Serenity Watson
February 17, 2023
I still recall how Uncle James gave me his card and asked me to let him know whether I wanted to join him for dinner or not.
I'm still not sure if I should go or not because I had a feeling that something was about to happen. I find these feelings to be the most repulsive, and I am unable to understand how someone might feel them.
Being that I am an introvert, I am unsure if I should go or not, since what will I say if his son also shows up? I work as a server. In a restaurant, I run into your father, and he extends an invitation to supper. But what if Uncle James goes by himself? His son is not present because he was not present in earlier times when Uncle James had dinner by himself. He will not be there.
What should I do? aaa
Let's not go; it's better to stay.
What if Uncle James is once again left alone? After working so hard, it stings to see him remain alone. He is doing everything he can to provide his son with a full life that he can never have, but he is by himself, wondering whether he might have given his son a better life.
He shouldn't live his life like I do. My flaws are numerous, but despite everything that has happened because of me and my luck, I never want anyone to be alone. I will adopt so many children that I will never be alone because I intend to give the children who have the right to parents who can give them a new life, even if their first parents abandon them. I don't want anyone else to go through what he went through.
After so many head shots, I thought to accept the invitation and message Uncle James.
"Hi
"yes"
"I am Serenity. Am I talking to Mr. James Knight?"
"I am his caretaker. He told me, You are coming for today's dinner."
"yes"
Ok, sharp 7:00 p.m. Don't be late."
"Thank you for inviting me. I look forward to meeting Mr. Knights."
"He's excited to meet you too. See you tonight! "There will be a driver."
"ok thanks"
It's time to get ready. I got up from my bed and thought about what to wear. After much deliberation about what to wear, I discovered a simple pistachio green one-piece that is light and elegant. I quickly got dressed and made sure to put on my favorite pair of heels to complete the look. As I checked myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the evening ahead.
Standing in front of my apartment, I saw a black SUV waiting for its driver. I approached the vehicle and introduced myself, confirming that I was indeed the passenger they were expecting. The driver nodded and opened the door for me, signaling that it was time to embark on our journey in the car.
When the driver said, "Hello, Miss Watson,"
I replied, "Hello."
I felt like Mr. James Knight was a really rich guy. I was thinking he wasn't this rich. I thought he had a luxurious car waiting for me, but the black SUV seemed more practical and inconspicuous. As we drove off, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of evening awaited me in the company of someone as wealthy as Mr. Knight. a pretty good amount of money. I shouldn't choke right now. Let's see.
After an hour of driving, we end up in front of a small, beautiful white house, which I am not expecting even 1 percent of. I thought of a big house; literally, it was a small house, but this is so beautiful, like a home, and so peaceful. which is so simple, like a middle-class family house with a steel gate and a small white house surrounded by a well-maintained garden.
The simplicity of the house and its surroundings only adds to its charm, making it feel warm and inviting. It's a stark contrast to the extravagant image I had in my mind, but somehow, it feels more genuine and comforting. on the first floor.
One window is there, where so many flowers are hung. I was looking at the house like I was expecting a big house, literally wondering if he was really a rich man or not, when my whole attention gathered.
When the driver opened the gate of the SUV, when the steel gate opened, I saw Mr. James opening the gate. I was excited to meet him.
When I said in excitement, "Hi uncle",
He replied nervously, "Hello, Serenity". Why is he nervous?
When he asked me to come inside, I noticed a slight hesitation in his voice. As we entered the house, I couldn't help but notice the humble and modest décor, which seemed contradictory to my initial assumptions. Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist asking him about it. me, "Anything wrong?"
"no"
"Then why are you nervous?"
"Oh, about that, it's the first time someone has been at my house."
"Okay,you know what? Your house is beautiful and cozy. There's no need to be nervous; I feel comfortable here."
"Thank you," he replied with a relieved smile.
"I guess I just wanted everything to be perfect for your visit."
I muffled nice".
"Nice," he repeated.
"It's beautiful. I must say this house is so homey."
Serenity, the food is already ready. Let us sit down and enjoy our meal together." I nodded, leading me to the dining table, where a delicious spread awaited us. Please sit and observe it on the table. He started serving. I take the dishes from his hand.
"No, serenity."
"Let me serve today."
No, you sit; I serve. "
"Serenity,"
"Uncle,"
"Let's divide. You serve juice; I serve spaghetti."
I chuckled. "Cute idea, but I already served spaghetti, so let's sit and eat."
He just smiled, and we were both about to sit when I saw someone's shadow on the door. Curiosity got the best of me, and I turned to see who it was.
I turned when I saw a man staring at me like he was seeing me naked. The most intense gaze made me feel uncomfortable, and I quickly averted my eyes. It was then that I realized I had never seen this man before, and his presence was both unexpected and unsettling.
The most attractive man I ever saw was a gray man who appeared to be in his mid-30s. He had a strong jawline and piercing, dark brown eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mystery. His confident demeanor and stylish attire gave off an air of sophistication, making it difficult for me to look away.
As he slowly approached me, I couldn't help but wonder what his intentions were and why he had chosen this as his destination. He stood at 6'2 and had black hair that I wanted to touch. He had tan skin that was so beautiful and rough, which I wanted to touch in every sexual way I could.
He carried himself with an aura of intrigue, leaving me curious about his background and the experiences that had shaped him. As he drew nearer, I found myself captivated by the enigma that he embodied and eager to unravel the story behind his presence in this particular place.
When he said roughly, "You have no idea who I am, do you?"
CIA POV-
I've been anticipating the movement since Serenity and Alastair disconnected ways. I'm still in the library because whenever I opened the book, time stopped, giving me plenty of time to read it. and i really wanted to read when they gone meet they really meet they meet i really adore the men but serenity told i never thought she would be a virgin literally virgin,but forget about if serenity also started feeling sexually active just by one look what gone happen next like every smut book they gone to fuck.Oh my God, my unholy mind is in desperate need of holy water.