Adrian had returned last night, and although I heard him blare his horn, I stayed put in bed. I prepared my mind in case he showed up to scold me for blackmailing him yesterday. But fortunately for me, he didn't come, but fear didn't let me sleep with my two eyes closed.This morning I woke up feeling renewed. I just hoped this energy lasted long because now my life was full of uncertainties. The early morning sun, golden yellow, and toning streamed through the lacy curtains and cast its rays on the walls of my room. I was in front of the mirror taking a final glance at my outfit for the day. I didn't want to look too serious or intentional so I just went for a simple loose gown and a hat with sunshades to compliment it. As I buttoned my coat but winter was still around, my mind filled with anticipation and excitement. I was totally leaving my shell today, my comfort zone and my lonely haven, to go out and explore the places I listed down in my diary.I picked up my phone and powered
“Awwwwnn, you're going to make me blush.” She said, mimicking a baby's voice, and we burst into laughter. We later waved goodbye and I continued my walk to the garage.Once we were settled in the car, two bouncers in the front seat and I alone in the back seat, we set off. I hung behind the window as usual watching people and features along the road. I felt a hush of relief wash through me as though I were unbundled for a bundle.We first stopped at the park. It was quite near to our house so it was just a short drive down there. The whole place was screaming green and I loved the sight of it. When I arrived I saw little children playing and having fun, couples strolling in their romance frenzy, and joggers going on their morning workout filled with energy and glamour.I spotted a bench under a massive almond tree with sprawling branches and went to sit on it. From there I could have an overview of the serenity of the park. I grabbed my purse and unzipped it to remove my phone. Only a
I fell on the bed immediately and grabbed my duvet to cover up myself, still trying to fathom the fact that I can't even enjoy the least thing like privacy in this huge mansion. Shit! And to think that I was literally wearing only a G-string and a bra made me want to cry. I just felt like the ground would just open and swallow me up.Adrian just stood at the door, his expression unreadable.“Why are you staring at me like a lost puppy?” He asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.“You barged in without knocking.” I stuttered, feeling offended and violated. And to think that he wasn't feeling remorseful or apologetic saddened me more.“Why do I have to knock on a door in my house before entering?” He had one eyebrow raised as he asked. “Besides you're mine for the time being”.“Courtesy demands it.” I stammered my voice betraying me at the end.He peeled off his body from the door frame where he was leaning and started moving around the room.“Courtesy indeed.” He scoffed.I was already get
The next came promising as usual. I left my bed early and joined Helen in the kitchen. Since it was Saturday, she said it was a clean-up day for them. As the head maid, she divided chores for other maids and workers, and I just sat back and watched her display her expertise. When she was done, all of them dispersed leaving me with her alone in the large kitchen.“Good morning ma'am,” She greeted, smiling and yawning at the same time.“Helen, you already greeted me this morning, and I responded,” I said, smiling in return.“Well, it's not a crime to greet twice. I mean, I and other maids literally greet Mr. Adrian all round the clock anytime we come by him, so I'm kind of used to it.” She explained heartily.“Poor thing,” I whispered. “They must have been through hell in Adrian's hand.”“Ma'am, did you say something?” She asked.“No I didn't,” I replied hesitantly. “How's today going to be like?” I chipped in trying to change the topic.“Hectic.” She breathed. “It's clean-up day so thi
I landed on Adrian, my hand on his chest. I let out a sharp gasp and pressed my hands on his left breast to gain balance. I couldn't help but comment to my subconscious mind on how soft his chest was; though they were muscular, it still felt so cozy. We were staring into each other's eyes as his warm breath showered on my face. Some strand of my hair fell on his face across his nose and it tried shoving it out. Then, all of a sudden he pushed me off and sneezed violently.“You have added clumsiness to the list of your flaws. Why exactly do you have to fall on me? He snapped, trying to recover from the sneeze, but his nasal cavity wasn't done yet because he sneezed two more times.I took a few steps back to keep a reasonable distance between us because I feared Adrian's temper. “It was a mistake,” I muttered looking down. “You pulled me too hard and I lost my balance.”“Why do you always have to apologize?” He asked, turning around with his hands on his waist. “First, you came home lat
CHAPTER 51He stood still, his expression unreadable and numb. He looked broken and sober about my tears but he didn't want to show it. How would he have his steeze reduced because of me? He braced his ego a lot and valued his pride like a treasure. I knew everything about it.I wrapped my palm around my shoulder as if to extract the pain from it but it only intensified. Hot tears flowed freely down my cheeks. I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes tightly, trying to breathe through it all. He started walking towards me and fell on his knees beside where I sat on the cold floor. He helped me to my feet and led me to the bed.“That wasn't intentional. I just forgot that you're female, soft, small, and fragile.” He muttered, his voice laced with remorse, but he tried to hide it. I could hear it loud and clear but I stayed put.He touched my shoulder, and I shrugged, frowning. He tried again but I maintained a stiff face. I wanted him to know that I was hurt; I felt abused and misused.“Com
“Just let me go,” I cried, my voice cracking.He wanted to reply but his phone beeped.“Pass me my phone,” he said pointing at his phone behind me. I stared at the phone and back at him, then gulped hard. I picked up the phone and held onto it.“Pass it already,” he snapped with furrowed brows.“No, I won't. You will give me the duvet first before getting it.” I replied feigning seriousness. I don't know what I was doing but I continued anyway.“Don't be silly.”He sighed and stretched his right hand to get the phone from me. Immediately I shoved my hands under my dress and hid the phone there.“What do you think you're doing,” he asked, his brows furrowed slightly.“Adrian, just give me the duvet to cover myself up and leave, then I'll hand over your phone to you. It is that simple.” I explained my voice gently but steadily.“Huh, where exactly did you put my phone?” He asked, his eyes narrowed down to my abdomen area.I tucked my hair behind my ear and sniffed. “Where I put the phon
I sat up instantly my heart pounding against my chest. Did Adrian come after me? I was silent maybe I could get a clue of who was at the door, but it was futile. I braced my chest and tried to allow the words to form in my throat. My vocal cords were against me; I inhaled and exhaled multiple times. Then I spoke.“Who's at the door?” I muttered my voice shaky. “Adrian, are you the one?”There was no quick reply and that somehow made me want to believe that it was Adrian because he was the only one in the house that fancied snubbing people.“Ma'am, it's me, Helen”, she replied, finally making me heave a sigh of relief.“Helen,” I called as if not convinced enough.“Yes, ma'am, it's me,” she replied, her voice speaking uncertainly.I furrowed my brows slightly studying the door as if it were see-through.“Are you there with anyone?” I asked in shutters.She hesitated before replying making me doubt her more. “No ma'am, I'm here alone.”I shut my eyes tightly and gritted my teeth; I was
"It's okay," Adrian said to me: soft and soothing- as I stood there tears streaming down my face and my body shaking with sobs. He took my phone from my hands and brushed fingers against mine. He got busy deftly moving fingers above the keyboard, the fingers flying so fast across the screen as he edited the message and sent it to Samuel.The sound of his fingers typing away on the keyboard was like music to my ears, a sweet symphony of salvation as I watched him work his magic. With something hopeful rising within me, his taking charge of the situation and saving me from despair made me even relieved."I have edited the message," he said, holding eye contact with me and sounding calm and reassuring. "And it says..." I will give you cash. "He paused, scanning with those blue eyes into mine like he was looking for my approval." That's okay, right?" he asked. In his voice were gentleness as if asking permission.The words hung in space between us, a promise, a guarantee, indeed, a lifeli
The next thing I knew, I was taking very slow, calculated steps to the sitting room in a bid not to alert Adrian about the storm brewing inside me. Each foot into this room, time seemed to swallow me in; underfoot, the floor trembled, as if poised to sink me and swallow me whole. I fell into a small chair and burst into a storm of sobs, burying my face between my palms. Gushes of tears which seemed to form a river of pain flowed down my cheeks, each drop a sore reminder of failure; and each sob bore witness to my agony.The very chair seemed to embrace me, its insufficient cushions replacing real comfort. I felt slaughtered, my emotions raw and naked, crying for what seemed forever, with my heart broken into a zillion pieces. Everything around me grew dim, shriveling upon the sound of my hitching breath and the feeling of tears streaming down my face. Alone in utter terror and despair, I truly was, with no lifeline in sight.The road to the wardrobe was one marked with a dulled purpos
The sensations almost overwhelmed me. The sheer mixture of his tongue and fingers began to push me over the edge. I could almost feel the orgasm building; my body began to tense in anticipation. Then, he just pushed it further. His tongue probed deeper, and his fingers stroked that magic little point that made my toes curl. I cried out as the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body quaking under the impact.Adrian never did stop; his tongue continued to assault me while drawing out my orgasm to the point where I was just a jelly mess. Eventually, he pulled away with a smirk. "I enjoy making you cum," he said, ambiguous in his voice, mixing satisfaction and arousal.In a trembling, half-inebriate haze, I reached out for him; my fingers barely slid over his belt as I tried to hurry things. I slid down his pants and stroked him, going faster and faster until he was fully erect. I licked my lips and caught his gaze as I lowered my mouth slowly on him.He groaned when I took him in, and h
Adrian's hands slowly pulled out the disc player, his gaze unwaveringly set on me with determination. "Baby, let me play this so we can see everything with our eyes," he said softly, gently.As soon as it started playing, the screen came alive with a ghostly light as if to say the video had been started. Instead of the clean crisp images we had imagined, the video was blurry, with only vague outlines to visualize the faces of the people. Adrian's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing further in disappointment as he realized that the file was corrupted. He moved his hands instinctively towards his phone, fingers tracing the edges of the screen as though it were a matter of life and death."I think this file is corrupt," he exclaimed, and with a nod turned towards me, showing by his expression that he understood that. I was too far gone for any consolation. To imagine my mom suffering at the hands of Samuel was no mean feat. A tsunami washing ashore engulfed me with emotions. The air thicke
In my frozen state, as if awakening from a sleep almost too deep to describe, a voice exploded into the starlight darkness with the command "Look at me." The deep, soft tone was a gentle command, echoing through my numb heart to my aching bones. So starkly cold and numb was I that it felt as though my only option was to obey that voice, to look towards the person addressing me. I slowly opened my eyelids, affording a half-hearted gaze at the figure before me.The more I engaged my eyes in the search for contours, the more my heart began to skip. So it was not Samuel, as I had been anticipating; it was Mr. Toby, his stony face lined now with age and concern. His grey hair-framed face, formerly dark brown, told me, alas, that time was passing. In bewilderment, I stood before him with questions racing through my mind.Mr. Toby had not just been my friend; he was like an uncle, a surrogate father figure for my upbringing. He had been our gatekeeper, the one keeping an eye on us, us being
As I stood there, a heart thrumming with fear, suddenly I was up, swift and deliberate. I grabbed the papers, hands closing like a vice around them, and turned to make a hasty retreat without batting an eye. I ran the distance from the back yard, feet pounding the earth, ringing my breath in ragged gasps. But despite the urgency of the situation, I moved quietly, muffled footsteps on the soft earth.As I walked, stretching out my ears, for any signs of Samuel, I heard it-all that came down-came home; thunderous footsteps boom, sounding like a dim echo across the skies." "Someone has been in this room," he growled, his resonance low and menacing. I realized I would have to be quick-thinking to be able to extricate myself from his hideout. My mind racing, I approached the gate with my eyes torn, searching for possibly desperate means of exit.But thus I was beside myself with misery when I thought that it would be, else, if it were locked. There were columns of metallic bars. I didn't h
Ever so slowly, I woke up. My eyes opened more and I looked around the room, my pupils dilating in search of any sign of the cryptic presence. My eyes went on and looked for every intricacy, every shadow cast within this small space. No one was there. The room was empty, the silence suffocating.An even bigger sigh escaped me, and I sagged my shoulders in defeat and continued feeling around the area. I turned my gaze here and there, hunting for some vague clue, some hint of what might have happened. And then, my eyes fixed on the safe box. It was locked, the padlock glinted in the dim light, and there I stood, hands static on waist while my mind raced with wild ideas.Suddenly, I had a burst of inspiration so that I was unable to complete the thought. I dashed down the stairs. Then I hurried to the storage room and rummaged among the boxes to find a hammer. I was going to open this safe box and discover the secrets within. My heart raced in anticipation, and I was very alert as I sear
As Adrian spun his web of lies, his words took on an almost convincing quality, subtly directing Samuel's emotions. "Okay, sir, you can come to the house," he said. "Jenny is not here; she has gone. I have thrown her out of my home, I have divorced her. The marriage is over." Each devious fabrication flowed from his mouth with the utmost ease to further entrap Samuel into his schemes.I stood there transfixed, watching as Adrian continued to add fuel to the fire, his words conjuring up malicious delight. He whispered toward me, "Add more pepper, so Samuel's mind has a sweetness," forming a grin across his face. Samuel, responding without delay, "Okay, I am on my way," and the line had cut off.I got to my feet, moving in careful procession, still trying to comprehend the events playing out in front of me. "Baby, let me make something; I'm starving," I said to Adrian, almost inaudibly. But before I could move an inch forward, there was a sudden ring on Adrian's phone, breaking the sile
Sitting alone in the dark room with only the shadows of the night lingering around me, I could feel slowly sinking into the bottom of my soul, a feeling of desperation. My gaze fixed on Adrian's, I saw the reflection of all the emotions in his eyes-a sudden conflux of angry determination while being sad."It's my stepdad, baby," I said, my voice barely there. "Murdering him isn't the answer, I guess." Adrian narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his jaw with frustration. I guessed he was thinking back at his mother, of how she had suffered at the hands of my stepdad.Still, I also knew Adrian was the kind of person whose arguments were neither diverted nor affected, thus he would see sense in what I was saying. "Okay, my love," I continued, "let's kidnap him instead. He can vomit all the money he took from your mother." Adrian's expression changed; there was light in his eyes, a glint of excitement."Yes, you're right," he said, voice ringing full with conviction. "But we need to get d