Chapter 133

I Don’t Give a Damn About You Anymore

Once Ken alighted from his car, he had a flower in his hand which he hid at the back, not wanting his mistress Jacy or his son Blueeyes to see it.

The bell went and Jacy paused to perceive if it was coming from their door. And when it sounded again, she had no option than to command Blueeyes to go upstairs but Blueeyes was heady.

“Come on darling go upstairs. I think we have a visitor,” she pleaded, stroking his dark soft curly hair to make him do her bidding.

“I don’t think it is a visitor,” Blueeyes said calmly. Without anything much to say again he curled back on the sofa and continued playing with his dolls.

The doorbell called on again and Jacy made to the door, giving up on convincing her son. Soon she was staring at the smiling face of Ken, and his kiss-it lips that etched backward to reveal his nice neatly arranged dentition.

“How are you, baby?” he asked as he saw his son, hasting behind her.

“I