Marry Brother, My Curtain.
Request Louis's HP number.
United States's.
The middle aged man seemed busy with some files on the table, at the time that had shown at seven pm United States time. Instantly he sighed heavily, leaning his shoulders against the back of the chair. His vision glared at the picture frame that floated on the wall of his study, where there are photos of him flanked by his two children Dave, and Alana.
"It turns out your two households, it's really over. Though Papa really hopes, you can get back together, and realize the desire of my two grandchildren to have a sister. But that hope until anytime can not be realized, because you will continue to hurt each other, if it continues together," he muttered with great sadness, which was clearly visible from the look of his face.
His sharp-edged roar was visible, as the two legs were descending from his four-wheeled vehicle. Having no interest, and no impromptu assignment from his great master, but Jordan decides to have to deliver this good news to Damian. After these few days he saw the look on the gloomy face of the old man.
The footsteps looked hurried, as they were about to enter the mansion.
The door was wide open, after several times he pushed the bell.
"Jordan?"
"Aunty Paula's Night. Where is the Great Lord?" Ask in tone, impatiently.
His gaze immediately stared intensely, the sturdy man. And asked what, which made Jordan look so agitated.
"You why Jordan? are you getting a big, big draw?"
"It's more than just a big draw, Aunt Alma? you know, Miss Alana, and Mr. Dave are back together. And I have to tell this news, to Mr. Damian."
A flash of happiness was seen on the old face, upon hearing what Jordan had said to him.
"You serious?? Miss Alana, and Mr Dave aren't getting a divorce??"
"Yes Aunt. And you know what..?" With a little delay, his voice.
"What's wrong?" By asking back, with a little whisper.
"They're making a baby brother, for their two children." Answer, smile.
Paula immediately smothered her mouth, as if she could not believe what she had heard. And he looked so happy, with the news that the man had just said. And sure enough, Mr. Damian must have been very happy when he heard this good news.
"Gee. Is this good news, Jordan? and as soon as you go to see the great sir, he's in his study."
"Okay, Auntie" answered Jordan, returning to Damian's study.
Still late in his sad mood. Think of the household of her two children, which ended in divorce.
Until the sound of knocking on the door, spread the old man's daydream.
"Get in..!"
Hearing the decree from within, made Jordan instantly open the door.
The door was wide open, and featured a Jordan figure stepping into the room.
"Jordan?" Mumbled.
"Night Sir?"
"Usually you'll come at night, if I give you a sudden assignment. And it seems like from earlier, I didn't contact you at all. What's up, Jordan? was there anything important until you came here?" Asking with a curious look, he looked at that believer of his.
Not answering. Both of his legs brought him over to Damian, and showed him the video of the kiss, on the middle-aged man. Damian was so shocked, as if he could not believe what he saw on the phone.
"They..?" Pausing his heart, and staring at Jordan full of question marks inside.
"Yes Sir. Mr. Dave, and Ms. Alana are not getting divorced. They are back together, and Mr. Dave is not coming back to America today, because it will make the baby brother first with Miss first," he replied, smiling.
The old face immediately emitted a smile with a happy hue there, until there were clear droplets that had dripped on both corners of his eyes, without him noticing.
"This is the happiest news you've ever told me about Jordan, it's more like winning a big project. You know Jordan, when I asked Dave to fulfill Alana's wish to part, it was sad, because I really hoped they could get back together. And I'm so happy, Alana finally realized her feelings.And they didn't, uh, get divorced." Say it, by wiping the clear droplets that wet the cheeks.
"Me too, happy for you sir?" He answered smiling, when he saw the happy hue on the face of the lung.
"I'll call them?" By grabbing the phone on the table, but immediately the hand movement stopped, as Jordan blocked it.
why?"
"Sorry sir, I think you'll have to delay a few more hours."
"why? is something wrong? besides, it's still noon." With a frown, it looked at Jordan with a question mark filled gaze.
"Daven said that Mister, and Miss are making baby sisters for their two children. So it can't be disturbed."
Damian immediately put the phone back down, and a small laugh rang out in his Old Man's face, upon hearing what Jordan said.
"alright. I'll call them in a few hours to make sure their activities are over." He leaned his shoulders against the back of the chair, smiling constantly.
I'm gonna have another grandchild for Jordan soon? and this house will be crowded."
****
"He slept in this state of innocence. Does he not know that it torments me?! "
He slowly approached Alana who was sleeping with his back, and shook the body slowly.
"Alana, Alana, let's get up?" Call her.
Getting a disturbance in her sleep, making Alana squirm her body, until the real appearance of the two bumps in front of her husband's eyes, and it further aggravates the man's passion for lovemaking.
"What's up Dave? am I still tired? With his eyes closed, he answered the man's question.
"Let's do it again Alana, you see mine's back on edge. You said you only slept for 20 minutes, but it's now 10 minutes Alana? did you intentionally torture me?"
"But Dave, I'm still tired can you be patient in 1/2 hour?" Go talk to Alana, to the guy.
Dave was upset by the answer he got from his wife. Hands immediately pulled the hairy blanket, and threw the floor to make Alana so shocked by what her husband did.
"Dave, what are you doing?? didn't I say 1/2 more hour?" With a tone, that sounded annoyed.
Instead of answering Alana's questions, Dave silenced his wife with a long kiss, and immediately threw hers down without asking permission, due to the passion that had been in the tubes.
Alana could not resist anymore, when the blunt object was already in hers. And once again, she had to serve her husband, who was like a starving beast.
Drooping, after their sex activities that took almost an hour more.
"Dave.. Am I tired? can I continue my rest?" A pleading gaze, as the head lay on the head pillow.
"Sleep, my wife, baby, because we have to work again tonight." By kissing Alana's shoulder, and passing into the bathroom.
****
The night has welcomed London. A taxi is seen stopping in front of the gate of Alana's luxury residence, and Dave.
Ross immediately passed into the mansion, after paying the fare of the taxi he was riding.
"Alana...? Alana...?" Call him with a shout, when he is inside the house.
Alma who heard the voice of the call, immediately approached.
"Miss Ross?" He said as he approached the woman, the blonde.
"Aunt Alma..?" With smile.
Is Alana, at home?"
"No, miss, they're still in the apartment. Maybe soon, they'll be back here. Because Mr. Dave, we're not going to America."
"really?"
"Yes." Yeah."
A momentary silence struck the two women of different ages. His face looks doubtful. Dissolved in his daydream for a moment, then he dared to ask.
"Aunt Alma?"
"What's up, Miss Ross?
"Meemmm?" Pause, his calamity for a moment.
Do you have a cell phone number, Mr Louis?"
"No Miss. If Miss Alana had. Is there anything, that matters Miss?
Smiling, to relieve his nervousness.
"Ti.no. I'm just asking."
He exhaled heavily, and within him had a very strong desire, in order to have the man's mobile number.
"Anyway, I have to get the phone number. Come on Ross, spirit?" Breathing, trying to encourage yourself.
Ross
Louis
The story of Alana, and Dave is just filled with happiness. We'll follow how Ross can melt the heart of Louis, who loves Alana so much.
But here, Louis has no intention of taking Alan anymore.
