Chapter 3: The stake park chase
The bitch took Louis to the next level when she deep-throat it, making the tip get stuck in her throat.
"F**k!" He groaned in pleasure, holding her hair tighter as his fluid shot directly into her throat.
She swallowed it immediately.
Louis pulled out of her pushing her away that she landed on the floor.
"Get out" he barked and she ran out nakedly.
He stood up from the bed arranging his hair. He went over to the mirror to admire his body.
He was a good looking man who had a well defined face. A pencil nose that matched with his almond shaped eyes and thin lips. He's Louis Hamilton,the elder brother to Charles. He extended his hand towards a picture bringing it closer. It was a picture of Charles.
He grinned evilly staring at the picture.
"I hate you so much Charles, I am the elder brother yet you are more successful than me. I would surely be your downfall." He laughed maniacally
"Watch out Charles,I am coming for you"
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Skate Park
The skate park was a popular gathering spot for teenagers in town, especially those from less privileged backgrounds. Harrison and his two friends would often hang out there during the weekends.
The park was abuzz with various activities like skateboarding, dancing, and freestyle tricks. Some were engaged in casual conversations. Harrison and his friends arrived together.
"I missed this place," Celdrick muttered.
"Me too. It feels like a second home to me," Celtus chimed in.
"Can't believe we haven't been here in a week," Harrison huffed.
The three friends found a spot to sit on stools, admiring the lively atmosphere.
"Where's your sister, Harry?" Celdrick asked.
"She's at work," Harrison answered.
"No, I mean Honey," Celdrick muttered shyly, trying to hide the blush creeping up his face.
"Oh, Honey Bee," Harrison asked.
"So, you still have a crush on her," Celtus teased, giggling.
"Yeah, what's so funny?" Celdrick asked, attempting to avoid blushing.
"Get over it, Cel. My crazy sister doesn't feel the same way. Out of all people, you fell in love with her. Gosh, love is lame," Harrison muttered in disgust.
"I don't do love either, just fuck around," Celtus winked.
"Well, we're not the same, and I love Honey Bell too much to ever let her go," Celdrick confessed.
"Well, suit yourself. Let's not dwell on our discussion about my crazy sister and instead enjoy the fun," Harrison joked.
"Cel, they're here for you. Look behind you," Celtus giggled, pointing in a particular direction.
Celdrick turned around to see two tall bodyguards approaching him.
"Oh, not again! Damn it!" he cursed, quickly standing up and taking off running.
"Young master!" one of the guards yelled, chasing after him.
Harrison and Celtus couldn't help but giggle as Celdrick ran away.
"It's quite pathetic to be rich. Just look at Celdrick, he can't even enjoy himself because of his wealth," Harrison chuckled.
"Yeah, being rich sucks," Celtus added, shaking his head.
SYNDER'S MANSION
A pepper red exotic car screeched to a halt in front of the magnificent building. The door swung open, revealing an angry Celdrick. He stormed out of the car and headed towards the mansion. Inside, he found his father, Mr. Synder, in the living room.
"Dad!" he yelled angrily.
Mr. Synder raised his head from the newspaper he was reading, his eyes cold as he stared at his son.
"Why are you shouting my name like that, son?" he asked coldly.
"Why did you send your bodyguard to chase me? Why can't I have a life of my own, where I can do everything I want? For fuck's sake, I don't want to be locked in this mansion all day. I want to go out and experience how life is out there. Why can't you just give me my freedom? What did I ever do to you?" Celdrick yelled at his father.
"Shut the fuck up! What I am doing is for the best. You can't go around spoiling my reputation. It's a pity that I have a son like you. Thank goodness I have another son who will inherit my properties, not a lousy being like you who lacks consideration. I blame your dead mother for bringing an animal like you into this world as my fucking son," Mr. Synder yelled.
Tears welled up in Celdrick's eyes as he listened to his father's hurtful words. Of everything his father had said, the mention of his dead mother hurt him the most.
"Sometimes I wonder if you are even my father. I can't have a father like you. I wish I could turn back time and have a loving and responsible father, not a douchebag like you who killed my mother," Celdrick yelled back.
Mr. Synder lost his temper and slapped his son hard across the face.
The force of the slap sent Celdrick tumbling to the ground, landing on his buttocks.
He cried, holding onto his red cheeks as blood dripped out.
"I regret ever having you as a father," he cried, storming off to his room.
Mr. Synder hissed as Celdrick walked away. He sat back on his seat, still gripping the newspaper. His cellphone rang, and he smiled when he saw the caller. He quickly tapped on the green icon to answer the call.
"Hello, son," he greeted, his voice brightening.
"Dad, how are you doing?" the voice on the other end spoke.
"I'm doing great. Well, your lousy brother is at it again," Mr. Synder complained.
"You don't have to bother about him, Dad. Anyways, I called to check how you are doing," the voice reassured.
"That's good of you, son. I've missed you so much. When are you coming home?" Mr. Synder asked eagerly.
"In a few days, Dad. I need to go now, Dad. Bye," the voice said.
"Bye, too, son. Take care," Mr. Synder responded, feeling warm inside as the call ended.
"I missed you so much, Drew," he muttered, but then his thoughts shifted to Celdrick, and he hissed.
"Thank goodness you aren't from the same mother."
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone