At three in the afternoon, I dropped them off at ho. "Lily, listen to mommy at ho!"
The little girl nodded, a bit unhappy. "Does this an I can’t call you daddy anymore?"
For a mont, I didn’t know how to respond and looked to Kristina.
Kristina looked at . "Would you be willing to accept Lily as your goddaughter?"
I was montarily stunned. Accept her as my goddaughter? The idea was sound, indeed. The notion of being called "Dad" at this juncture seed rather premature.
"Okay," I responded with a nod. Should my relationship with Kristina evolve, the child wouldn’t have to alter their address for .
Upon my acquiescence, Kristina’s spirits visibly soared. "Then stay for dinner tonight!" she proposed.
Lily, too, was elated. She clung to , pleading to be lifted, and without hesitation, she called "Dad." I found myself unable to resist her innocent request.
After a hearty al, I bid them adieu and retreated to the sanctuary of my ho.
Once ensconced in the familiar surroundings, I found myself reflecting on the recent events. They seed almost surreal in retrospect.
Suddenly, I rembered my neglected private account. It had been two days since I had last logged in.
Upon signing in, a deluge of ssages filled my screen. sex maniac had left dozens, and lody had sent a handful.
sex maniac: [Darling, are you still busy?]
sex maniac: [Darling, you’ve been silent all day.]
sex maniac: [It’s only been two days, have you grown tired of ? (Crying face)]
Upon seeing Jessica’s ssages, I hastily typed out a response.
low-key guy: [Sorry, I’ve been tied up at an event for the past couple of days and barely had a chance to check my phone. It just concluded.]
Having dispatched the ssage, I turned my attention to lody’s ssages.
lody: [Hi, low-key guy, are you there?]
lody: [I encountered a minor issue during my workout today, can you help ?]
Attached was a photo of lody, seated on a yoga mat, clad in ultra-short shorts and a midriff-baring crop top.
There was also a video of her performing planks, her breath slightly labored. "low-key guy, is my form correct?"
Her breath, her form, it stirred sothing within .
Noticing that the most recent ssage was sent a re two hours ago, I copied the ssage I had sent to Jessica and forwarded it to lody.
Within minutes, lody responded.
lody: [Oh, I thought you found botherso!]
low-key guy: [Far from it. It’s an honor to be sought after by a beauty such as yourself!]
lody responded with a blushing emoji.
lody: [You certainly have a way with words!]
Just as I was about to reply, another ssage arrived.
lody: [low-key guy, can I video call you?]
Without waiting for my response, a video call request popped up.
Well, if she wanted to video call, so be it. However, she didn’t ask if I wanted to!
I hesitated briefly. My initial instinct was to decline, but instead, I swiftly removed my shirt, revealing my chiseled abs, and splashed so water on myself to give the impression of a recent workout.
Upon accepting the call, I was greeted by lody’s face on the screen. She seed to have just completed her workout, her cheeks flushed, a delicate collarbone peeking from beneath her fair neck.
"Ah, low-key guy, why are you shirtless?"
I flashed a mischievous grin, cleared my throat and responded in a deep, resonant voice. "Oh, I was just working out!"
In the video, lody shielded her eyes. Upon hearing my explanation, she couldn’t resist sneaking a peek through her fingers. Evidently, my abs had piqued her interest.
"Why are you covering your eyes? What’s wrong with this?"
"I just feel sowhat embarrassed!"
Despite her words, lody lowered her hand. "low-key guy, why can’t I see your face?"
"I’m not prepared to reveal my face just yet."
Won, I’d found, were often more curious than n, and the less I revealed, the more intrigued she would be.
"May I see it?"
"The timing isn’t right. When the mont is appropriate, I’ll show you."
I gently rebuffed her request.
"Alright then," lody conceded, a hint of disappointnt in her voice. However, she quickly diverted the conversation to fitness-related queries. Having so experience in the field, and ard with the eloquence honed in the marketing departnt, I engaged her with a blend of humor and wit.
As was my habit, I subtly shifted the conversation towards her personal life. She was surprisingly forthcoming, offering even more detail than before.
"I actually like a more assertive man, soone strong and decisive. Perhaps it’s because my life has been ticulously planned by my parents since childhood. I’m not adept at making my own decisions."
Could this be a case of big boobs without brains?
"Be it in life or work, I hope you can guide . I also relish the dominant sensation of being forcefully kissed."
Blushing, she added, "low-key guy, don’t make fun of . I yearn for love, but my family forbids it. In a family like mine, I’m not permitted to make decisions regarding my own marriage, so I can only dream."
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