall from her lip  and her ass collided with the ground. Her cheeks makes an unceremonies landing on the hard tiles, and her head smashed against the shower flower.

Becca raised her face to the other side and saw Clinton staring at her. "Don't look!" She squealed like a rat clutching her hands on the towel draping recklessly around her.

Clinton walked in at fast pace rushing to her side. He quickly shut tight his eyes with one hand while he offered her the other. Rebecca have her eyes widened in surprise and glanced at him from up to down.  He pulled her up with one hand as she clutched her towel over her boob with the other hand.

If perhaps he's peeping at her, he would sure have being satisfied with his view. Once she was up and strong on her feet, his hands goes round her waist to check if she was okay.  Their body pressed against each other, his eyes flared open staring deeply into her eyes.

When they regain their balance, something fluttered in her stomach and she felt butterflies. She whimpered unexpectedly with her eyes bulged out as his lips connect with Her and mold perfectly together.

His grips was tighter and the kiss deepened. A moan escape from her lips giving him full access to her tongue. He cupped her face in his hands stating at her while she gently wrapped her arms around him. He finally break the kiss and withdrew from her. It took her a moment to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry, this happened." Clinton apologized which makes Becca to feel sad.

"What do you mean by that? Why saying sorry?" She muttered with a shaky voice staring at him confused.

Clinton shift back checking her body to see if she was okay. After seeing that she was okay, he leaves her alone with ache in her heart. He just walked out on her without uttering any words.

****

Whitney was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she screamed "Jack," "Jack, please can you come over?" 

"I'm busy honey!" Jack replied. "I know you're busy but I just need you here in the kitchen."

"I'm watching football!" He squealed, tilting his head to his right hand side. He staggered on his feet still looking at the t.v before hauling towards the kitchen.

When he got in, Whitney thrusts a jar of sweetener in his hand while he scoffed. "You really pulled me out here while I was watching football to help you in opening a jar?"

"But the jar lid is so tight so I can't open it." She spouted with a pleading look which makes him to succumb. He pull the lid one time jerking it open.

Whitney gave him a sweet smile while he almost feel the urge to come closer and consumed her lips.he just strides backwards walking to the living room. He cursed out loud at the sight of his manhood which was already bulgy out of his trouser.

He feels the urge to go back in there and pinned her down but damn, the football match was so important to him and he has to watch it.

While he was watching the match, he wasn't concentrating.

Whitney paused at what she was doing, taking a peep at him. She drawled in her breath.

Moment later the match was over, he walked stealthily behind and grabbed her by her waist. Slowly he dragged his right hand up to her bust. Cupping her breast while Whitney let out a small smile.

"I think you were watching your football match." He swallowed the lump in his throat and bring his lips closer to her napes. His hit breath causing the hair strands on her skin to spring up 

"I couldn't watch anymore." He said dragging his tongue out licking her ears while she tried to resist him but his emotions has taken over him and he isn't going to take no for an answer.

"I'm cooking jack." She said trying to free but herself from his grip but he wouldn't permit that as he held closer to her. Pressing his hard erected dick against her butt.

"Suspend the food while we make love." "What about Clio?"Whitney cut him off snapping at him while he peered into her eyes panting.

"The nanny will take good care of her." "And the food?"She demanded  with smiles all over her face. "The nanny will have it taken care of."

"But you know she is just a nanny and not our cook." Jack bring his gaze down, staring at her boobs which were shine under the white bulb.

"Are you trying to chase me off?" He said occupying the space between them.

"No dear but just try and understand my point. I'm tired and I feel stressed out." Whitney tried to persuade him.

"It okay." Jack said feigning annoyance on his face. He walked out if the kitchen keeping a mean face while Whitney tried to stop him but he was already out.

She doesn't know why she always feel guilty after having sex with Jack and so she's trying to balance her life and in the other hand trying to make him happy.

Cliton sat among men in dark suit  in his office. They seemed engrossed in their discussion. "So, no news about her or him?"

"No sir, but I heard he's residing in new York. Someone actually had sighted him at a groceries store."

"And his home?" The men look down in disappointment as Clinton stared at him. "No news sir, but they are all working on it."

"I'm only giving you the grace of 168 hours to have that figure out."

 “yes sir.” the said in a shaky voice.

"So about Whitney, what's the latest Information about her?" Clinton demanded.

"I heard she's doing fine with her husband and their daughter birthday will soon be around the corner."

"She has a daughter?" Clinton demanded as he felt a sharp pain in his heart. The door jerked open with Becca walking in. She stopped halfway staring at them all. "I'm... Sorry..." She stuttered staggering backwards.

"You need my help on something?"Clinton demanded. She shrugged her head negatively as she swirled around and jerked the door open leaving without looking back.

Mr. Smith stopped her, asking if she was fine. "I'm fine." She snapped bringing her arms crossed at her chest.

"What about him?" He demanded. "He's busy right now with his business associate."

"Okay. I will just go back inside." He stuttered trying to go back in. "It's okay sir, they aren't going to follow this route when they are going home so you can have nap here."

"No, I will just go in and take some rest."

"Alright sir if you said so."

Rebecca walked to the kitchen debating on the food she would be cooking but decided to make some cookies for the men inside the office.

She bring out the flour inside sack , turning on the microwave. She tugged her hair backward clipping it with a ribbon whistling when she freezed when she heard him say, "am i permitted to join you?" She turned back to see me. Smith.  She smiled at him in surprise and nodded her head. "You shouldn't worry yourself too much sir, you should take some rest."

Mr. Smith, walked forward to her saying, "should I wash the dishes? Or perhaps you want me to mix the flour?" Becca burst out laughing loudly.

"I don't think you should do any of those you've mention. You are way bigger than that." Mr. Smith smile at her speech, rolling his eyes as his eyes fell on the cabbage and carrots on the chopping board. "Perhaps you want me to chop this off. I was cooking for myself."

Rebecca eyes widened in surprise, "you cook?" She demanded rolling her eyes while she let out a faint laughter.

"Yeah sure, I can cook but the taste will make you loose your appetite." Mr. Smith said grabbing a knife on the dashboard while he glanced around for the cutting board.

"How were you able to eat then, if the taste was that bad." Rebecca asked as her hands were working on the cookies.

"Had no choice, if I really want to survive and boom up again I'd better eat shit than to bring myself out to my enemies while I'm being laughed at."

Rebecca stared at him as she heaved down a sigh, averting her gaze to the microwave. She switched it off bringing out the cookies. "Thank God, you're alive, hake and hearty. You were really good and nice to him. You know.." she paused drawing her lips into a firm line.

Mr. Clinton looked at her in anxious. "You know, he treat you like his role model. He really admire you, your energy. He said you are the best father in the whole world."

Mr. Smith was left speechless as he lost of words. He just placed the knife on the carrot, chopping them off.

"Your father," Mr Smith said pausing.

"My father is dead, my mom also was long gone before my father dismissed. He was betrayed by trust. Like he so much put all his trust on someone."

"Too bad, that when we don't trust, they called us wicked and secretive person. But when we trust?" He said whirling at her.

"They take the privilege for granted and all they could ever imagine is that we are foolish while they are the most smartest person on Earth."

"The person who betrayed your father, is he still alive? "

"I can't say, I don't even know him but I just wished he never get any joy. I also want him to be betrayed by the person he so much cherish."

"We should move on and forget the past. We will always be strong." Mr. Smith encourage her as he walked towards her, patting her shoulder. "You should get the cookies to them on time."

"Yeah, sure father..." She drawled her last words, staring down shyly.

"It okay, call me father, I will be happy to have you also as my daughter." Mr. Smith giggled at her while her face beamed up in excitement.

"Thank you father." She said as she take a bow and walked out if the kitchen towards the  entrance where she had headed to earlier.

She knocked on the door, with her ears firmly inclined. "Come in." His husky but calm voice said. She pushed the door open, serving them the cookies while everyone stared at her.

They were enticed by her charming personality. Her aura was charming, sweet, calm and alluring. They all peeped at her while Clinton noticed that and grinned.

She smiled at them, after serving them and winked at Clinton. Clinton let out a smile.

He can't fall in love now. He have to turned his heart into a stone. He doesn't want to be the cause why someone will be wetting her pillow. He just want to be the Messiah, that create smile on people face.

He diverted his gaze to the book in his hands as he noticed that she was still staring at him. Rebecca feel sad but tried to shrugged it off.

"He's busy."Yeah she actually know that. She will endeavour on her part to capture his heart, she will showed and teach him love again. Who is Whitney,? She will love him with the whole of her life that he wouldn't remember whosoever the whore is.

She bring out the flour inside sack , turning on the microwave. She tugged her hair backward clipping it with a ribbon whistling when she freezed when she heard him say, "am i permitted to join you?" She turned back to see me. Smith.  She smiled at him in surprise and nodded her head. "You shouldn't worry yourself too much sir, you should take some rest."

Mr. Smith, walked forward to her saying, "should I wash the dishes? Or perhaps you want me to mix the flour?" Becca burst out laughing loudly.

"I don't think you should do any of those you've mention. You are way bigger than that." Mr. Smith smile at her speech, rolling his eyes as his eyes fell on the cabbage and carrots on the chopping board. "Perhaps you want me to chop this off. I was cooking for myself."

Rebecca eyes widened in surprise, "you cook?" She demanded rolling her eyes while she let out a faint laughter.

"Yeah sure, I can cook but the taste will make you loose your appetite." Mr. Smith said grabbing a knife on the dashboard while he glanced around for the cutting board.

"How were you able to eat then, if the taste was that bad." Rebecca asked as her hands were working on the cookies.

"Had no choice, if I really want to survive and boom up again I'd better eat shit than to bring myself out to my enemies while I'm being laughed at."

Rebecca stared at him as she heaved down a sigh, averting her gaze to the microwave. She switched it off bringing out the cookies. "Thank God, you're alive, hake and hearty. You were really good and nice to him. You know.." she paused drawing her lips into a firm line.

Mr. Clinton looked at her in anxious. "You know, he treat you like his role model. He really admire you, your energy. He said you are the best father in the whole world."

Mr. Smith was left speechless as he lost of words. He just placed the knife on the carrot, chopping them off.

"Your father," Mr Smith said pausing.

"My father is dead, my mom also was long gone before my father dismissed. He was betrayed by trust. Like he so much put all his trust on someone."

"Too bad, that when we don't trust, they called us wicked and secretive person. But when we trust?" He said whirling at her.

"They take the privilege for granted and all they could ever imagine is that we are foolish while they are the most smartest person on Earth."

"The person who betrayed your father, is he still alive? "

"I can't say, I don't even know him but I just wished he never get any joy. I also want him to be betrayed by the person he so much cherish."

"We should move on and forget the past. We will always be strong." Mr. Smith encourage her as he walked towards her, patting her shoulder. "You should get the cookies to them on time."

"Yeah, sure father..." She drawled her last words, staring down shyly.

"It okay, call me father, I will be happy to have you also as my daughter." Mr. Smith giggled at her while her face beamed up in excitement.

"Thank you father." She said as she take a bow and walked out if the kitchen towards the  entrance where she had headed to earlier.

She knocked on the door, with her ears firmly inclined. "Come in." His husky but calm voice said. She pushed the door open, serving them the cookies while everyone stared at her.

They were enticed by her charming personality. Her aura was charming, sweet, calm and alluring. They all peeped at her while Clinton noticed that and grinned.

She smiled at them, after serving them and winked at Clinton. Clinton let out a smile.

He can't fall in love now. He have to turned his heart into a stone. He doesn't want to be the cause why someone will be wetting her pillow. He just want to be the Messiah, that create smile on people face.

He diverted his gaze to the book in his hands as he noticed that she was still staring at him. Rebecca feel sad but tried to shrugged it off.

"He's busy."Yeah she actually know that. She will endeavour on her part to capture his heart, she will showed and teach him love again. Who is Whitney,? She will love him with the whole of her life that he wouldn't remember whosoever the whore is. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

He diverted his gaze to the book in his hands as he noticed that she was still staring at him. Rebecca feel sad but tried to shrugged it off.

"He's busy."Yeah she actually know that. She will endeavour on her part to capture his heart, she will showed and teach him love again. Who is Whitney,? She will love him with the whole of her life that he wouldn't remember whosoever the whore is. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x