Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

EPILOGUE

1128 words

**SIX YEARS LATER**

The little boy ran down the hallway with his drawing pencils clutched in his right hand and his drawing book stuck under his left armpit. Behind him was his crying three-year-old younger sister, who had vowed to have all his colour pencils to herself until she had used her hands and growing teeth to break each and every single one of them.

The only person Lucian could run to for refuge against Avery was his mother. He dashed into the kitchen and hid behind her as she stood by the gas cooker.

Jojo looked down at her six-year-old and chuckled. From the book and pencils in his hands, she could tell Avery was going to storm in the kitchen in…

“Mummy! Lulu won’t let me have the pencils!” The girl’s voice rang in the hallway as she stormed into the kitchen with tears in her eyes.

Jojo laughed and set her spatula down on the counter top. She walked to where her daughter stood and picked her up from the ground. She spooned the girl into her arms and sprayed peppered kisses all over her face. Soon, Avery’s frown dissolved into a smile and she smiled, her almost toothless gum in full display.

“If you want to play with Lulu’s pencils, you have to ask nicely. Okay, baby?”

From behind her, Lucian peeped to look at his sister. When Avery’s eyes locked with his, he let out a nervous smile. He stretched out his yellow colour pencil to her and when she reached for it, he pulled it back.

“I’ll let you have the pencil, but you have to promise not to chew or break it like you did to the rest. Do you promise?” Lucian asked his younger sister and Avery turned to look at her mother.

Jojo flashed her a smile as she nodded her head.

“I won’t chew or break the pencils, Lulu. I promise.”

Lucian smiled and handed the pencil over to his sister. Avery, in turn, grasped it with her palms and asked to be let down. When Jojo listened and put her daughter down, she flung herself into Lucian’s arms and wrapped her small hands around her brother’s equally small waist.

“Thank you, Lulu. You’re the best brother in the whole world!” Avery confessed and Lucian blushed as he placed a soft kiss on his sister’s head.

“And you’re the best sister in the whole world! I think we should play catch with daddy until aunty Mel and aunty Ashley get here.”

Jojo listened to them. She couldn’t help the tears of joy that rushed to her eyes. She could remember having the exact same conversation with Valerie many years ago. Now, her sister was in high school already, and the sixteen year old had done nothing but make them all proud.

“Your father is in a meeting with uncle Kenji, so go disturb your grandma till I make dinner instead.” Jojo sniffed in her tears and spoke. The children would make a lot of noise in the study if they walked into the meeting Lake and Kenji were having with the investors.

It was a very important one as Lake was planning to expand the business and build his hotels outside of Rush pack. It had to be very important, because since Ashley’s pregnancy, Kenji seldom left the house, talk more of letting her go out. But Mel had promised to take care of her and bring her to the mansion safely. The man was far more protective than any of them had thought he would be.

Both her children turned to her.

“Which one?” They chorused.

Jojo laughed as she looked at both of them. Both Mrs Smith and her mother were around for the weekend. The women were probably somewhere in the garden receiving fresh air from the afternoon breeze together. Both women seemed to have a lot to talk about these days.

“The both of them.” Jojo replied. She threw her head back in laughter when she saw the mischievous smiles that formed on the faces of her children.

She watched as their little legs dashed out of the kitchen. She shook her head slowly and returned to focus on the lunch she was making. She had a video conference presentation for the first defemse of her project for her doctorate degree in psychology in thirty minutes and she had to be done with lunch before then.

Immediately she was through, she rushed into her room, changed her clothes and made all the necessary preparations before she made the call.

It only took her an hour and thirty minutes of questions and answers, but she was confident she had done very well. One of her professors complimented her by calling her a force to reckon with. She muttered a “thank you” and ended the call.

“I couldn’t agree more.” She heard her husband’s voice from the door of their room. Jojo blushed and turned to look at him. She rose up from her study desk and started to walk towards him.

“With what?” She asked, feigning ignorance.

Lake Rush’s eyes were filled with love, desire and pride as she walked to him, dressed in a pink corporate suit and pants. She had come a long way from when they first met, the both of them had.

He watched her stand in front of him and run her eyes all over his face.

He cupped the back of her waist with his right hand and pulled her into himself.

“You are a force to reckon with. I knew it from the first day I set my eyes on you.” He lowered his lips to hers and Jojo tiptoed in her heels and locked her husband’s lips on hers.

The kiss had intended to be short, but could not help but want more immediately their lips touched.

“You know you always look good on corporate.” Lake whispered against her lips and Jojo smiled.

“So good that you always want to tear the dress off.”

Lake slipped his hands into her suit and reached for the curve of her breasts.

“You know me too well.”

Jojo chuckled, she allowed a soft gasp escape her lips as he cupped her right breast with his left hand.

“Honey, everyone is downstairs waiting for me to serve lunch. They’ll kill you if they found out what you are doing.” She muttered in-between his kisses on her neck.

By the goddess, she loved this man too much.

“They can serve themselves lunch, I’m hungry too.”

With that, he picked her from the ground and strapped her legs around his waist. Lake carried his wife to their bed, he didn’t stop kissing her, just the same way he could never stop loving her.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.