Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Why are you showing me this picture?”
“Mr. Cha is head of the security team for the Jung family. He was once Soo-ah’s personal bodyguard. He was promoted shortly after your sister was born.”
“So?” Ethan still didn’t understand the connection.
“Your father was in a very bad car accident roughly fifteen years ago. There was a national call for blood donations because he has a rare blood type. Do you want to guess what it is?”
“O negative. The same as mine.” From the time Ethan was old enough he’d been getting notices from the Blood Donation centers to donate blood because he was a universal donor.
“Your grandfather is also O negative as well, but he was having health issues at that time and couldn’t donate when your father was in that accident. So why there a national call to donate instead of one of your siblings donating?”
“It might have been suspicious to anyone not in the know because the Jung family holds annual blood drives wherever their stores are located. It’s their way of doing charity outreach. Your father and grandfather have proudly boasted about the rarity of their blood and how their donations have helped so many people. Soo-ah’s blood type is O positive, by the way.”
Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Glen, I’m sure you have a point. How about getting to it.”
Glen smirked. “Oh, this is the good part. The Jung family always donated blood but a few years ago, your two siblings no longer participated in the drives. Someone got a hold of their medical files and threatened to release them to the public. But you’re the doctor here. Tell me what you think your siblings blood types are.”
Ethan shrugged. “They’d either be O negative or positive. So what?”
Glen took a long dramatic sip from his coffee cup. “But they’re not. They’re both A positive. Guess who else is A positive?” He pointed to the security guard’s picture. “Mr. Cha.”
Ethan stared at Cha Jin-wook’s picture, shaking as he clearly remembered that day. But as he was putting all the pieces together in his mind, Ethan noticed the uncanny resembles his ‘half-siblings’ had to Cha.
Ethan gasped. “He’s their father isn’t he?”
Glen smugly nodded.
“I think your grandfather knew it as well because when he passed, he divided his shares amongst his three children, your father and his sisters. But here’s the thing. He left assets to his daughters’ children but none to your father’s. Your father hasn’t been in good health in recent years. I suspect, the truth may come out if he passes.”
Ethan tuned Glen out as he continued talking because everything else was irrelevant. It was no wonder Soo-ah had been so desperate. Maybe his father knew and lived with regret. But he finally had the answers.
According to his previous timeline, he wasn’t going to be attacked for another four and a half years but at least now he had the ammunition to combat anything that came his way.
Amina pressed the leveler against the wall for the picture she wanted to hang over the bed. She drew a line with a pencil over the spot she wanted to hang it.
“Amina, I told you not to do overtax yourself. What are you doing?” Ethan asked as he entered the bedroom.
She nearly jumped out of her skin because she didn’t hear him come in. Slowly she turned, pasting the biggest smile on her face.
His arms were folded and he tapped his foot. He looked slightly annoyed but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She knew exactly how to get him in a better mood.
She threw the leveler down and hopped off the bed. She jumped into his arms and gave him a lingering kiss.
Like clockwork his dick jumped to attention.
Mission accomplished. “Amina…” he groaned against her mouth.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
She pulled the polo shirt he was wearing over his head to reveal his toned chest. She’d never get tired of looking at his body because he was a beautiful specimen of a man.
Amina went to work undoing his pants and pulling them down. His boxers followed the pile of clothes by his feet. She ran her hands up and down his muscular thighs and gently grasped his cock in her hand.
“Fuck…I know what you’re doing. And it’s not going to work, Amina.”
She looked up at him with a grin. “It’s not?”
Amina run her tongue along the length of his engorged shaft. She loved, the size, shape and taste of it. She savored the texture of him against her tongue.
She slowly ingested him, taking her time to make love to him with her mouth.
Gently grasping his balls, they pulsated in her palm.
Ethan groaned stroking her hair. “Damn, Amina, you know this isn’t fair.”
A triumphant joy soared through her being as she teased him with strokes, licks and nibbles.