Breathless

Lying teacher

7:43pm

Alexander's apartment

"Come on, come on, come on– hehehehe, now drift"

"What the– come on drive left, idiot"

Turning the controller sideways, "yeah, this time am gonna hit it" Ryan laughed wickedly.

Widening his eyes, Alex tossed the controller off Ryan's hand. "It's my turn, kid, I guess am gonna win this time"

Scrunching his brows, "damn dad, that's cheating."

"You know no shit bout cheating."

"Oh yeah? Why don't we engaged in the football game instead? I think the car race has so many lucky patcher."

Putting down the controller, "hmm, you're right, but I still won, just admit it" raising his brows up and down simultaneously, he grinned.

Scrunching his brows, "hell no dad, you cheated and there's no way am gonna accept defeat, never."

"Like father, like son" placing her hands on her waist, Isobel chuckled. "When are you two going to grow up and stop gaming?"

"For as long as gaming stops existing" Alex chuckled.

"You know what mom, dad is a great cheater."

Widening his eyes, "huh? Are you crazy? You want your mom to start thinking the other way round, huh?"

Bursting into laughter, "of course my son is right. His father is a great cheater and an expert in telling lies."

Grinning from ear to ear, "heard it"

"This isn't fair baby, how can you call me an expert liar?" Shrugging his shoulders, he tilted his neck. "At least I don't know how to tell lies, I've never lied in my entire life."

Widening their eyes, Isobel and Ryan gasped in unison. "Huh?"

"Dad you just told a lie, just Incase you don't know."

Tossing the pillow at him, "professional liar, you want to spoil our son"

Catching the pillow, "what? Honey, Ryan knows how to tell lies more than the person who taught him."

Smirking his lips, with his hands on his waist. "Oh yeah, so dad, who is my lying teacher?"

"You don't need to ask that, because he is standing close to you" Isobel pouted her lips.

"And you? Baby why are you acting like am the only one who tell lies? You remember the last time we attended a birthday party in Paris, and a random man approached you. Didn't you covered up by saying he was your former course-mate? Meanwhile he was just trying to toast you."

Raising his eyebrows with a slack-jawed mouth. "Not bad, at least I can say that my mom is still hot and sexy"

Vigorously nodding her head in agreement, Isobel tilted her neck. "Aha, Alex did you just heard that? Am still hot and sexy so you better tightened your grips around me before a cute toaster comes after me."

Gritting his teeths, "Then that cute toaster should get ready to be toasted in the bread-toaster."

Bursting into laughter, "look at dad's pissed off face, damn he looks more handsome and stunning whenever he is angry."

"Yeah dear, and that's the more reasons why I always gets him annoyed, because he always looks cute in his angry appearance."

"Really? So you've been making me get mad all this while, just for the look on my face?"