"I've never been sure…" Clifford lowered his head and kissed her.

Touching every part of her body with eagerness, far from the gentleness he'd done to her. Ingrid responded intensely as Clifford. There's much haste in need in their action, ravis.h.i.+ng their bodies with desire.

Ingrid moaned endlessly in pleasure, she takes hold of her husband's hair and pulled him up to face her and to Clifford's surprise, his wife went on top of him, planting him little kisses on his face, on his chest, on his abdomen sliding downwards exploring that sensitive part with her hands.

Clifford holds his breath and almost lost himself but then he stopped her. He takes hold of her hands and looked down and asked, "Are you sure with this, wife?"

Flirtatiously she smiled and nodded. Her eyes dance in delight as if she discovers something new and exciting. "Please… let me pleasure my man…" her voice quake with much control over her excitement.

Clifford closed his eyes and surrendered to the woman's lure, enjoying every bit of it…

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"Orlie, make sure that the whole area is spotless. After that you go to the storage room and secure it, don't allow anybody to come in except the head chef. Also, there are another batch of waiters and waitresses to come, check them and don't allow anyone to bring their belongings. They should be empty handed upon entering."

"Yes sir," Orlie immediately followed the orders.

The supervisor saw Orlie's dedication to his work no matter how lowly it was. They never heard him grumble, but just worked silently without the intention to impress anyone. He follows instruction without miss and does it efficiently.

Orlie checked the surroundings, clean what's necessary, watered the plants and he made sure that there's no spot in sight. When he's satisfied he proceeded to his next a.s.signment.

On his way there, he saw another batch of waiters and waitresses arrived. He hastened his walk in the attempt to check them before they could enter the premises. One of the new crew caught Orlie's attention. He observed him silently when he entered the kitchen.

The man also looked at him, his eyes widen in surprise upon seeing him but immediately he hid it and evaded his gaze. To Orlie, the man is not fit to be a waiter since he's aura speaks of something.

But then Orlie shook his head to focus his attention on his task. Today will be his judgement day, if his performance could pa.s.s the management and ensure him to be a regular worker in this resort or not. Minor failure should not be present.

Little did he know, a small child, hid in a tiny hole to sneak in.

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Clark's birthday…

Before Clifford and Ingrid went to the resort, they went to Clark's room. The child is still asleep because he's wide awake until the wee hours out of excitement. The couple wanted it that their son should spend his birthday first with them until he grows up.

It is customary for Ingrid to make a cake for her son's birthday and she never failed in doing so.

Clifford lighted the candle and they both sat at the edge of the bed and sing the birthday song.

Clark instantly opened his eyes, rubs it and rises up.

"Happy birthday, my son… I love you, Clark." Clifford becomes teary eyed when he looked at his son.

He wanted this day to be a memorable day for Clark since it's the first time that he'll celebrate it with a complete family.

"Daddy! I love you, too and mommy…" Ingrid smiled joyfully when she sees that the father and son hugged each other tightly.

"I promise you and your mom, that we'll all celebrate each of our birthdays together and that no work should be done on those days. Agreed?" Clifford raises his thumb to seal their agreement.

"Agreed!" Clark and Ingrid shouted and placed their thumbs together with Clifford.

"Okay, wait, what's your wish, son?" Ingrid asks,

"Uhhmm…." Clark closes his eyes and then blew the candles.

"Let's take a picture first…" Clifford takes his phone and together they kissed Clark on his cheeks.

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The opening of the resort started at four in the afternoon while the celebration of Clark's birthday started after the ceremony. The security guards are strict, not allowing anyone to enter without the invitation and the code. Also, lots of security personnel scattered all around to ensure the guests safety.

The Howards and the Briggs stood side by side as they cut the ribbon and pulled the cloth which covers the name of the resort to officially announce the opening of CHB or the Clark Howard Briggs Resort.

"Mommy! Daddy! That's my name, isn't it?" Clark pointed out the ma.s.sive signage outside the resort.

"Yes, my son, that's your name…" Ingrid looked at her father.

"This is my gift for my grandson, Ingrid, it's all his."