The Latest Grandchildren 2
Then, she opened the passenger's door, got in and closed the door. She began to fasten her seat belt, and her husband glared at her before he drove off.
'How would she move around tomorrow without her car? Especially now that Angel and Denise are hospitalized.'
To avoid talking to her and using his car the next day, he parked at the gate, got off and walked into the security post.
“Officer, take this key. Kindly get a driver to bring my wife's car to my house.”
“I got it, Young Master.”
“Thank you.”
He quickly joined his family in the car, and they left. To Freya, he can be angry, but that meant that they would do the school run the next day together, and she loved it that way.
In Mr. Phil Anderson's Bedroom
They got home without speaking with each other and had their dinner silently and afterwards retired to the bedroom. Then, he got into the washroom to take his bath and Freya joined him. He quickly took his bath and walked out without acknowledging his wife's presence. Before Freya could come out of the washroom, he was already on the bed and covered up with the duvet while facing the wall. She slipped into the duvet and joined him while backing him too. Meanwhile, she ensured that her butt was touching his. Meanwhile, she was hoping that such act would give him a sexual arousal, but she was disappointed rather, she ended up being horny and craving. Then, she rubbed her butt on his again, but he did not move.
'How did I offend him?'
She thought. Then, she turned and faced his back and rested her breasts on him, ran her right hand all over him.
“Hubby.”
She called out because she was certain that he was awake. When he did not respond, she held the duvet and flung it away, leaving him with his pajamas only. Then, he turned angrily and asked.
“Why did you…?”
Before he could complete the question, she covered his lips with hers and gave him a deep and prolonged kiss, and he reciprocated.
“You make me horny when you get angry with me.”
Now, Mr. Phil Anderson, who was hornier, released his bottled up emotions on her. He pulled her closer and began to fondle her breasts. After they had maximum pleasure, he whispered.
“If you will give me your best when I am angry with you, then I should keep being angry with you.”
She laughed softly and asked.
“What did I do wrong, by the way?”
“I will tell you on one condition.”
“Mention it and it is yours.”
“You will seduce me again, just the way you did earlier.”
She laughed unrestrained and asked.
“Did you feel it?”
“Certainly.”
“And you pretended.”
“I was pretending to get more.”
Nevertheless, she pleasured her husband again, and he pointed out her offense.
“When I told that I needed to attend to an issue, I was actually going to rescue Denise.
“Pardon my incautious behavior. I was disappointed when I learned that you were not coming with us.”
“It's all right. I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.”
They went to bed and woke up in the morning in a high spirit. After their preparations, Mr. Phil Anderson announced.
“See you all and have a productive day.”
“Hubby, wait for us. You know my car is still at the complex.”
“Says who? Your car is at the car park. The janitor had cleaned it. See you later.”
Mr. Phil Anderson walked to his car with a half suppressed smile leaving his disappointed wife open-mouthed
At Seven oaks
After Freya posted the cute babies on the family platform without any tag because she was disturbed, Mr. Louis Bailey, who was online, commented by asking.
(What are the pictures for, big sister?)
He was unable to get any response until late at night, when his parents hit the bed. Then, his father responded.
(They are my latest grandchildren. Angel just put to bed.)
He shed tears of happiness and at the same time sorrow.
“I am glad that she did not abort my babies.”
He thought to himself. Now, he began to map out ways of claiming the babies.
“As for claiming the babies, that won't be a herculean task since father and mom were aware of the relationship between Lady Olivia and me. They would simply talk to them, and they would release my babies while they continue their marriage. Losing her is enough lost to me.”
He concluded as the complainant and the judge at the same time. He looked at the time and figured out that it was already late to make calls. So, he went to sleep elated.
He got to work that morning and met something that almost ruined his day.
“What are you doing in my office, Cassandra? Are you a janitor?”
He yelled as he looked directly into her eyes. She smiled coldly and explained.
“Good morning, boss. I am only helping out. The janitor had an accident on his way home yesterday. We just got the news. I am sorry if I did the wrong thing.”
After her explanations, she set out to leave, but Mr. Louis Bailey halted her.
“You can continue. I will wait at the reception.”
“It is noted, boss.”
The fact was that, Miss Cassandra Owen could not decipher whether her boss hated her or not. She believed that he was troubled and was venting it in any way. Then, she cleaned the office and walked to the reception and informed him.
“Your office is ready, boss.”
“Thank you. How do we contact the janitor?”
“I will make my inquiries, boss.”
“It is all right. I am awaiting your feedback.”
He got back to his office and gave his father a call and greeted after he picked.
“Hello, Louis.”
“Good morning, father. Congratulations on your latest grandchildren.”
“Thank you. It is our collective joy.”
“You are right, father. I just called to congratulate you.”
“Thank you for your thoughtfulness.”
“You are welcome, father. Later."
“All right, son.”
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