I had my drawing pad clutched up against my chest, its corners digging into my ribs, as I shouldered my bag of art supplies. The house was too quiet. My bedroom door creaked softly when I opened it, and I hesitated, holding my breath. When no one stirred, I exhaled and slipped out, stepping carefully down the big staircase. My socked feet were silent, but every creak of the old wooden railing was very loud in the quiet.And then I got down there, and I heard his voice—deep, firm, and familiar. Samuel. My stepfather."I don't want to hear excuses. Just finish it," he bellowed. His voice carried from the dining room, off the walls. I peeked around the corner at him, phone to his ear as he paced back and forth. His suit was perfect, just the light from the chandelier gleaming off his cufflinks. He looked very irritated.I was hoping he wouldn't notice me; I grabbed my bag and tried to make a run for the kitchen, but just like always, I was out of luck. My bag hit the corner of one of the
Adrian shut the heavy oak door to his office with a bang; the sound reverberated in the room. He frowned more as he ran a hand through his thick black hair, still thinking about the meeting he had just left. His jaw was tense as he walked to his desk, the heels of his shiny shoes clicking sharply on the floor."Adrian," a familiar voice said, bringing him out of his reverie. His grandmother's attorney, Tiller, stood by the window, his dark suit impeccable. Beside him, Marcus, Adrian's best friend and COO, leaned back casually against the armrest of one of the soft chairs, looking careful."What is it now, Tiller?" Adrian asked sharply as he sat down in his chair. His fingers began drumming on the wooden desk, evidence that he was impatient. "I thought we wrapped up my grandmother's estate months ago."Tiller, adjusting his glasses, stepped closer, carrying a nice leather briefcase. "Ordinarily, we would be, but something has risen that requires your prompt attention."Adrian raised an
This room was my safe haven, the only sanctuary in this big house where I found even a shred of peace. I sat cross-legged on the floor beside Mom's bed, moving chess pieces across the board I'd set up on the small table. Playing against myself wasn't as dull as it sounded-it just gave me something to focus on besides the quiet beeping of machines that kept my mother alive.Soft music flowed from the speaker; Sinatra's voice filled the dead air, low and smooth in his croon. The sound of my voice came as a whisper: "Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars…"I looked at Mom, very still, pale, and serene in her features. "You always loved this song," I whispered, as if she were listening. "Remember? You used to hum it as you cooked breakfast."There was no answer. Never would there be an answer. Still, I continued talking, as if she may just respond. That way, it wasn't so hard to accept her silence.I moved another chess piece, then sat back, looking at the board. "I think white'
I wasn't able to sleep last night. Every time I would close my eyes, all I could see was his face: Samuel-cold, smug, making his demands from me. The sheets were wrapped around me from all the tossing and turning, like the heavy weight of my thoughts. How could this be happening? How had everything gone so wrong?The hours ticked by until finally morning light filtered through the curtains. I didn't feel rested. I didn't feel anything but that overwhelming knot in my stomach. I did need to get up, though. I needed to make myself do it. Samuel had made it crystal clear that today wasn't optional.I shuffled downstairs for breakfast, a cloud of depression hanging over me. Samuel was in the dining room; his usual smugness was replaced by an almost unsettling cheerfulness. It was as though pawning me off to some stranger for marriage was the highlight of his day.'Well, aren't you in a good mood? ' I thought bitterly, still picking at my food which I tried to force down. He was awfully jo
I felt the blood rise to my cheeks as Adrian's lips curled in a slight sneer in greeting. A simple "Hi." That's all I could get out-pathetic, even to my ears. Why couldn't I have been poised, collected? I didn't know this man, and yet somehow, I felt that with one greeting, I'd already let him down, myself down. And, well, a part of me wanted to say sorry for the awkwardness I couldn't shake, but I didn't. I took another step back, eyes flashing to the floor, hoping he didn't see how badly my hands shook.Samuel, blind to my discomfort or just enjoying it, smacked Adrian on the back and hustled him inside. His jovial tone sliced through the tension like a knife, and I followed behind, silently cursing myself for not being able to pull myself together. The living room stretched out before me, sterile and empty-the space feeling larger and colder than I remembered. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was hanging in the air, but it didn't help smooth my nerves. Nothing would now.I sat do
I stood up and walked out of the living room with the urge to cry, but I couldn't. I went to mum's room and knelt beside her, grasping her palms; they were so worn out. A gazed intensely at her face as the tears began to flow freely with reckless abandon.“Mum” I spoke but in whispers, my voice failed.I sniffed before continuing.“The worst has happened. Samuel has done his worst. He sold me out of marriage to some billionaire today and in a few weeks, I will be taken away. How more devastating can my life be?”Just as expected, there was a dead silence when I finished talking. I maintained my position with tears still streaming down.Suddenly, the door flung open revealing Samuel; he had returned from seeing Adrian off. He leaned on the door frame staring at mum and I with contempt, his grey eyes piercing through me.“Thank your stars you didn't ruin the meeting with your lack of composure”. He said with a voice laced with anger.I tried to avoid his gaze, fixing my eyes on Mum's bo
After taking a warm bath because it was a cold morning, I was confused about what to wear for the interview. Should I look professional or casual? I finally resolved to look in between professional and casual.Dressed in a blue knee length gown, I went out of my room and headed downstairs but I stopped abruptly midway. I had to see my mother first, I hadn't spoken to her throughout yesterday.I turned around and headed for her room, turning the door knob clockwise to open the door. I saw a medical attendant trying to inject a yellowish substance into the drip bag. She was startled immediately when she noticed my presence, our eyes met and she was visibly shaken.“Good morning ma”. She said in shutters.“Did I scare you in any way”. I asked with furrowed brows.“No ma, I thought it was Mr. Samuel”. She quickly responded.“Very well then, please continue with what you were doing”. I said, rolling my eyes.Samuel had somehow inflicted his workers with fear, at the sight of him they tremb
It was Samuel I bumped into. Our eyes met and I quickly looked away. I staggered to avoid falling while trying to hide the keys.“What the hell were you doing in my room, you fool?” Samuel yelled, making me fidget.I ransacked my brain for a befitting answer but it seemed my IQ was failing. I started stammering inaudibly, hoping I would form the right words to tell him but it seemed his patience was running out.“Did you suddenly turn deaf or dumb?” He yelled again.I took a step backwards as cold shivers ran down my spine. I gulped hard trying so much to avoid Samuels gaze, I could hear my heart pounding against my chest. I feigned clearing my throat in a quest to gather composure before I finally spoke.“I am sorry. I was looking for you, so I thought you were inside. Since I called your name and there was no response I decided to go in”.I prayed silently that Samuel believed the lie. He gave me a cold and intense stare and mumbled.“Just ever try to play games with me, else you wi
Jacob's handshake was warm, hanging in the air as I withdrew my hand in an attempt to bring some equilibrium back into myself. "I have to say, Mam; you really look great," Jacob added, his voice rife with excitement as he grinned at me. Intensified with the illumination that emanated from his eyes, his whole visage seemed to stir into life with the utterance of those words.A slight grin crossed my face as relief flooded my being, and there I was in the act of suppressing discomfort. "My pleasure, sir," I told Jacob as we shook hands. His handshake was firm yet gentle, along with a grin that captured warmth toward me.The sound of contact between our two hands was a soft muted sound, concluded around with greetings and not much more. Calming warmth washed through me as I stared into Jacob's eyes and saw the kindness in his expression seem sincere. Deep brown sunk into color around them, warm, as if they came filled in a visage with a sense of compassion as he smiled at me. "I can't wa
"Are you scared?" Adrian asked, his voice soft and gentle as he noticed my demeanor. His eyes were fixed on mine, intent piercing those depths searching for signs of fear or worry. I tried to conceal my emotions, putting on a brave front, but everything about me betrayed it. My hands were shaking, my heart racing - all efforts to calm were useless. The air in the room felt like it was thickened, with Adrian's eyes boring into mine with a soft yet intense gaze.Awkwardly shifting, my eyes honed in the other direction from Adrian's piercing glare searching for the truth. Care etched lines into his visage, knitted the brows across a waiting form for the answer I would give. The silence was heavy and complete between us, save for the dull drone of an air conditioner while I steeled my mind to find the right words to ease him."I got you baby." He said, his voice soft and soothing as he clasped my hands in his. He was warm in the grip, giving soothing warmth against the growing anxiety in
I couldn't stop smiling as I stood there, listening to Adrian's request. "Baby, this is an office, not a party or club," I softly said with my shaking head of amusement.But Adrian's look stayed serious, his eyes boring into mine as he replied, "Yes, I know, but dress attractively for me, would you?" The bedroom posts had, long ago, developed a low sound and hum. The smirk that began to grow on his lips was from the wicked pleasure he got in torturing me with his pleading looks and boyish charm.Allocating enough time for him, thus, with a smile, I turned and began walking toward the bathroom with water beckoning my warm body like a siren's call. Bath time! The water soothed my eyes against the final remnants of sleep and made me stand there leisurely, washing my bum, rinsing off my taxed body, and keeping my thoughts of Adrian alive as I entered the shower.The water soothed like a balm upon my needy skin, washing out every trace of fatigue from the previous night. I stood there as t
THE NEXT MORNINGThat is the noise of the alarm clock. The voice that seemed to come hauntingly through the walls of sleep woke me up immediately. But I was hazy and too enticed to be engulfed by the soft facade of my bed covers. I nestled deeper into the blankets, releasing a soft sigh, as I tried to shake the coils of sleep off my mind.And then I remembered, I had to follow Adrian to his office-that oven hot place-to meet his designs team today. Contemplating all that brought me an incomprehensible wave of energy and left me sitting up in bed with my mind racing.With the comforter on the floor, I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and left them dangling. Standing, I slowly reached up, stretching arms high overhead. I arched my back, attempting to dispel all of the sleep from my body.The movement took me to the bathroom, quiet steps against the floor marking the start of my morning routine. I douse my complexion with cool water and brush my teeth until the familiar mint flavor
He exhibited an almost palpable sense of defeat in voice tinged with disappointment and exasperation as he spoke. "Okay, my penis is no longer erect from asking so many questions," he answered while avoiding my gaze as if seeking a way to escape. I could only feel a smirk on my face from a suppressed sense of victory and amusement at his miserable lot.His trousers caught my eyes. I noticed his pride had all but fallen to the ground, like a cut-off tree. It felt so funny; I could feel a giggle yearning to be released any second. "Mtchew", Adrian said, looking depressed and annoyed, with the whole body language of a beaten man."Mrs. Question," he called me, his voice dripping with sarcasm, frustration, and humor married into one split-second brush. I couldn't really help laughing, each sound like a mighty riffle pouring out of me, my whole body shaking with mirth as I considered the sheer absurdity of the situation. Adrian's plans had been thwarted, and I had escaped for the time bein
I really thought I was going to escape this time-my feet hitting the floor in the most desperate escape attempt when, suddenly, I felt rather trapped in this strange place. The sound of my breathing seemed like thunder in my ears, and anticipation raced through my heart.But it was in vain; he caught me. I entered the visitor's room without locking the door, and Adrian also entered with agility and speed. He shut the door, and the lock clicked ominously like a death knell in that room.The sound chills my back, creating feelings of dread and foreboding. There is no escaping; I know that.Adrian's eyes brightened up with triumph as he neared me. "Where are you running to?" he said, in a low voice and sinister tone. "You can't escape me, okay?" He sneered at me while his eyes glinted with a sinister intent. "While I am a good man," he added, with such heavy sarcasm that it felt like a goddamn truck ran over me, backward.Lying down in bed, I laughed to hide the creeping fear up my spine
"I have the right to see you anytime I want, morning, afternoon, or evening, or night or midnight," Adrian said, sending chills cascading down my spine in hushed tones reminiscent of a promise. So much present emotion was warring with his affairs that I felt utterly unstrung. What was happening with Adrian? Why was he so sure, so intense? I needed to understand his mind at work because of this force drawing me into his chrysalis."Please talk to me," I said, my voice light, a soft summer breeze. "What is all this about?" My eyes searched beyond every possible imperfection in his face, hoping to find the one that would give me an answer. My heart drumming painfully fast with expectation. Adrian's face softened, eyes glinting with that electric spark. "Okay," he said, "let's go to the bedroom." His voice, low and husky, held that promise. "So I will explain it to you," he continued, pausing as if to consider. His eyes were dancing with mischief now, as if to say he might take his chance
I gradually tried to wake, and darkness greeted me with the still hours of the night. Stress and exhaustion would have put me in such a deep sleep that I had no concept of time. I let out a huge yawn as if to free myself of the excessive fatigue still hanging on my body while I stretched my arms and legs, fighting off the hold of sleepiness.I swung my feet off the bed and made for the living room, where I hoped to find Adrian glued to his favorite channel. To my disappointment, he was not back yet. I settled myself comfortably on the couch with the remote control in my hand, switched on a movie, and willed the built-up anxiety to go away somehow.The film had barely started to take my interest when Adrian's voice sounded loud and clear from the living room: Well Adrian, baby, where are you? With sincerity of love and concern, he asked. The instant I heard such a familiar voice, a smile crossed my face. I could sense that indescribable thrill which comes just when he arrives home to m
A thought began to form in my mind as I read the blueprint proposal:"I should surprise Adrian by correcting it." I knew enough about blueprints and government proposals to be confident in making some capable contributions to the project. I was then filled with exhilaration and purpose, knowing I had the ability to positively affect Adrian's very fabric of existence.Sitting at the table with the blueprint spread out before me, I began to assess all its details-the lines and the curves-with a keen eye. I would keep on correcting every mistake and documenting every detail, making sure everything was in order.Errors started to reveal themselves to me: minor mistakes in the blueprints that, if I didn't point them out, could very well be a source of major problems.I inhaled, my mind narrowing on the undertaking before me. I surveyed the scene around my phone, researched the Dubai Government's likes and dislikes, their regulations, and their requirements.If I could cater the proposal to