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kweensheba:
When everyone had left the kitchen for the other room, she touched me on the arm and looked at me with a very troubled look on her face,

“Are you ok, Mike?" she asked, “You seem very quiet today. In fact you haven’t said a word since Tinu and Jimi arrived.”

“I’m alright Mom," I answered, “There is no problem, ma.”

If you only knew I thought, as she handed me the large pot of pepper soup. I Bimbod the pot to the dining room table, returned to help her with the bread and drinks.

My in laws took their usual seats at both ends of the table. Jimi and Tinu sat at the two chairs across from me. I took a chair across from them and made sure I was directly across from Tinu.

I sat down and began to eat. As was usual when Jimi was around, he was the center of the conversation. I only joined in when I was asked a direct question. I replied as quickly and briefly as I could and would return to my meal.

I noticed that Tinu was extremely quiet as well in spite of her Dad’s best attempts to get her in the conversation. I looked up a few times and caught Tinu glancing over at me. I would quickly look away as to not let everyone know with my eyes, what was obviously written all over my face.

I had fell head over heels in love with my wife’s younger sister. Soon it was time to head home and I said my quick goodbyes and made for my car.

On the drive back I began wondering how long this charade would play out. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that there was no way we could effectively have an affair and keep it quiet.

And to be honest, I realized that I wanted much more than an affair. The more thought I gave this situation the more I realized it just could not continue. By the time I arrived home, I made a decision not to pursue Tinu any longer.




A Strange Love: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/a-strange-love/44750

Ultimas:
We literally spent the rest of Tuesday packaging up my entire life and getting ready to ship it across the world, if need be. I signed the necessary documents to allow Miss Cooper to issue directives on my behalf and the law firm to handle many of my other professional needs.

Lunch was ordered in (I really needed to find a way to get out and get to a restaurant or something). We ate while we discussed various issues that I really didn't care about. But eventually, finally, the endof the day came and my unexpected guests left.




WEDNESDAY

The next day my new assistant, Miss Cooper, came to the door at 9am promptly. "Good morning, Mr. Robins."

I hated hearing a pretty girl call me that, especially when she was no older than me. "Please, PLEASE just call me Tade. It allows me to at least pretendthat I'm normal."

"I don't know if that would be appropriate, sir. I am here as part of your staff service. 'Tade' would be rather familiar."

"Oh, come on. Mr. Robins makes me sound like an old man. And besides, who in the endis paying you? At least call me Tade or something."

The cool, professional façade melted for a moment as she blushed. And I now clearly noticed her eyes, which had been a steely grey now fleck into a warmer blue before she schooled her appearance once again. "I can do that... Tade."

"Now your turn. May I call you Helen?" I asked, referring to her first name which I'd learned yesterday.

"Whatever you wish, sir."

"No, not 'sir'. 'Tade', remember?"

"Yes... Tade." Her blush was back. However, she quickly reasserted her professionalism once again. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly into a bun and her business suit, while stylishly feminine, was also quite rigid. We would have to work on that. It would look too weird if she were following me down the street in a business suit while I was in jeans.

"So you're the pro. What are we supposed to do first?"

"Well, first off here is your new phone," she handed me the latest and greatest gizmophone which was still astronomically expensive, complete with my own fancy Bluetooth earpiece. "It's already pre-set to block all calls except from those on your pre-approved list. We'll talk later about whom you want to include on that list."

And then she got up and started her own mini-tour of my apartment. "Next we need to do is organize you for a move. Mr. Rubenstein made it clear that your first priority will be selecting a new residence."

She turned and reached into a briefcase and pulled out yet another thick folder. I could get to hate the sight of folders, but I couldn't help but notice the tight curves of Helen's ass as she bent over.

If she noticed me ogling her, she didn't let on. "I took the liberty of bringing dossiers on several locations, none of them on the general market. Real estate at this level is extremely confidential and extremely exclusive. There's a place on Central Park West that I think will be particularly well suited for you. It's not overly grand, but it will have plenty of space for you and a small staff.

The building is well secured and ownership will provide you with cars and drivers at your leisure." I loved how Helen pronounced that last word as 'leh-zur' instead of 'lee-zhoor'. Her accent was a soft Australian drawl, and the longer I listened to her the more noticeably sexy it became.

The real estate dossiers were quite elegant. Full color, multi-page portfolios with lots of pictures and lots of luxury features like floor to ceiling windows, rooftop access, and absolutely gorgeous bathrooms.

We spent a couple of hours looking over several apartments throughout Manhattan, all in very ritzy areas and all with spectacular views. I could even get a place in the Trump Tower if I really wanted.

We could also branch outside of Manhattan, such as going to the Hamptons. Helen also let me know that I had the option of moving into Tayo Robinson's old place. But the idea of living in the house of a father I never knew quietly creeped me out. I might want to visit it before everything got packed up, but I couldn't live there.

I finally got a break to just zone out in front of the television while Helen made a series of phone calls. We would be house hunting tomorrow. As it turned out, I completely ignored the program I was watching and instead thought about just which big screen High Definition flat screen I wanted to get.

Afterwards, we inventoried everything I owned, mostly to set things up for a move. Much of my furniture would be sold off or otherwise replaced with a brand new interior decoration once I had a new place picked out. A part of me felt sad over my meager possessions and the idea that they would no longer be mine very shortly.

However, this was more than made up by the giddy notion that I was about to embark on a very big shopping spree. True, a professional designer would likely be making many of the artistic decisions, but I was still the one buying a multi-million dollar apartment and all the furnishings.



Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

Saturn101:
Carry on.

Awesome05:
Nice and cool