Chapter 125
Lust Contracts 18+ Hunting for Love with My Three Contract Husbands
125 Looking for Someone
Brandon thrusted his hard cock into my pussy again, filling me all the way in one single thrust. His cock was hot and hard again, and it was like what he had just done wasnât enough for him at all. I cried out when his cock pounded against my womb with each of his deep and forceful thrust. My voice sounded hoarse, but I couldnât stop screaming from the intense pleasure of his cock beating into my cunt. He gave it to me fast and hard until I lost myself in the pleasure. Brandon made me cum over and over again until he reached his own climax. By that time, I had almost lost consciousness...
My body shivered at the memory of our rough love making. I closed my eyes and sighed to snap me out of my thoughts. I could still feel the heat of his body on me like he was still close to me. After that, we rode the horses back to the mansion and after cleaning up and resting, Brandon willingly drove me back and dropped me off at the intersection close to my apartment.
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With the many things that took place after Georgeâs passing and our ultimate separation, I havenât had the time to deal with this long overdue issue. Maybe in the back of my mind I had given up on this a long time ago, thinking that it would be useless even if I learnt anything or got any information. With the way that my life was before, I couldnât have done anything even if I found out anything useful. However, now that I was free to do whatever I wanted and live my life, it became obvious to me that I couldnât put this on hold any longer.
I bit my lower lip subconsciously as I stood in front of a low-rise building. After taking in a deep breath, I walked straight into the building with renewed determination. Today, I am going to do what I should have done all those years ago.
âExcuse me. Iâm looking for someone...â I said as I stood in front of the service counter.
âMy name is Phil, how can I help you, miss?â a middle-aged man who was slightly on the chubby side asked from behind the counter.
âYou see...Iâm looking for someone. Umm...heâs a teenage boy, I mean, he was a teenage boy. He should be a man by now and he used to live at the orphanage with me...â I began explaining.
âDo you have his name? Itâll make it easier to look...â the man said as he readied his hand to type on the keyboard in front of him.
.....
Thatâs the thing, I donât really know his name...
âSorry but...I only know his nickname,â I said as I started to lose confidence.
âYou donât happen to know his name or last name?â the man asked as he arched a brow at me.
I shook my head sadly while I wished that he wouldnât treat me like a complete fool. Deep in my heart, I knew that this wouldnât be an easy task. So much time had passed between now and then and I didnât have a lot of information to base my search on.
âUmm...what about his age at that time? His date of birth maybe...?â the man asked as he struggled to help me.
âSorry...Iâm not sure...â I mumbled in reply.
I was too young and back then none of those details seemed to matter. On top of that, I always thought that we would be together. I honestly never thought that I would have to search for him like this.
The middle-aged man looked at me through his glasses like I was asking the impossible. I knew it. I knew that it was close to impossible for anyone to help me find him with the limited information that I had...but still...
Iâm just not willing to give up. I canât give up on him...even after all this time...
âHis name is Mikey. Heâs roughly 7 or 8 years older than me so...right now he should be around 32 or 33 years old. Heâs got auburn red hair and very beautiful green eyes...heâs kind and always takes care of me...â I tried my best to describe the person that I was looking for.
âMiss, I really want to help you but with the information that you have...itâs a little hard. Also, our records from back in the days doesnât include photographs of everyone. It is unfortunate but information was managed loosely and sometimes paper-based by some of the smaller orphanages,â he explained before pursing his lips into a tight thin line.
âI see...â I murmured.
I wasnât surprised at all. The small place where we lived in probably didnât have digital records of all the children back in the day. The fire that happened destroyed almost everything at the place too, so I doubted that any of the record survived. I knew all this, but I still harbored hope that maybe there was still a way that I could find him.
âAlso...I didnât want to mention this but even if we found him for you, depending on his current circumstances, we might not be able to tell you anything,â the man added regretfully.
âWhat do you mean by that?â I asked, suddenly feeling panicked.
âWell, you see. If heâs been adopted by parents that doesnât want his original identity to be disclosed, then we cannot disclose any information. It would be illegal. Some people want to start over anew, you know...â the man explained.
âI see...â I mumbled.
That made sense. My adoptive parents felt the same way.
âSo yeah, even if we found him, itâs not like I can tell you where he is or who adopted him even if I knew...â the man said followed by a sigh.
It was unfortunate but it became clear to me that he couldnât offer me any information that would be useful. Although I had expected this, a sinking feeling still formed itself in the pit of my stomach. I gave the man my thanks before politely smiling at him. After walking away from the counter, the sinking feeling worsened, and I was forced to acknowledge how disappointed I was.
I should have looked for him sooner...
âTo be continued...