“I'm sorry for whatever you're going through ma'am,” She whispered, her voice breaking. A tear ran down her left cheek and soon the other side did the same.“Helen, why are you crying?” I whispered.She shook her head and ran upstairs sobbing profusely with each step she took.It was plain. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me what happened, it was clear, clear enough for any sensible person to understand. The earlier I accepted my reality the better for me. It was a bitter truth, indeed a difficult pill to swallow.Adrian had had his way with me.Why did Helen say what she said if it didn't happen? Why would she cry and feel sorry for me if Adrian didn't do it? She knows about it and couldn't even pretend about it till the end. My memory cast back to the evening in the garden, she told me about her rape story and how she lost her virginity. I couldn't relate to it by then because our challenges were different, but now I think we are on the same page. I should be more sorry for mysel
Accusingly, my hands were pointing at his chest, and in a surge of my emotions, the words just blurred out. "Well, it's your behavior that brings out the boldness in me," I replied in an authoritative tone with resolve, my eyes on fire with indignation.But Adrian sat there, as tranquil and composed as a body could get. Far from looking startled, a smile escaped his lips-a soft, gentle curling of his lips-and seemed to belittle my anger."I'm talking to you, and you're smiling right?" I exclaimed, voice incredulous at the behaviors while oozing disdain with every word."What's so funny, huh?" I demanded, my eyes narrowed to slits, my face hot with anger.Adrian's smile never wavered; his eyes were on mine with an unnerving intensity."I don't know you to be this kind of lousy person," he said in a low, even voice, the words subtly rebuking."And I think you need a sleep," he said, his eyes steady on mine, his face the picture of calm and collected.The anger rose within me at his word
I was stuck there, cold with fear, rigid in body and by now completely insensitive to the outside world, as if frozen into a block of ice, as is the case with fish stuck in blocks of transparent ice.My heart was a pool of fears, my mind preoccupied with consequences; I envisioned the most horrific figure of my life-strict, serious, and forbidding Adrian lurch forward and spring into action, letting loose the storm upon me. I had crossed swords with his instructions and prepared for the shock.I closed my eyes, screwing them shut as if to shut out the brewing tempest. My heart jumped a beat, my breath catching in my current throat, while I waited for the explosion. I felt like the ground would open up and swallow me whole, allowing me to escape the scene unfolding before me. But I was trapped, frozen in place, unable to move or escape."Where is the food?" Adrian's voice thundered, firm and commanding, sending shivers down my spine.I stuttered an apology, my eyes still closed, my voi
Adrian's lips barely grazed the tender skin of my neck, yet a shiver ran down my spine, sending waves of pleasure into my body. His hot breath danced across my skin as goosebumps rose to the surface while his lips moved in slow, sensual motion against my neck. I felt my eyes flutter closed, my head tilt to one side, and let the sensation wash over me.My voice had barely reached above a whisper: "Adrian, what are you doing?" But he didn't respond. His lips continued to make forays across my neck, sending my blood racing with waves of pleasure. The stiffness of my body sags, my muscles dissolve in the closeness to his kisses-insistent, passionate.As I turned, my front pressing against his, Adrian's lips found mine, his kiss deepening, becoming more intense. His tongue danced against mine, sending sparks of electricity through my body, as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. I felt my hands rise, my fingers tangling in his hair, as I pulled him deeper into the kiss.The world
Adrian received Julian into his home; his voice was warm, inviting, filled with a ring of genuine pleasure."What brings you to my humble abode?" he asked, the spark of curiosity in his eyes as they stood there, still exchanging greetings.I sat quietly and listened to the scene play out in front of her as she looked at first Adrian and then at Julian.As I watched, I couldn't help but wonder who this man was and how Adrian knew him. I had never seen him with Adrian before, and her curiosity got the best of her. I looked into Julian's face: chiseled features, piercing eyes, a strong jawline. I further noticed a bag he had in his hand, and instantly her mind began to wander, thinking of what could have brought him to their home.Adrian's voice cut into her reverie as he said,"Oh, my bad, that's Jenny, my wife." He pointed at me, and I saw the flush rise to her cheeks, as I stood up, stretching out my hand to shake Julian's. I was dying to get to know him, to know more about this hands
I stood wrapt in contemplation, until suddenly a soft voice, musical in its tone, fell upon my ears."Hello, sweetheart, are you sad?" it asked in a voice so full of concern and empathy that it sounded like a gentle song. I felt a sudden jolt, as if I had been transported to a different world-one where the only sound was the gentle cadence of that voice.I turned my neck slowly, my eyes scanning the horizon, searching for the owner of that lovely voice.And turning, my gaze dropped onto the tall, powerful physique that seemed almost a statue until it shifted an inch as my gaze did; it looked as if a god of sorts were looming before me, radiating intense emotion as eyes held with an arresting glow appeared.A shiver skittered through my skin like quick electricity: It was Julian. His eyes flashed into the burn of acknowledged, intuitive familiarity."Hi," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, my hands waving in a tentative hello. Julian was quick to reply, his smile expanding as he
And then, as if the dam had finally burst, I began to cry, great racking sobs that seemed to shake my very foundations, as if I were letting all the built-up emotions inside me go.And the tears just kept on coming. I wailed, my voice ringing out in the empty space, a pitiful, anguished sound, as if something was being ripped from the very soul itself.The hot, salty tears rolled down my cheeks like a river breaking its banks: unstoppable, relentless. I had lain on the floor, crying and weeping; my body was shaking with sobs, like the accumulated pressure of emotions finally found a way to break loose.Lying here, I felt as though I'd been plunged deep into an ocean of despair, with no life preserver to cling to. Then, somewhere in the depth of me, something seemed to turn over-a determined ember that refused to be doused."It's all right, Jenny," I said to myself, my voice no more than a soft, quiet whisper, as I stood up slowly, my legs shaking right beneath me. "You will be fine."
Adrian and I walked down the hall side by side; our footsteps echoed in a slow, mannered tempo that almost seemed to coordinate with the beating of my heart.We walked in silence, the only sound being the soft rustle of our clothes and the creaking of the floorboards beneath our feet. Finally, we reached the door to our room, and Adrian pushed it open, gesturing for me to enter.As I was about to step inside, my eyes automatically fell on the two maids standing in the corner, speaking in hushed tones and whispering to each other. I knew beyond any doubt that they spoke of Adrian and me, their eyes darting toward us with curiosity and suspicion. But I wasn't scared, not in the least. After all, Adrian and I were married, and we had nothing to hide.We closed the door behind us, and Adrian and I sat down on the bed, the soft mattress wrapping us in its comfort. Adrian turned to me, his eyes locked onto mine, and in a romantic tone of voice, he asked,"How are you?" he said, and his word
ZARAH POVInched toward the table, tapping my heels softly on the floor, my gaze fixed on Adrian's eyes, my heart thumping in my chest. I sat on his lap with my skinny body almost touching his, my face mere inches from his own. Adrian looked surprised as his eyes widened and his face quickly turned into a mask of shock, staring at me with his mouth open in a silent gasp."What do you mean you are here, Zara?" he growled almost immediately, his voice awfully low and filled with fury. He pushed me away, his hands on my shoulders and fingers pressing hard on my skin. I fell on the floor with just a little loud thud, my palms scraping against the cold surface. "Arrrr!" I screamed, resonating through the silence while looking up at Adrian, my eyes were filled with anger and deep resentment with my heart thumping fast.Adrian didn't seem to care for the yelling. His expression remained indifferent, his eyes cold and hard. I had to make an opportunity out of it; an opportunity to seduce him,
ZARAH POVMemories of the past flooded my mind, as I stood there, my heart racing with anticipation, my soul burning with desire. I couldn't wait to have Adrian back in my life, to feel his arms around me, to taste his lips on mine. The thought of him had always consumed me, body and soul. I had always been jealous of Jenny, my best friend, who had taken him away from me.The pain of their betrayal still lingered, a raw wound that refused to heal. I remembered the day I found out about their relationship, the way my heart shattered into a million pieces, the way my world came crashing down around me. I had shouted, screamed, and cried, my emotions raw, my pain palpable. I had slammed my hands on the table, the sound echoing through the silence, as I vowed to get him back."Get ready," I had said, my voice low, menacing, "you will soon come back to me." The words had been a promise, a threat, a vow. I had meant every word, every syllable. I went to my wardrobe and opened it, my heart r
SAMUEL POVI stood there in the dim light, fury in my eyes and thunder in my voice, confronting the two men tasked with the protection of Jenny. "What did Adrian do to rescue Jenny?" I shouted, anger and great incredulity in my tone. The men before me cowered, their eyes averted from mine, shoulders sagging in defeat."I don't know, sir," one stuttered, almost trembling in fear. "They were stronger than us...," he almost whispered at the end. I let out a snort of disgust, lips curling in contempt. "Mtchewwwww, just get out!" I exploded while wildly gesturing towards the exit, sending them away from my sight.I paced the room, furious thoughts of Adrian flooding into my brain regarding how he had outfoxed me yet again. "I will not allow Adrian to beat me," I muttered incidentally under my breath in a low menacing tone, which picked quickly to a scream, "No, he can't win!" The sound ricocheted off the walls.I stopped pacing, suffocating an emotion that he had invented and now was takin
Refreshing was the day after. My body felt so fresh after sleep, my mind feeling so completely revitalized, with senses all super alert; I stretched my arms above my head, arched back, and finally stretched the legs, letting out a long sigh of relief, a soft soothing sound that washed over me.My eyes turned toward the spacious room. I took in every detail, every nuance: Adrian was no longer beside me, the absence filling the space: an absence that was present, a gaping hole that echoed.This led to some curious dawning’s in me, little wonderings that sparked a whole fire of questions in my mind. If wondering, then where actually is he? And my mind began to imagine: "Where would he be?" I think my voice is a mere whisper, with a soft, silent query that only I could hear."Honey," came my call, huskily inflected, gentle, a caress of soothing sound in the air. "Yes, my love," came the reply from Adrian, low and smooth, dripping with affection, inviting warmth." "I'm over here," he added
We had the waiter bring us the alcohol, which got us drinking, with that cool liquid sliding down our throats and savoring the taste. Adrian would take a cup of alcohol, and I at the same time would do the same, our eyes meeting in a toast, as we clinked our cups together. In the next 20 minutes, we got high, the music and laughter blending with wild screaming and dancing as we forgot our worries and cares.The club sounded alive, the music pumping and flashing lights in ecstasy, as we were letting it all out and taking off our inhibitions like clothes thrown aside. It was already night; darkness outside seemed to press in as we danced, swaying and moving in perfect harmony with feet. He was so drunk, staggered and ridiculous, eyes glassy, and so slurred were his words.He said he would drive us back home, his voice firm and eyes steady as he took the keys from Adrian. "I'll drive," he said calmly.By the time we came home, we stumbled into the room, our feet dragging, arms holding on
Half-formed words fell from me when the soothing sound of Adrian's arms enveloped me warmth yet whisper much lower than my breath. "My love." With a sly smile mouthing the final words into mine, Adrian broke the kiss. Mischief lingered in his sparkling eyes as he whispered into my ears, his voice a mere husky sound, "Prepare yourself for me, tonight is going to be crazy." I laughed, bubbling from my throat, as they walked out with me to cool evening air.And then I met Isaac and Desmond, and shouted across the parking lot: "Let's go, guys! Let's go and party!" The others cheered, their voices melding together into one joyous noise while we piled into the car and drove off into the night towards a nearby club.As we entered through the door, I could only gasp in awe. The club is indeed beautiful, and its interior is a master-modem-local fusion of styles. Bright colors and intricate patterns adorned the walls, with sleek and modern furniture that could easily invade an alien planet with
Desmond's words echoed out in the air. Emotion caught up with me, and I was feeling astonished. "Uncle Samuel, little son Desmond," I whispered, my voice shaking with disbelief. I opened my arms wide, and Desmond walked into them, holding me tightly. "I hugged him, shouting, I felt so happy," I blurted out, my face streaming with tears. The warmth of his body, the rhythm of the heartbeat; it all felt comfortable and connected."So happy with both of you around me," I said as I held Desmond and Isaac close to me. I turned to Adrian, curiosity piqued. "How do you guys know Adrian?" I asked in wonder. Desmond inhaled deeply, and his eyes momentarily glazed with emotions."Hmmm," he breathed, lips barely forming the word, "Samuel-my dad-lied to me. He said that he was my uncle, but one day, I found out that he indeed was my father." I felt my heart lurch; shock and surprise filled me as the enormity of what he said hit me. Desmond dropped his head in shame and regret. The room faded, and
With open arms around Isaac, a big smile was painted across my face. "How are you, how have you been?" I asked, my voice breaking with emotion. The little sparkle in Isaac's eyes as he said, "I'm fine, Aunty Jenny," was more than enough for me. I looked into his little face, taking in every detail of it, and without fail, I had to hug him again because being back in those arms made all that feeling just so aware."I was looking for you, and I couldn't see you," Isaac explained, excitement and relief mixing in his voice. "I walked to where you were working so they could trace your phone, but they couldn't trace you." Each new word I heard tugged at my heart, and Isaac's eyes bore into mine, telling me of the urgency and fear that had spurred him on to find me."I had no option but to go to Uncle Samuel for he could assist and give you contact," Isaac continued, his voice trembling with emotion. I felt guilt and remorse hit me as Isaac recounted everything he had been through because of
The other two men continued to come closer with their footsteps pounding the ground in relentless chase. They were shooting bullets towards Adrian's car, the gunfire echoing through the air. Starting with a rev, Adrian's car went off, tires screeching as he rode away from the danger. The raw roar of the engine echoed through the air and, in spirit, shook the very foundations of the earth.Adrian, driving like the wind, witnessed his speedometer needle rise and fall a hair's breadth from the upper limits. Isaac and Desmond were so thrilled that their faces glowed with joy and relief. "Yoooo!" They were vociferating, gravely hoarse from the excitement. The atmosphere was thunderous inside the car, filled with buoyancy while speeding away from impending attack.A few minutes later, they reached home, the car crunching softly on gravel as it pulled in front of the house. Adrian, the two men, and I got out, tired faces etched with relief. "Come in," I said to them, with a warm, welcoming v