Luis' POV“You? Did I forget something in the car?” I mumbled in inquisition to my guest. It was the cab driver that brought me from the airport to this apartment, and even helped me up with the bags.Slowly, he lowered his glasses.“No!” He said strongly.I frowned. “Then what are you doing here?” I inquired, utterly confused.“Move aside!” He roared, patronising in instruction.“What?! No! What business do you have coming inside?” I snapped back.“Luis Kingston, move aside so I can come in. A peaceful settlement or a violent one? Your choice!” “You sound just like my brother. Who are you? Did Ace send you?” I wondered, arching my eyebrows as I spoke. The guy was undoubtedly taller than me. My one hand held the partly opened door, while another held the door frame.“I said move aside so I can come in! Merde!” He hissed as he hit my chest vehemently with his palm, pushing me back on my heels.He sauntered in, and slowly shut the door behind him, then locked it. Once he was in, he
Luis' POVAfter spending the night on the chair, chained, I was woken up by a splash of water hitting my face. I coughed and growled, and blinked to fix my vision. Once I was relaxed again, I saw Ace standing like a pole in front of me.“Did you bother taking a look to your left?” He asked me. I frowned and tilted my head to my left. “Ah!” I gasped for breath after seeing Angel. She was back to life, but she looked weak.She glared at me too, forcing a smile on her face. “Angel,” I whispered under my breath. Tears were already forming in my eyes. I wanted to hold her!“Yeah,” she responded in the same manner, attempting to move, only to be reminded she was chained as well. Ace clapped twice and got our attention back to him. “It's your lucky day today. Just have a chat, talk about anything; secrets, feelings, kiss, I don't really care. All you have is…half an hour! Use it wisely!” He concluded and stormed off.His words still reverberated in my mind. I couldn't shake the curiosit
Ace’s POV I finally set my wife free from the lustful clutches of my brother. He would not be a prick in our relationship anymore.The last time I heard his voice, he was growling in pain as the doctor gave him injection after injection to wipe off his memory.“Don't worry. Botswana is a safe country, he’ll be alright. And they speak good English, so he won't face problems.” I mumbled to Angel as he strutted in front of me.“Mmh,” she hummed in response, before reaching for the hand of the charioteer to aid her inside the car. She never took anyone's help to go inside the car before, so this was quite unusual. I knew she was horny after that intense kiss with Luis, and if only I could do something. Maybe I could buy her sex toys? I pondered.We sat quietly for the ride to the airport. When we passed by the Eiffel Tower, she rolled her window down, and stared at it, her hair blowing all over. “Do you want to go in?” I asked.She pivoted to face me, and smiled like never before, “Ye
Ace’s POV Angel’s twinkling eyes glared into mine, her lips weighing heavy on her from the passionate smooch we just shared. Nonchalantly, I forced my fingers in between her hand, and she welcomed me.Once we were holding each other tightly, I stood on my two's and helped her up, then we walked hand in hand to the hotel.The sexual anticipation lingering in the air could be told from her face, and the glances we kept stealing at each other. I for one was fighting my demons as usual, at the realization that this moment would’ve been better yet lived by my brother. At least he could do something in the bedroom!I held the door behind as she walked in ahead of me, then shut it slowly once we were in. She strutted towards the bed, swaying her hips from one side to the other, such that I found myself drooling at her figure. She pivoted to face me. Seductively, she dropped her coat to her toes; revealing a silhouette of perfectly exhibitioned tiny but voluptuous figure with very soft
Lulu's POVJeremy's eyes darkened. I swallowed a lump at the epiphany that this was the same man I fell in love with and married all those years ago.He let out a huge sigh, and spewed venom at my face, but breaking my heart instead.“Sarah is not my daughter!” “What?!” I whispered, my voice breaking.“Yes!” He snarled. “I doubt she's ever my own blood!” My blinks prolonged. I searched for words behind the blanks of my eyelids, but in vain.“Tell me the truth Lulu. It's been over twenty years, nothing can change now. But the truth would give me closure.” There he was, the love of my life shooting arrows at me, one after another.“Jeremy,” I sighed. “What are you saying? Sarah is our daughter, why would you even I'd do something like that to you?” One hand stood on the invisible hip bone, while the other one covering his mouth as he heaved.Baring his teeth, he heralded boldly:“It's that colleague of yours, right? The one who took you out on dates under the pretext of work dinners
Sarah's POV“Please hear me out!” Lulu pleaded, locking her palms together.“I already heard you the first time, and I'm not sure I want to do it again.” I snapped, taking Garry's hand into mine. Hand in hand, he supported me as we headed towards the door, turning our backs on mom's sobs.“I was a selfish mother!” She screamed from behind us in a breaking voice, and we halted abruptly.I closed my eyes and inhaled.She continued: “I shouldn't have treated you like you were nothing. You needed a mother and a best friend, but I turned a cold shoulder. I am really sorry for making you feel like an outcast all your life, and above all, I am really, really, deeply sorry for celebrating your biggest loss. It haunts me to this day that being a mother, I celebrated another mother's lo…” “God, mom!” I whispered under my breath, cutting short her dramatic speech. My head shook from one side to the other as I stared at her putting on an act. She held out her hands, as though she was holding a
Ace’s POVAngel sat beside me, looking out through the window. I couldn't quite tell her expression as she had her head slightly facing away from me, and my eyes mainly concentrated on the road. I cleared my throat and commenced a conversation after prolonged silence.“Thank you!” I uttered shortly.“It's alright!” She returned the same energy. There I was, having thought she was absent-minded but the whole time she may have been reading every ounce of my breath.I sucked my lips and arched one eyebrow, as my hands steered gently on the wheel. It was the first time I found myself experiencing difficulties in talking to her. “Although, I don't see why you did that,” I mumbled, my eyes on the road. “I mean, considering our history till now, and the nature of our relationship.” I stole a glance at her upon saying, and focused my eyes back on the road.Blankly, she responded. “It's alright!” “I mean it, though. Thank you!” I yakked.“It's alright!” She snapped. For the third time in
Angel’s POV We finished dining and wining, courtesy of me, and all that was left lingering in the air was silence as we stared at each other. My husband wore an inquisitive expression on his face. I knew exactly what was going on inside his rocky mind, but I struck not to say anything until he did. Rather not to say anything until he fell asleep. “Did I tell you thanks? For the food?” He pondered from across the table, picking his teeth.I sighed softly, running my tiny hands on the table.“Well, you didn't. But I will take the question as appreciation for my good cooking!” “Mmh. Thank you!” He mumbled, before a heavy yawn interrupted his precedented continuation.He frowned at it. It was too early for his bed time, almost three hours!He flashed a scornful but inquisitive look at me, which I responded with a clueless arch of the eyebrows.“What?!” I asked, holding my hands up in the air.“Angel,” he mumbled, roaring. “Why am I yawning?” “I don't know, probably jet lag. I'm feeli
Six Months Later Ace’s POV “Be careful!” Angel demanded in a moan. Her hands were wrapped around my shoulders traversing under my armpits as she breathed in hot air into my ear. Her legs formed a pointy fountain under the sheets running through my waist, wrapped tightly around my thighs, making my thrusting work closer and easier. “Relax, I won't hurt the baby.” I whispered a warm assurance into her ear while my fingers rubbed her head tenderly. After the holy work was done, I helped her get ready for our doctor’s appointment. Trust me when I say it wasn't the easiest work of all. She changed into ten different outfits, cried when clothes didn't fit and wailed about how ugly she felt. Every two minutes she asked me if I still found her sexy, or I would dump her for a skinnier girl who had no baby multiplying the fat in her body. I had to assure her that I just made steamy love to her. Not only that, but I held her and kissed her neck while she came. “You're sexier when
Angel’s POVFollowing a great morning glory with my husband, he invited me to sit with him at breakfast. Dr Warner or whoever her name was, didn't seem to have that much of a problem. Although, there was one insect hovering over Ace throughout. I didn't get her name, and frankly I didn't even care. My mind was on something else. Once breakfast was done, Ace and I sat in the car. “Angel,” he cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “I’ve been meaning to call Jeremy.”I frowned. “What?! Why?” He shook his head lightly, and tutted. “I really don't know. But I feel like he could be in need of a second chance too.” He glared at me, my cheeks became heavy with a blush. “I’m learning from you.” He added, his eyes anticipating a response from me. I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes not knowing where to land. “Okay! I mean…go for it!” “Yeah!” He whispered, before awkward silence reigned between us. “Say it!” “I can see there is something you want to say.” I advised, a smile hiding be
Ace’s POV“Angel!” I whispered, my heart pounding. She burst into a loud cackle. “Oh My God! Your expression is killing me.” She clapped as she laughed at my face. “Hi babe!”I sighed heavily, my palm on my chest as though I was massaging my heart. “You scared me.” She arched her eyebrows. “Really? The George Brooks can get scared?” She scoffed, helping me up. “Are you sure you are okay? I can take you to the nearest hospital.”“Yeah! Remember I am staying at a clinic now.” I added, following her lead to the car. She buckled and we took off. “So tell me, since when do you run?” She posed, her arms stirring the steering wheel flawlessly. I watched in awe. “I wanted to ask you yesterday, since when do you drive?” She smiled. “You're not answering the question, George.” She added, her gaze avoiding mine. “Okay, fine. How do you think I built all these muscles? I'm very physically active on a normal day.” I clarified, my eyes not leaving her cheek. My mind and my heart were at wa
Ace’s POVThe new dawn set, and my alarm went off. I reached out my hand to turn it off, and when all was silent, I lay on my back, my hands spread away from my body. It was only when I opened my eyes that it clicked to me that I was not home. I blew raspberries at the discomfort it brought me to be here, but then remembered my Angel would be coming to see me today. The anticipation was killing me. Quickly, I reached for my phone and sent her a sweet text, but she wasn't online. I waited for a little while hoping to get a blue tick, but in vain. Disappointed, I dragged myself out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, holding onto walls for dear life. “It's not even 7am yet, silly. She must be snoring.” I convinced my reflection in the mirror.After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed back and made my bed. Then, I changed into a grey workout outfit, grabbed a water bottle and headphones, and walked towards the door. Upon opening my door, I was startled by a female figure
Ace’s POV I felt a hand touch my shoulder,and I was startled. My neck tilted around and my face came face to face with Miranda. She sucked her lips, creating a friendly expression, as she held out her tiny hands,doing a little wave at me. I could see the top of her head, examining every little detail of her messy bun. I forced a smile. “Hey, Miranda.” I spoke between my teeth. “Yeah, George.” She responded and went silent, her eyes glued to the corridor floor we were standing on. Bypassers stole sneaky glances at us one after the other, but I turned a blind eye. “Can I help you, Miranda?” I pondered, her silence getting to me. She sighed. “I was wondering if we could hang out?” “For the assignment? It wants us to get acquainted with one another.” She elucidated following my silent response to her wondering. “Oh, yeah sure. See you tomorrow, or whenever you want to hang out.” “I have a scheduled call with my wife, sorry I'm running after time.” I grumbled and turned my ba
Ace’s POV I sat there, in a room full of drug addicts and people who twirled their fingers in anxiety. All their focus was on me. I guess I was more famous than I thought. For some fucking reason I kept thinking I was better than them. But a stubborn and straight-forward voice inside my head told me I was no different, why else would I be here? At least the chair was comfy. It was a very cushiony sofa modified into the shape of a palm, and I could sit comfortably on my back. A middle aged woman walked in, holding her hair into a neat, tight bun.“Hello guys!” She mumbled in a friendly tone. Voices groaned to greet her back, as she took a seat facing us. “I am Dr. Warner, and I'm here to help you all. Will you help me help you?” She wondered, forcing a smile. Everyone else nodded or groaned or forced a smile except for me. I just glared at the ceiling, rubbing my head and listening to everyone try to get into her good books. “Right? What's your name?” She asked me, but I wasn't p
Ace’s POVI closed the door slowly behind me, and leaned my back against it. My luggage stood steady at my feet, as my eyes studied the room. White walls, white ceiling, the furniture, and even the bedding; everything was white. And why not? This was a trick I learned of back in high school, that white keeps the mind soothed. A heavy sigh left my lips, having absorbed the typicality of my new home. Had it been for me, I would have never even looked up a depression support clinic. But Angel was involved, she had insisted, and so I followed. I pushed my suitcase towards the bed and picked up it's weight onto the bed. A borborygmi-like sound followed as I undid the zip to start unpacking, as per one of the instructions I received at the reception. With all my clothes hung and folded properly in the wardrobe, I drew the curtains, letting some light into the room. My window looked over some of the buildings in the premises. In fact, the reflections of the corrugated roofing would be bl
Angel’s POVAce seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?"I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again." I mumbled, rubbing circles on his back.Ace's eyes flickered with a mixture of doubt and longing. He seemed to be contemplating my words, grappling with his own self-worth and the possibility of a better tomorrow. "Please, Ace, trust me when I say that you're not alone in this.” I heaved. “Angel, I…” He attempted, but I interrupted him.“Uh uh!” An expression left m
Sarah’s POVI lounged on the beach, soaking up the sun and admiring the crystal-clear waters of the Indian Ocean. It was a much-needed break from my usual routine, helping me cope well with my recent miscarriage. I harboured hate for my brother at this point. Had it not been for him, I would have probably still been pregnant. Suddenly, my phone rang. I sighed, briefly tempted to ignore it. Garry had warned me not to take any calls so I could give this outing my full attention, but ultimately, I decided to answer. It was my sister-in-law."Hey, Angel," I said. "What's up?""It's Jeremy," Angel said, her voice lower than usual. "He wants to exhume Ace's parents' bodies."I sat up, suddenly alert. "What? Why?""I don't know," Angel admitted. "He and Ace are at loggerheads." She concluded with a sigh.I sighed. “And they both aren't normal people. Why am I not surprised?”She chuckled from the other end of the line. “I can't imagine how you must've dealt with all that your entire life.”