Kalia.
Two weeks later.
Waiting by the window.
It had been a few weeks now since the wedding and he was still icing me out. I knew why but I refused to accept it. There was no way I was going to live like this for the next two years.
I hated how he treated me, how he made me feel and everyday I promised myself that I would not care, I would not think about him, but how could I not. I was in love with him and I could not stop even if I wanted to.
I found mused craving for his attention, his touch, I even missed his voice.
I looked at the watch again for the millionth time, nothing. Maybe something was wrong with my phone. I thought to myself as I walked to the kitchen.
"Hey Maria," I said to the housekeeper who was busy washing utensils in the kitchen. "Has Jake called yet?" I asked her hopeful, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me, I could see the pity in her eyes. She felt sorry for me.
"He said he will be late." she finally said, our eyes met, and I tried to hold back the tears welling up.
"Oooh," I said awkwardly and walked back to my room.
I tried to lie on the bed, still looking at my phone, there was nothing. Jake had called the housekeeper, but he didn't leave me even one message.
Maybe I deserved it. I said to myself trying to ignore the urge to break down.
I looked at the time again, it was almost ten pm. I put my phone on the night stand and tried to get some sleep.
I don't know how long I lay there, unable to do it anymore, I slowly got up and walked over to the window, I sat on the couch looking out of the window.
From up here I could see the main gate and whoever came in and went out.
His car was still not in the garage.
My fingers played absentmindedly with the edge of the curtains, pulling them back just enough to get a glimpse of the empty parking and road leading up to our main gate.
Everytime I saw headlights approaching my heart fluttered with hope and every time the cars passed by, my heart sank with disappointment. I had been sitting there for hours, just watching cars and counting the stars.
I looked at the time again, it was now past midnight.
Where was he?
I knew things were bad between us, and everyday things just kept getting worse. But this morning, I had asked him to just have dinner with me.
He had reacted so calmly that I believed him.
I stood up and started pacing around the room, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floors, the house felt too still, too quiet.
The ticking of the clock seemed louder, more intrusive as each second passed by.
I finally picked up my phone and dialled his number. We had been married for over a month now, and he had never even once called me. He only left messages for me.
My hands started shaking as his phone rang, it rang thrice before finally going into voicemail.
My breath caught in my throat as I listened to his voice, bright, familiar, telling me to leave a message.
I hung up without saying anything, my chest tightening.
"Where are you? I'm starting to get worried" I sent the text and sat back, hoping he would atleast respond.
A few minutes went by and there was nothing, but the message seemed to have been delivered.
I dialled his number again, my hands shaking even more than before.
This time the phone rang once and someone picked up.
"Jake." i said slowly my voice wavering and shaking, but the voice on the other side of the line wasn't his.
It was not Jake. It was a woman’s voice, that sent an unfamiliar chill down my spine.
"Who is this?" I stammered, my voice barely audible.
There was silence for a few seconds before the woman finally spoke.
"Jake is not available right now." she said, her voice indifferent.
"Who are you and where is Jake?" I demanded, my blood boiling now with anger, I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach.
The woman did not answer me, instead the call immediately disconnected.
I stared at my phone in disbelief, my hands trembling as tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging, blurring my vision as a wave of emo4 crashed over my confusion anger and deep gnawing sense of betrayal.
I tried to call the phone again, but this time the call went straight to voicemail.
I hang up in tears and with only the sound of my ragged breathing and the ticking clock.. Tears fell down my face as I collapsed unto the couch, my body wraxked with sobs. I clutched a pillow to my chest, as if it could somehow help with how I was feeling.
I cried until exhaustion overtook me, and I drifted into a restless sleep,
Kalia.Waking up with a headache. I heard some noises that woke me up, what was going on. I tried to open my eyes and I felt a sharp pain in my head. I looked around registering the surroundings as it all came to me. He never came home. That realisation hit me even deeper than I had anticipated.I slowly sat up in my bed, the voices still going, I could now hear them clearly. It was Jake and another voice, a female voice I had never heard before. They were arguing. I put on my robe and put on some slippers and headed to the door, but before I could open the door, I heard my name being mentioned.They were arguing about me, so instead of opening the door, I stood there listening. "I told you Naima, I don't want her, I am not in love with her. But if I divorce her I will lose everything I have worked so hard for." "Then why is she still staying in this house, sleeping in my bed?" the woman fired back. I knew who Naima was, everyone that lived in this town knew who Naima was. She w
Kalia.Office confrontation. I knew this was a suicide move on my part, but I was done waiting, done giving him time. It was time we had a little chat.I put on my red bottoms and some red gloss before I picked up my pulse and headed out. As soon as I stepped on the foyer, Paul the driver was next to me. "Boss said you cannot leave the house without his permission or knowledge ma'am" he said. "Oooh did he now?" I said sarcastically as I walked towards the parked car on the driveway. Paul was following me behind, talking but I was not really listening. "Open the door Paul if you don't want to find yourself without a job in the next few seconds." He immediately opened the door and held it for me as I got in. His face was horrified, I knew he was afraid of getting into trouble with Jake. But I would not let that happen. I liked him. In Fact I wanted him to be my personal driver and confidant and I was going to make sure of that. After I was comfortably seated, he closed the door an
Kalia.Cooking dinner. "Paul, I would like to stop by the grocery store on our way home." I said as soon as I got into the car. "But someone can do that for you," he said. "No, I want to do it, I am cooking dinner tonight for my husband." I said excitedly. "Oooh," Paul said, "You sound shocked." "No, just happy for you Kalia." "Good," I said smiling, "I love cooking, you know." I said, looking out the window as we pulled out of Anderson industries. "Did you go to school for it or self taught kind of stuff?" Paul asked, "Self taught," I said calmly, "My mother taught me, she was a chef. She was really good." I had never said that to anyone. I had never really said anything about my mother to anyone for a long time. "Was, you said was." Paul said, looking at me through the mirror. "Yeah, she died when I was little." I said honestly. "I am so sorry for your loss." "Thank you." I said quickly, rubbing the tear that had just fallen. "I have never really told anyone that before.
Kalia. Missed dinner. During our brief dating time, I had come to realize that Jake's favourite food was spaghetti and meatballs which is what I made for dinner. It was a quick fix meal and did not really require much effort. I set the table intimately for just the two of us with candles and some soft music. After everything was all set up, I went back upstairs. I still had an hour and some minutes to get ready. I was determined to try to get things to work, at least for the two years we were stuck together as husband and wife. I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair. I had very long hair and Jake liked my hair down, it went all the way down to my waist. I put on my favourite red dress which was also his favourite, and red was his favourite colour, put on some cologne and I finally went down. He was still not home, but he had a few more minutes which I took to make sure everything was perfect. It was already eight, but still there was no sign of Jake anywhere. I took out
Kalia. Walk of shame. The Uber pulled up to the house, after dropping off Eric, my head was still killing me from the hangover. All kinds of news reporters were waiting by the main gate shouting all kinds of assumptions . I spotted Jake's Car in the driveway as I went in. Look at that, I thought to myself for once, he was the one waiting and not me. I got out of the car, my hair all riled up, barefoot carrying my shoes in my hands. I slowly walked up to the front door, in mood to handle any more noises. My head felt like it was going to explode. I opened the front door and there was Jake, furious I don't think I had ever seen him that angry he looked like he was about to cut my head off. "I knew you were a backstabbing bitch and a liar, but I had no idea you were a fucking hoe too." he said angrily, shouting yelling. "Can you please lower your voice or not speak at all."i whispered walking straight to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. "I will yell as loud as I want you fuck
The picture. Jake.I walked up and down completely taken aback by the things Kalia had just said. What the hell was going on "Get me paul right away" I said to one of the security men. "You need to calm down Jake, please." "Calm down? Are you kidding me? Were you not here a few minutes ago or did you not hear all the things she is accusing me off?" "Anyone could have said those things Jake, these are things that are out there people can read about in newspapers, it does not mean she knows anything beyond that." "But what if she knows something?" "I think with that mouth of hers, if she knew anything she would have said something already, she is not the type to hold stuff in and if she knows something, we will deal with it." Maria was right, maybe I was just being paranoid after the stuff she pulled. But being in the business I am in, having so many enemies, not knowing who to trust, it was hard to relax, especially after what Kalia did to me. " Yes sir. " Paul said, stepping i
The confrontation Jake.I opened the door furious, holding my phone up for her to see exactly what I was showing her. She was still in bed, she looked like she had just woken up. "I can't see whatever it is that you want me to see." I immediately tossed her the phone and she catched it, looking at it as I paced around the room. "Can you please stop doing that?" she said looking up from the phone, "You are making me nervous." she added. She immediately tossed the phone back to me without a word. "You slept with him?" I asked furious, getting even more angry at how nonchalant she was acting. "That is none of your business sir." she fired back, trying to get out of bed. "I am so sorry to disappoint you dear, but you are my wife so it's very much my business.""Last I checked, I was your wife only on paper, and If I remember correctly the last time I saw you, you had your dick down a throat that definitely did not belong to me. And I don't remember creating a fuss out of it." she
The party. Kalia. I was so nervous, I don't really get nervous a lot which is why this was so different and new for me. I had been so confident when I agreed to this party tonight but now I was second guessing everything, from my dress to my shoes, even the earrings I wore. This was the eleventh dress I had tried on this evening but none felt comfortable enough for the occasion. I needed to look spectacular, as much as we were going to clear the air about the controversy, this was very much the first time since the wedding we were going to be spotted in public together. I was in a black maxi dress that went all the easy down to the floor with a thigh slip that went almost up to the crotch. It was a daring dress, and it also was the wrong dress to wear to a club. I changed into a satin slip dress with little to no back at all. This is it. I whispered to myself, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I paired it up with some pink heels and a matching clutch bag. I held my hair up
Kalia.I had been working for him for a couple of months now as his pr, and still I was not used to it. The fact that the very first thing I felt when Jake’s deep, masculine voice pulled me out of the deep sleep I had been in was a shiver of excitement, and not a pang of annoyance, was disturbing on a lot of levels, all of which I was too tired to analyze in that particular moment.“It’s one in the morning, Jake .” I said, as I blinked against the blinding light radiating from the screen of my smartphone. After four months in working for him, I should know better than to be surprised by a midnight phone call, but somehow every time it happened it caught me unprepared. “It’s nine a.m. in England.” He said, “And we have a crisis on our hands?” I immediately rolled over and brushed myhair out of my face, the cool sheets from the side of the bed that had been unoccupied chilling me slightly.“The sky isn’t falling, if that’s what you mean, but we have protesters lining the streets at
Kalia.And I had vowed i wouldn’t become like that. I wasn’t letting anyone have control over my life again.Although, obviously Jake had some modicum of control over my life since he was my boss and my child's father, but that was different. “If you expect me to buy new clothes you have to give me time to shop.” I said facing him with a straight face, after all this was his event he was inviting me to, it only made sense. “You can have the afternoon off.” I shook my head, my tight bun staying firmly in place. “Morning and afternoon. I need some sleep too.”“Morning to lunch hour,” he countered.“Deal.”“No black. No beige.” He added“It’s an art gala, most of the women will be in black.” I said defensively “I know, and that’s exactly why I want you to wear something else.”I frowned. “I’m not in the habit of allowing men to dictate what I wear. I can choose for myself.”He stood from his desk, and I was distracted, as I always was when he surprised me like that, by the superb sha
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
Jake.I had never seen Kalia look less than perfect. She always looked beautiful, even when she rushed into the office at two in the morning to handle some sort of media crisis. But in a dark navy blue gown with ruffled sleeves, a demure neckline and a back that dipped so low it ought to be illegal, she was stunning.Her hair was pinned to the side so that her curls cascaded over one shoulder, and didn’t cover any of the skin that was on display in the back of the gown. Her makeup was more dramatic than she usually wore to the office and her legs were bare, and on glorious show, the dress barely skimming her knees. And they were amazing legs.My libido kicked into gear, a reminder that I hadn’t had sex in a very long time. But business had been intense and when I hadn’t been focused on my various building projects I had been handling Maya’s big move into her new, off campus apartment. An apartment she hadn’t wanted, because she couldn’t afford it herself. But there was no way I was let
JakeI put my hand on the small of her back, on her bare skin, and I felt a small shiver go through her whole body. She was feeling every bit of the attraction I was. Strange, because I had only ever seen her in herbuttoned up professional mode for a while now, now suddenly she was unbuttoned and very, very hot. Although, she had always been hot. I had thought more thanonce about uncoiling her tightly wound hair and watching the dark curls tumble down.She shifted against me, her hip brushing my body intimately. My muscles tensed and desire roared through me, my body hardening at the accidental contact.I drew her closer, letting her feel. Letting her know exactly what she was doing to me. I didn’t hit on employees as a rule, ever. But she tempted me. And that was a new experience. Women appealed to me, and I desired them. But I had never considered them a serious temptation. If itwasn’t the right time, it was easy for me to leave my date standing on the doorstep and go home withou
KaliaI bit my lip. This side of Jake always confused me . In some ways he seemed more uncomfortable having people know anything good about him.He didn’t seem to mind the negative press that came when he dated one supermodel, then switched to an actress the next night. But he didn’t seem to want to let anyone know about his good behavior. And there was something about that that made me almost like him sometimes, and that made all the other physical things he made me feel intensify.“It’s … okay, events like this are definitely a little bit fake. It’s see and be seen. Most people are flashing their bids all over the place.” I jerked my head toward the glittering celebrities and debutantes gathered around different pieces of art, waving their bids around while they talked.“I don’t play the game,” he said. “It doesn’t appeal to me.”“You have to play the game a little bit, Jake It’s good for business.”“What’s it like for you, doing a job that’s so at odds with who you are?”The questi