Chapter 620: The Columbian Mother And Daughter Awaits

Heather stayed quiet for a few seconds on the other end of the line, clearly processing the offer. The soft sound of her breathing continued, heavier than before.

"You’d really let us stay... for free?" she finally asked, her voice softer now.

"Of course," I replied. "Just bring your son and come over. I’ll take care of everything."

My cock throbbed at the thought of Heather walking into that apartment with her son, the same son who had once been forced to listen while I fucked his mother on the train. This time, things could go much further.

I waited for her answer, already imagining how I would put my hands on that soft, mature body of hers again the moment she arrived.

"Okay, Alex... I’ll come," Heather said softly on the other end of the line.

"Great. I’m texting you the address right now," I replied as I quickly typed out the location of the empty apartment and sent it to her.

Just then, a young male voice came through the phone in the background.

"Mom, can we go see the next college?"

Heather’s tone shifted slightly as she spoke to me one last time.

"See you soon, Alex," she said before hanging up the call. It was clearly her son speaking in the background.

Now that my night was properly set, I had to take care of a few things before Heather arrived. I didn’t want any interruptions once she and her son were in that apartment.

So I decided to join Tiffany and Brittany for breakfast after all.

I simply pushed open their apartment door and walked inside like I owned the fucking place. In a way, I did. I owned the women who lived here, so the space itself didn’t really matter. Everything in this building already belonged to me in one way or another.

"Hey hey, Alex is here!" David called out cheerfully the moment he saw me closing the door behind me.

"Hey, David," I replied casually.

David looked far too cheerful. Ever since he found out his wife was pregnant, he had been floating on cloud nine, even though he hadn’t actually had sex with Tiffany in a very long time. He was completely convinced that he still had it and that his thick, juicy wife was carrying his child.

I was letting him enjoy that delusion for a little while longer. Sooner or later he was going to be devastated when the truth came out, that his wife was pregnant with my child, and that soon his own daughter Brittany would be carrying my child as well.

David smiled brightly as he walked over, completely unaware of how thoroughly I had already claimed both the women in his household. I returned the smile with a calm, polite one of my own, already thinking about how satisfying it would be when his perfect little fantasy finally collapsed.

"Alex, come sit. I’ll make some toast for you," Tiffany said the moment she saw me walk in. She was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast, wearing a thin maxi dress under a simple apron.

The soft fabric clung to her body in a way that made her massive melons look even heavier, creating a deep, inviting cleavage. She was getting thicker by the day, and that was exactly how I wanted her. I needed my child to drink her milk soon, and for that her body had to stay soft, thick, and juicy.

I walked over to the dining area and sat down on one of the chairs. Brittany was already seated at the table, scrolling on her phone. A moment later David came and sat down as well while Tiffany continued preparing the rest of the breakfast.

"Mom, can Alex and I get our breakfast quickly? We need to go," Brittany said, glancing up from her phone.

David immediately raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of us.

"Where do you have to go with Alex?" he asked, his tone carrying a clear note of suspicion.

"I’m gonna meet my friend Gloria," Brittany answered casually.

David’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yeah, but what’s Alex got to do with that?" he asked, still watching us carefully.

Tiffany quickly interrupted from the kitchen before the conversation could go any further.

"Just let them be, David. They’re young. I’m sure they have plans for a movie or something," she said firmly.

She already knew the real reason Brittany and I were going out, we were heading to check on Gloria and confirm whether she was actually pregnant. Gloria’s mother would most likely be there as well.

David opened his mouth again.

"Yeah, but..." he tried to continue, but the sharp look Tiffany shot him from the kitchen made him stop mid-sentence.

David already knew I was dating Autumn, a woman almost twice my age. The idea of me also spending time alone with his own daughter clearly made him suspicious. Under normal circumstances he might have pushed harder for answers.

But right now he was too stupidly happy about Tiffany’s pregnancy to press the issue. In his mind, everything was perfect, his thick, beautiful wife was carrying his child, and that delusion kept him from looking too closely at the reality sitting right in front of him.

Tiffany brought over a plate of freshly made toast and set it down in front of me. As she leaned forward, her heavy breasts shifted under the thin maxi dress, the deep cleavage on full display for a brief moment.

I didn’t hide the way my eyes lingered on them. She noticed, and a faint, knowing look passed across her face before she straightened up again.

Brittany watched the quiet exchange between her mother and me but said nothing. She simply waited for breakfast to finish so we could leave and head over to Gloria’s place.

We quickly finished breakfast and got ready to head over to Gloria’s house.

Brittany went inside her room and changed into a pair of short shorts and a tight t-shirt that hugged her growing curves perfectly, almost as if she was dressing up for a date with me. When she came back out, she looked at me with a small smile.

"Shall we go, Alex?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah, let’s go," I replied.

We both headed out the door and took the elevator down. Once again, I was leaving Nadia alone in my apartment. She had even prepared breakfast for me earlier, but I could always give her some attention later. Right now, confirming whether Gloria was carrying my child was more important.

We stepped out of the building and started walking toward Gloria’s house.

After a short while, we passed a small medical store. Brittany glanced at the entrance and then looked over at me.

"Alex, I think we should buy a pregnancy kit on our way," she said casually.