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"I love him looking this hot!"
Mara was lost in ecstasy flipping through the pages of a book she held on her palm as she watched the pictures of her last visit to the beach with Henry Martin her sweet darling boyfriend and fiancé to be in quite a few days from now.
She barely noticed him standing beside her, who was distracted on getting to reach for her shoulders by a picture rail so beautiful on the wall next to a painting. Martin loves painting so bad he can do anything and pay anything to get more to embellish his home.
The door swung open, and an average looking grey headed man with a husky voice walked in majestically, disrupting their freedom and attention to whatever it was they were doing. Putting down his briefcase on the floor close to the wooden desk built to support a standing mirror beside the door house, he took off his eyeglasses and...
“Are all preparations ready for the evening banquet?” he said eloquently with much sense of pride and arrogance as if he was created to be pompous. .
“Oh, yeah; Dad, I didn’t know you were going to make it for the toast tonight” Henry his son replied.
“Come on! Son, you know I will be the last person on your list to break a promise”
“What’s so special about tonight that you Sir, happen to drop all your appointment to show up, or am I the only one who does not know what is going on?” Mara asked inquisitively as she turned to look at the two most important men in her life for as long as she has known herself to live in vietnam city.
“Come on Mara, you know my Dad loves huge parties? There’s nothing going on tonight so special to make you keep a worried face, it’s just the usual party you know” Henry muttered drawing near to her being unable to resist her beautiful looks after having spent a lot of time with her.
“Okay you got me. So what are we toasting to?” She inquired, having this made up grin show up on her face.
“Oh, I think my Dad knows best!” Henry responded without thinking twice and gave her a kiss on her cheek which made her recall the last time she felt his smooth wet lips in her tongue some hours ago.
“Oh yeah, am proud of you son!” Martin exclaimed.
Mr. Martin, is a prominent wealthy man at his late fifties, an accomplished business tycoon and a mayor in Vietnam who lost his wife and is doing everything possible to enable his son get married to a girl he admires more than any other, her attributes so well pleasing to him, he sees his late wives features in her.
“You say that a lot Dad, am beginning to feel my ego rise” Henry responded
“You’re welcome” Martin added as he walked past the dining room into the kitchen.
Henry picked up the keys to his car, and about walking away from the spot Mara was sitting to go outside when Mara recalled what she wanted to let him know minutes earlier before Mr. Martin came in.
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