••••••
{ HIS LITTLE MISSY }
Abel finally got to the scene and tried taking Clinton’s collar from Alfred, but Alfred held so tight to make it impossible.
“How could he do that, Abel…
“Calm down first! You wanna ruin your dad’s party?” Abel shouted.
“I don’t care! You see care on my face?” Alfred replied, and Abel forcefully took his hands off the collar.
Clinton adjusted his suit, and Kristen took his hand.
“Let’s go sit” she smiled, and Clinton followed her.
Alfred made to follow them again, but Abel stopped him.
“Get yourself together homie! You’re under your parents restriction!”
“But I want to… Just touch her” Alfred replied hurtfully, and Abel sighed.
“I know, but you can’t cause a scene here. Think ok? You’re smart Alfredo” he said and patted his shoulder before leaving.
Alfred continued standing on that spot without moving till Rita came to him.
“Sweetheart, let’s go sit” she said and held his arm, but he shook her off as expected.
He left her standing and returned to his corner.
Rita smirked and turned to where Kristen sat with Clinton. An evil glare occupied her face till Minaj came to her.
“Let’s go sit. The president is about to come in” she pulled her away.
“I’m glad your face is not wounded” Kristen said.
“I guess he didn’t really mean to hurt me. Alfred’s punch is only poisonous to enemies” Clinton replied, and Kristen smiled.
They took their cups of wine at a time and clinked it, then they smiled before drinking.
Kristen bit her lip slightly before looking back at Alfred’s corner.
Their eyes met immediately cos he was staring.
She quickly turned away and drank nervously from her wine.
His eyes are red, and his lips are pale, even his face. Is he sick?
He looks drained and weak too, and that breaks her heart.
Taking Clinton’s hand was to avoid trouble since he’s restricted from going close to her, but she definitely can’t deny the butterflies she got when she saw him.
Despite the fact that they spent just one day apart, she badly wants to drown herself in his arms and sniff his cologne till her nostrils can’t take it anymore, but….
The large door opened, and everyone began clapping as president Billy stepped in with Elsa.
Elsa’s dress was reflecting like diamonds, like a precious mirror. The gown was dragging on the ground behind her, and her hair was curled into a perm, adorned with treasures.
Billy wore a vainglorious suit. First of it’s brand from Vietnam, and he was smiling brightly as he walked down the stage with Elsa.
“Your mum looks pretty. Now I know where you got the prettiness from” Metawin said beside Tamara.
“That witch” Tamara rolled eyes, and he chuckled.
“She’s too wicked to be this beautiful” Abel said.
“Why is everyone saying she’s beautiful” Yvonne replied.
“Cos she’s really beautiful, but you’re more beautiful Mrs Stevie” Bright replied, and she smiled.
“Of course. Mum is more beautiful” Queen said radiantly, and Yvonne pecked her.
“So what do you say? She’s prettier than me?” She faced Abel.
“You know my reply” he replied, and she smiled.
Kristen kept her face down throughout the entry, and when Clinton noticed, he held up her face.
“No need to be scared. Tamara’s got you covered, and I’m here too” he said, and she smiled.
The couple finally got to the cake, and they both took the already prepared cups of wine.
“To us!” They chorused, raising the cups at once.
“To us!” Everyone raised their cups too.
“Cheers!!!”
They drank and dropped the cup, then a cellist played the Happy Birthday tune on the cello, and everyone clapped afterwards.
Billy took the knife, and at the scream of 60! He cut the cake with Elsa, and loud claps followed from everyone immediately.
“Thanks for coming to my party everyone. Do enjoy before leaving, i hope next year’s will be merrier” Billy said, and another round of applause took him down from the stage.
They started mingling with the guests, and Rita rushed to Elsa.
“Mother-in-law!’
” Thought you said your parents would be coming” Elsa smiled, hugging her.
“They couldn’t make it, but they sent their gift” she replied.
“Have fun” Elsa broke it and went to Metawin.
“Your parents didn’t attend, and they didn’t send any gift? It’s been long since any communication happened” she said.
“Maybe they forgot. Who knows” he replied.
“That’s not a polite way to talk to the mother of your wife” Elsa scowled.
“Can you just leave us alone? Please witch!” Tamara said and pulled Metawin away.
“Any problem?” Billy came to her.
“We might have to cut connections with the Jirawat family soon, and that includes getting them a divorce. I can’t take the insolence of that family anymore. They’ve been acting strange since the defamation video of Alfred” she replied.
Yvonne excused herself to go use the restroom, and on her way back, she met Dennis.
They stopped walking for a while, then he smiled creepily.
Yvonne smirked and continued walking, but then he talked.
“What’s up, ex-wife”
She stopped and turned slowly.
“The two words plus my middle finger. Ex-husband” she said, and he laughed.
“That hurts”
“Don’t even try anything funny. Abel said you’ve been hovering around Bright. He’s dangerous yunno… A mafia can be scary if you mess with their loved ones” she replied.
“What? I can’t be around my son again? Is it my fault that Hazel chose me over him?”
“Bright is not your son” Yvonne replied, and he smirked.
“Even without the DNA test, it’s obvious. Queen has the allergy cos she’s my daughter, and Bright has same allergy cos he’s my son! You still don’t know why Hazel left him? He’s infertile!” Dennis spat.
“What!”
Dennis came closer, making sure his words hit her face.
“Yes, Abel Keys sperm can’t fertilize an egg. He can never get a woman pregnant” he said, and her eyes widened madly.
“So don’t ever complain about me meeting my son. I’ll soon claim him anyways, I’ll do that after I get married to Hazel next month” he smiled and left the corridor.
Yvonne stood frozen for minutes like a corpse before moving away, rushing out of the corridor.
She got back to the hall and saw Abel laughing with Bright and Queen on their table, looking as handsome as ever.
She folded her fists, remembering Dennis’s words.
••
Tamara and Metawin joined Clinton’s table, and he stood immediately.
“Keep her company, I’ll be right back” he said and left the hall.
He went to the balcony and saw Alfred there.
He left the hall earlier and came here to calm his head, but it’s not working, so his head is in his palms as headache dealt with him.
He’s in pains.
“Alfred” Clinton called, and he raised his head slowly.
“Homie” he muttered painfully, and Clinton sighed before walking to him.
He squatted in front of him and saw tears in his red eyes.
“You’re crying” he said, wiping the tears.
“I’m so sorry… About the punch… I was just… Not thinking” he said, and Clinton smiled.
“I know how much you cherish her, so it meant nothing. She’s like a little sister to me so you don’t have to he scared, but don’t worry, I won’t make the mistake anymore”
Alfred sniffed, and Clinton felt his temperature.
“You’re not fine Alfred. I’ll get you to the hospital” he said, but Alfred quickly held him.
“I’m ok. I’ll be ok”
“Then take action. You love her!” Clinton said.
“How?”
“Think. You’re smart homie, think and stop keeping her waiting. She’s waiting for you too” Clinton replied.
“Waiting?”
“She was moody throughout yesterday and kept spacing out, probably thinking about you. She got seriously sick last night and I called you but your phone was off. I think… Maybe she feels the same” Clinton replied, and Alfred spranged up.
“I’ll go…
“Not now!” Clinton pulled him back.
“Plan ahead” he said, and Alfred hugged him.
•••
<10PM~CLINTON’S PLACE>
Kristen got home with Clinton some minutes ago immediately the party ended.
She showered before falling on her bed, hugging the teddy bear tightly.
She took her phone and started staring at Alfred’s number, thinking about his face earlier at the party.
“He’s obviously sick” she muttered sadly, missing him more than yesterday.
She took the teddy and kissed it before hugging it again.
“Don’t be mad at me for not taking your hand. I was just scared… Red” she muttered and stared at his number on the phone again.
She almost dialled it, but she stopped herself and dropped it, and tears fell off of her eyes immediately.
“I miss you… Red”
Clinton sighed by her door. He has been standing there since some minutes ago.
He went downstairs and drank water from the freezer, then his phone buzzed.
It’s a message from Beyonce.
BE PREPARED TO RECTIFY YOUR MISTAKE, ELSE I’LL TELL ON YOU TO YOUR FAMILY IN SPAIN
“Is she thr_@tening me right now?” He muttered.
•••
It’s Sunday, and Metawin went out for fun with Dew, his friend.
He’s the only Thai guy he knows here, so they’re so close.
They’re in a bar, drowning themselves in alcohol.
“Your alcohol tolerance is still as high” Dew said.
“It’s been a while since we hung out like this” Metawin replied.
“You’re always with your wife, I’m jealous” Dew replied, and Metawin smiled.
“Go get a wife”
“But isn’t it crazy? You h@ťěd each other two months ago” Dew laughed.
“Love happened” Metawin winked, and they clinked their glasses before drinking again.
Two strippers suddenly appeared in just g-strings and bralettes.
One sat on Dew’s laps, and the other sat on Metawin’s.
“No Dew, I didn’t come here for this” he said as the lady began caressing him.
“C’mon Meta, you’re outside, not like she can see you. f-__-k other p@zzies too” Dew replied.
“Stand” Metawin told the lady.
“You’re so Șëx¥. My type” she smiled, resting the enormous flesh on her chest on him.
Metawin made to push her off, but she held his shoulders and pressed him back to the chair, then she kissed him.
“Win!” Tamara’s voice screamed from the door, and he quickly pushed off the lady, spranging up afterwards.
“Mara!” He said shockingly.
“Tamara?” Dew stood too.
Tamara threw down the bag with her immediately, then she rolled her hair messily before taking off her shoes.
She began running to the scene, and Metawin’s eyes widened madly till she got to them and pounced on the lady.
They landed on the ground together, and her punches showered her face.
“Geez!” Dew shouted.
Metawin knew immediately that he’s in deep $h|t.
“How dare you kiss my husband with that chicken @zz of a mouth! How dare you shapeless thing!!!” Tamara screamed, pulling the lady’s hair roughly.
A large part of it got pulled out, and the girl cried out as she poured slaps and hot hits on her face without stopping.
“I’ll make sure I destroy your face tonight! You’d be signing up for a facial surgery I swear!” Tamara spat as she hit her again.
Dew tried to stop her, but she threw a punch at his face too, and he fell with a bleeding nose.
Metawin stepped in and carried her on his shoulders forcefully, then he started rushing out.
The lady was already unconscious on the ground.
“Put me down cheater! Put me down!!!! ” Tamara forcefully came down from his shoulder when they got out.
“You said you were coming here to meet a friend, but it wasn’t a friend only, a p@zzy too. Really? I trusted you! How could you…
“Mara it’s not what you think, I can…
“I don’t wanna hear anything jerk! I don’t want to! You know what? I h@ťě you!!! So much!!!” She screamed and threw her heels at his chest before walking barefooted to her car.
“Mara! Mara!” Metawin ran after her, but she was already driving off.
“What do I do? Dew finally ruined me”
•••
<7PM~INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT>
?️ Aphrodite is back!
?️ Welcome back to Florida!
?️ We missed you!
?️ She’s so pretty!
?️ OMG fairy!
?️ How can a 50+ old woman be so Șëx¥!
?️ Her curves!
?️ I’m obsessed!
Aphrodite was smiling and waving at fans and the agencies representatives who came to welcome her as she walked to the waiting car.
Guards surrounded her, ensuring her easy movements till she got to her car and faced the fans.
“Thanks for welcoming me, y’all” she smiled.
?️ Her voice!!!
?️ I love you Aphrodite!!!!
Dante stood among the crowd with a face cap on. He was smiling as he watched her enter her car, then he turned back and started walking away.
His smile grew darker and darker at each step.
“Time to make money again. Your son and daughter are doing just fine. Dear wife”
•••
Alfred was smiling brightly as he stepped into the palace, and he didn’t stop till he got to the main house.
Luckily, he met president Billy and Empress Elsa at the dinning, eating dinner. Rita is present, eating with them.
“Sweetheart” Rita stood.
He brought a paper out of his pocket and dropped it on the table.
“Directly from the court. I’m divorcing Rita Byram” he smiled.
“What!” Elsa and Billy spranged up.
“Her parents know about it” Alfred smiled again.
“What are you talking about?” Rita stood.
“Sure, let’s break the contract between our family and the Jenkins” Mr Byram replied, coming in with his wife.
“Mum! Dad! When did you guys arrive from Italy!” Rita said shockingly.
“Mr Byram” Billy said.
“Sign the divorce papers and let’s end this” Mrs Byram said.
“What’s happening!” Elsa shouted, and Alfred smiled before going closer to Mr Byram.
“Make it fast, or you lose my offer” he said and winked, then he started walking out.
“Alfred!” Billy shouted.
“As the CEO of MOVE automobiles, we made another deal with him to break the contract and become his official partners in merchandise” Mrs Byram said.
“What!”
•••
Clinton arrived with Kristen, and he took her in himself, then he started leaving.
He suddenly told her they had to go somewhere, and here they are.
“Can I really stay here? And why are you leaving?” She quickly held him.
“Alfred will be back soon, calm down and feel at home” he smiled and eventually left before she could talk again.
Kristen blinked and looked around. She misses this place madly, everything about it.
No one is in, so she boldly entered the kitchen and started touching everything.
The kitchen looks messy. The new maid is apparently not a clean freak like her
She eventually went upstairs and entered her room first.
“I missed this place!” She smiled, falling on her bed.
She rolled around, throwing her legs in the air.
She’s wearing the sneakers Alfred bought for her for the first time, and it looks so good on her short gown.
She suddenly spranged up and left the room, then she entered Alfred’s room and smiled when his cologne hit her face
“Hmmn!” She inhaled, widening her arms as she rushed to the bed.
She fell on it and rolled around on it too, then she hugged the pillow.
Even if she won’t see him today, she’d make sure to drink his fragrance for as long as she wants.
She closed her eyes and continued laying there, then the door suddenly opened, and Alfred came in.
She quickly sat up in bed, and her eyes widened.
Clinton wasn’t joking when he said he’s coming back.
As if glued to the bed, she continued sitting there as their eyes met.
Alfred stood still for minutes, staring back at his first love. The little miss who stole his heart without even trying, the best seductress living.
His heart leapt as expected, and it thudded on his ribcage as their stares intensified, boring into each other blazingly like it’d never stop.
In her eyes, he could clearly see his complete world without blinking. It’s her, she’s all he needs, all he wants and craves.
Kristen’s heart was racing fast like his own , and she imagined herself in the arms of the handsome man in front of him, but when she remembered the Empress and the president, she spranged up.
Before she could take one step away from the bed, Alfred walked to her and grabbed her waist, bringing them down on the bed together.
A sharp gasp escaped her tempting red lips as her head landed gently on his right palm.
Her eyes widened, and her heartbeats echoed in his ears as he stared affectionately at her mesmerizing bright eyes.
“Mr…
“Bear my surname” he interrupted, and her eyes widened again
“Huh?”
“I want my babies in your womb” he whispered.
“Huh…
“Be mine” he whispered again, and she felt her eyes popping out
“Red…”
“I love you… My little missy” he whispered for the fourth time, and before she could mutter again, his lips found hers, and the soft fleshes collided madly hot.
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TB Continued…