Life Of A King

Chapter 54

- GABRIEL KING

"Yeeeesssss, Daddy," she moans, riding me with her hands resting on my chest, bouncing up and down on my shaft.

"Cum for me, sweety," I command, my hand grabbing her breast while the other sneaks into her mouth. She increases her pace, bouncing faster. I pull out my finger, vigorously rubbing her clit. My hand moves from her breast to spank her ass a couple of times until I feel her core tighten around me, her moans signaling release. I can't help but release myself, groaning here and there. As she slowly climbs off me, I get up, walk to the bathroom with the condom still on, and roll it off as soon as I reach the toilet seat. I toss it in the toilet, flush, and then wipe the remaining traces off my member. Returning to the bedroom, I throw myself on the bed, stretching my hand to the pedestal, taking my phone to check my messages.

"When will I see you again?" she asks, running her hands through my chest hair.

"I'll tell you. There's money in my wallet; you may take it and leave," I say, absorbed in reading my emails. She sneaks her hand to my balls, massaging them.

"I thought we would maybe shower together?" she suggests.

"You know I don't find your clinginess cute or sexy. Take the money and leave; I will call you when I want to see you," I declare, removing her hand from my balls. She gets off the bed, visibly upset and probably angry. I don't understand why she gets worked up; she knows what we're doing is a no-strings-attached deal. I made it clear from the start that nothing else would come out of this. My phone rings, and it's my wife.

"Honey," I answer.

"Where are you?" she inquires.

I check the time and then return the phone to my ear. "I am still in a meeting, love. It took longer than expected. I should be home in an hour or so," I assure her.

"Okay, I will see you then. Bye, Gabriel," she says.

"I love you, honey," I tell her, and she drops the call. I chuckle to myself, placing the phone on the pedestal, preparing to take a quick shower and meet up with an old colleague.

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- SAMKELISIWE LUDIDI KING

I am a mother of two who once walked in on her husband's PA trying to make out with him, but even then, I have never felt so disrespected. This woman comes into my house and makes claims about MY husband, the very one stuck in a coma. What's worse is that I can't even confront Dylan about this because he's stuck in a coma. Doctors have tried everything, run every test, and the best response I've gotten is, "he's non-responsive, his brain seems to have shut down, and should he wake up, chances are he'll wake up with memory loss." I am going through the most, and Chriselda is a problem I do not need.

"Mrs. Romer, I am not inclined to believe whatever you are telling me right now, so please leave my house," I assert. She takes out her phone and pages it.

"This is my son," she says, handing me her phone. I look at the young boy on the screen, a replica of my husband, a white Kamva if that makes any sense.

"Before Dylan met you, he was with me. We were in love, and then I fell pregnant with his child. His parents paid me a lot of money to disappear from his life because they believed that I was not good enough for their son. Even after they paid me to leave, they still sent me money to stay non-existent," she explains. I hand her the phone.

"So what now? You want more money? What do you want from me?" I ask, unable to hide my agitation. She exhales.

"Sam, I'm not here to fight with you. I don't want your money or anything, but I just want my son to have a relationship with his siblings. He's hurting over the father he lost, and I am hoping that maybe a new relationship with his actual father's family might make him feel a little better. That's all I'm asking. You can call your in-laws to confirm my story," she says. I pat my back pockets for my phone, and it's not there.

"Excuse me," I say, then walk to the lounge, meeting Kamva in the passage.

"When are we leaving?" he asks.

"In a bit, baby. Are you done with everything?" I ask him, and he nods.

"Yes, Mom, I'm done," he says, and I nod.

"Wait for me in your room, okay? I will come and call you when it's time to leave." He doesn't argue, and I'm grateful. I take my phone from the table next to my handbag and then call Kholiwe because she and her husband have some explaining to do.

"Sam," my mother-in-law answers her phone.

"Kholiwe, hi. Could you please come to my house with your husband? It's pretty urgent," I say.

"Is everything okay, Sam? Is it the kids?" she asks, panic and worry in her voice.

"The kids are fine; it's Kiernan who I would like to discuss."

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- TSHEPISO MHAGA

"I can't believe you did this all for me," she says, hands covering her mouth in shock to see her friends Athule and Mandy, together with Justin and Kiernan.

"I figured you needed some cheering up," she smiles, then turns to me.

"Thank you so much, Tshepi," she says, hugging me tightly.

"It's a pity that Hayley is not around because you know she would have loved to be here. But she sends her love," Justin says. Imi breaks out of my embrace, thanking everyone else and hugging each of them.

"Thank you all for coming and doing this for me. I really appreciate it, you guys," she says, and they all smile, giving her a group hug.

"Alright, we are not here to play a happy family but we're here to learn how to ice skate, so let's break it off," I say, and they all laugh.

"Jealous much maybe?" Kiernan asks, and I shrug.

"Probably. How are you holding up?" I ask him as we sit down to wear our skating shoes.

"I'm hanging in there. Thank you for this; I really appreciate it."

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To Be Continued