Their Dilemma 1
At Sevenoaks - Mr. Louis Bailey's Apartment
After Mrs. Nichole Bailey got off call with Olivia, she settled down to watch the television with her husband. Then she asked.
“Hubby.”
“Yes, dear.”
He answered as he turned his eyes away from the television and looked at her.
“When will you book a flight for our trip on Friday?”
“Yes. That reminds me. I will get Louis to do that after dinner.”
“It is all right.”
Soon, the chef announced.
“Dinner is ready, boss.”
“Okay, thank you.”
They moved over to the dinning table. Meanwhile, Mr. Louis Bailey was having dinner with Dr. Kadon Quain and his family. Their seven years old daughter, Jackie, was with them. They had their dinner joyously and commended his Chef, Fred.
“You have a wonderful Chef. Thank you for the sumptuous meal.”
“You are welcome.”
“Thank you, Mr. Bailey, for the meal. It was so delicious.”
“Oh! Jackie, I am happy you love it.”
“You made my evening, Mr. Bailey. Thank you so much.”
Mrs. Quain appreciated too.
They kept him company and at 7:30 pm, Dr. Kadon Quain announced their departure.
“We beg to leave, Mr. Bailey. I hope we do this again in the nearest future.”
“Thank you for coming. I cherish your company. We will do that again very soon.”
Afterwards, he walked them to their car, and they drove off before he returned to his apartment. However, it was a coincidence that his parents were just off the dinner table too and gave him a call, which came when he got into his apartment.
“Hello, father. It is a pleasure hearing from you.”
“Hello, Louis. You sound so happy. What is the secret?”
Mr. Louis Bailey simpered and was happy with himself. His father's observation was not an exaggeration.
“Am I? I just hosted a dinner for Dr. Kadon Quain and his family. They just left.”
“That is a good one. It shows that you have a good boss/staff relationship with your workers. I am proud of you.”
Then, Mr. Louis Bailey's eyes became moist. He walked to his room immediately to avoid his domestic staff members seeing the tears that would flow from his eyes at any moment. He managed to give raucous laughter to conceal his heavy heart.
“Thank you father for the compliment. I am elated that I make you happy. How is mom?”
“Your mom is fine. By the way. I called to ask you to book a flight to Cairo for us. We are travelling on Friday afternoon.”
“Consider it done, father.”
“Thank you. One more thing, son.”
“Yes father.”
“We will appreciate if you can book that hotel suite you lodged in, possibly your room, for us.”
"It is okay, father. I will get back to you. How many days are we looking at?”
“We will come back upper Sunday.”
“That is nine days.”
“Yes. Thank you, son. Good night.”
“Good night, father.”
Mr. Louis Bailey fought back the tears that had gathered in his eyes.
'I must be strong for the people who love me so much.'
He declared as he took a deep breath and smiled when he remembered the day his parents visited him in Cairo
'Mom had not cried for a long time, but she wept that day because of me. Where did they sleep? I remember that I slept on the bed in the bedroom peacefully. Did they sleep in the parlor and on the couch just because of me? What a sacrifice. “
He quickly drafted a love message for his parents.
(To the best parents in the world. I wish to appreciate you for taking the pain to inconvenience yourselves that night at the hotel in Cairo because of me. I will always remember that. Not only that, but I wish you a blissful married life. Likewise, I am proud to be your son. Louis.)
He sent the message, before he went ahead and did the bookings.
At The Bailey Native Home.
After the call, Mr. Arthur Bailey and his wife were happy to hear that their son of twenty-four years was managing an entire branch successfully and having a cordial relationship with the staff members who were older than he was.
“I am proud of him too. Since he began to head the branch one year after he left school, he had recorded a massive success.”
Nichole supported her husband. Subsequently, Mr. Arthur Bailey did some work with his system while Nichole watched her favorite television program.
“Hubby, you need to rest. It is late. You can continue tomorrow.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey looked at the time when he heard his wife's advice.
“Wow! It is 10 pm. You can go to sleep. I will join you soon.”
She disliked the idea of going to bed without him, but she did not wish to protest. She got up from the couch and walked towards the wardrobe. Then, she stripped naked and applied her cologne and white powder. Likewise, she deliberately dropped the plastic powder container on the floor and whimpered.
“Oh gosh!”
Now, Mr. Arthur Bailey looked away from his laptop and saw his wife completely naked. She squatted to pick up her stuff and threw her two legs apart, which made her honeypot to be exposed. She picked up her powder container and apologized.
“Sorry, I distracted you.”
All the same, she continued searching for her lingerie, which was visibly in front of her. Then, she felt heavy hands on her shoulders and heard a warm and inviting voice as though she were hearing it for the first time.
“You are the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. I wish to take you now and always.”
She attempted to turn and face him, but he stopped her by kissing her neck, ear and caressing her nipples with his two hands. Suddenly, a sweet sensation erupted throughout Nichole's body and her heart rate spiked up, and he buried his face in her neck and whispered.
“You are mine, I feel like taking you.”
Currently, Nichole had titled her hips backwards to touch his already erected manhood. He bent down on his two legs and massaged her butt with his two hands. Her breath hitched when she felt his fingers in her honeypot.
“Arrrhhh.”
She moaned as he got faster with his thrusting and observed the reaction of her vulva, which gave him more arousal. To eat the cook, he switched from his fingers to his tongue while pulling off his pair of knickers
“Thank you hubby.”
Nichole said in pleasure. Then, he pushed her vulva apart and inserted his tongue deeper while he licked and sucked. She moaned louder when he replaced his tongue with his manhood and began thrusting in and out of her vigorously.
“Take it. You are too sweet.”
He said between his breath. After a while, they were facing each other. He lifted her right leg and placed it on his shoulder while she guided his manhood into her honeypot, and he continued thrusting vigorously in the same rhythm as they maintained eye contact.
“I love you, hubby. You are the best.”
They came several times before he breathed heavily and ejaculated. Then, she held him tightly until he became empty, and she whispered into his ears and praised.
“You're fantastic, hubby.”
(Peck, kiss. Hug)
“Thank you. Put yourself together for the next round.”
Now, Nichole Bailey's face beamed with excitement. For seven years, she had led an asexual life with sexual feelings which she smothered because her feelings were for one man.
“All right, hubby.”
They rested on the bed, cuddling each other.
“My queen. I'm glad you're the woman I will bed the rest of my life.”
Nichole bit his lower lip gently.
“I love to hear that.”
“Excuse me. I want to switch off my phone.”
He got off the bed and walked to the reading desk. When he was about to turn off his phone, he saw Louis message. He walked back to his bed and laid down before reading the message.
“Mhhh. This is from a sincere heart.”
He said after reading the message and taking a deep breath. Nichole, who was resting beside him, inquired.
“What is it, hubby.”
He felt that there was no point explaining, he merely handed over his phone to her. Her eyes became moist as she read through, and her husband noticed it. He kissed her temple and said.
“It is nice that our labor over him was not in vain. He is wishing us a blissful marriage life. So, let us enjoy it.”
Nichole Bailey nodded her head in the affirmative while he wiped her tears with his thumb, kissed her deeply and made round two a heaven on earth. In appreciation, Mrs. Nichole Bailey said as they snuggled each other.
“Thank you hubby. I promise to make you happy the rest of your life.”
(Peck)
Mr. Arthur Bailey turned off their phones, and they slept, leaving their haters, both those in the police custody and those trying to walk into the police net, in their dilemma.
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