Thrust Into His Arms Chapter 25

Jas is a little advanced in age and not a looker. What would a sane young woman like be attracted to in that kind of man? My love is not based on money. It will never be based on money. Not entirely. Keisha Simmons is one hell of a crazy woman. I for one still wouldn’t see Jas Simmons as sothing more than that even if he had billions. But that is just . There are other young won whose ideal type are n way older than them. When it cos to Jas, I understandably do overti for his work too. Kendall has grandparents whom she lives with and solely looks after. She too is included on the list. Veronica is only just married. I heard her husband works in the Navy. So he is almost never ho with her. She doesn’t have kids and a full family to look after like the others. Out of the entire team, Raymond and I are the only ones not tied down by familial commitnts. But unlike , he gets off work early. They don’t bother him with their workload as they do . I hear my na being called. Raymond soon catches up to . "You are still on board right?"

"On board with what?" I did not get him. Not as soon as he ntions the wedding.

"Oh right. I am sorry. I am just—nevermind." I can’t say that I am excited to fuck the cock I did last Friday. Honestly Gweneth, what have you beco since that night? You were never like this.

"I will co pick you up at 9pm. Is that okay with you, or too early?"

"It’s fine with ." I am not a girl who takes forever to get dolled up. I won’t even doll up much. It is just an unfamiliar wedding that I am forced to attend because I and soone got too comfortable.

"Thank you so much. You wouldn’t understand what you have just done for ." He beams with a radiant smile on his face.

"What did I do?" My head cocks to the side, needing him to elaborate what he ant by that.

"It is just that. . . I would no longer have to face the feeling of awkwardness thanks to you."

"Oh please." I roll my eyes. "Quit flattering like you did not have a plan B."

"I didn’t. Not on you. I never did." He said. Okay, is it just or is that. . .

The impulse to ask what he ans is almost too strong to ignore, stirring in my chest, opening my mouth to let the words out. Who was I kidding? He does not need to know how much thought I’d started to give him since what Laurel said to at the pantry.

"Can I give you a ride ho?" He gestures to his car parked ters away. A sleek white Sedan. "You’ve got a nice car." I comnt. "Thanks."

I politely rejected his offer and got into a taxi instead. I paid the cab fare and got out. My phone rang at the main apartnt building entrance. "Hi mom."

"Hi baby. How are you doing?"

"I am fine. What about you guys? How is Percy?"

"We are all doing okay. Percy went out with Dad. We just can’t wait until the wedding. Your father has been practicing with how to walk you down the aisle. How is the preparations going? How far along are you guys? Have you picked a dress yet? I stumbled upon this interesting magazines of wedding dresses designs that you might like. I have all the photos on my phone but I just don’t know how to send them to you." She bombarded.

I should just blurt it out and tell her. "Mom?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"There is sothing I need to tell you." I breathe enough air into my lungs for what I was about to say.

"Neil and I—"

"Neil! Welco. How are you?" Her excited voice rang out. Who is she greeting?

"I am fine mother. I am here for so business. So I thought I should drop by."

My brows knit into an unsettling frown. Why does that sound like. . .? "Gweneth is on the phone. Let put her on." There was the clattering sound of sothing falling, after mom’s voice. I repeated hello, but the line had gone dead. Her phone must have fallen again. She just can’t prevent it from slipping from her hands. It didn’t go through when I tried again. It must have completely broken this ti. The effect of what I saw playing behind the door of my apartnt was not instantaneous. My brain shut down montarily like a computer system in dire need of a software update. I blinked severally to digest the scene in front of . "What is going on here?"