Zara
It’s Saturday and for me ,that means deep cleaning. Only, this time, it’s aggressive cleaning. The nerve of that man! I wasn’t exactly expecting him to kiss my feet and make me a path of rose petals but I also was not expecting to be treated like a bug …You can get dressed and leave Ha! I was dumbstruck for a few minutes after he not so rudely told me to leave . He had proceeded to walk into the en suite bathroom like he did not just trample on my dignity. You give a man your virginity and he does not even have the decency to thank you… Last night may have been my first time but I know enough to not get treated like that. Tears prickle the back of my eyes. I wipe at it furiously. I haven’t cried over a man in my entire existence, I’m not going to start now… It doesn’t exactly help that I am sore all over. Imagine my surprise when I got up to stomp out of the jerk’s place and couldn’t walk straight. I had to limp all the way to the elevator and into the waiting cab outside. Why on earth is it so hard to clean underneath furniture? Goddammit! My attention is drawn to the sound of my phone vibrating on the coffee table beside me. It’s an unknown number. I swipe on it reluctantly. “who is this?” I drawl “ please tell me he was not that bad, babe. I expected you to be tired at least but …lively. You sound like a cast in The Living Dead” “Valerie?” “ The one and only, babes. What’s up? Did he do something you didn’t like? Cos if that’s the case, I will not hesitate to find him and drag his ass all over the asphalt in front of my apartment “ A laugh escapes me despite my sour mood. “ I’m fine, Valerie. Just cleaning, that’s all” “ You sure?” “ Hundred percent “ “ So I don’t have to go to jail then?” “ Not at all. Thank you for your concern, though. How did you get my number anyway? “ I found your card in Emily’s spa” Oh… “ You didn’t tell me you’re a lawyer.” Yeah, that’s right. I might have had a non existent love life but one thing I could brag about anytime, any day is my career. I worked my behind off to get to where I am currently and I take immense pride in my vocation. “ My bad. It was so chaotic yesterday, I forgot to introduce myself properly” “ No, no…it’s totally fine. It’s just …wow” I chuckle “ I totally get it “ At first glance, you wouldn’t think, wow! A career woman. Outside the office, I love my comfort clothes. My clothes always have to have enough breathing space and I have never been one for restrictive footwear. What can I say? I love to keep it simple. Modesty is key Yeah , right! You were so modest with your breasts all up in strangers’ faces... The memory of last night makes my cheeks warm. “…hello? You still there, Zee?” “ Yeah , sorry. I may have zoned out for a minute there” “ So he was goooood” I blush a brighter red. He was good , alright but that was in my books. I don’t have much to compare with. Valerie’s voice drifts through the phone again, “ Emily and I are having a movie night tomorrow and we would like you to join us.” “ I don’t really know…my Sunday evenings have always been reserved for some downtime, and unwinding with a good book…” “ It’ll be fun. I promise” “ Are you sure ? I’d hate to be a bother “ Valerie tuts at the end of the line. “ That’s nonsense and you know it. Stop deflecting. You coming or not ?” I chew the corner of my lower lip in contemplation. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to hangout with them. I could use some distraction. “ Sure...I guess” “ Great! I’ll text you the address. See you tomorrow, babe!” I smile. Making friends may not be so bad after all.Zara The past few weeks have been hectic. After the events of that night, I threw my self into work the next week and in the weeks to follow. The only time I had to unwind was when I met with Valerie and Emily. The thought of my new friends brings a smile to my face. I never thought I’d be so open to having other people in my space but I seemed to like it so far. The girls had teased me endlessly on the first night we met. It was definitely hard to keep up with the amount of profanities Valerie dropped in each sentence. The girl swore like a sour grandma but I found myself smiling whenever she spoke. I would say she is a ray of sunshine but she puts the entire sun to shame, that one. Emily on the other hand is gentle, with the prettiest smile. They balance each other out perfectly. A knock sounds outside my office and in walks my Secretary, Leslie. My position in the company is not the highest but being a Senior Associate meant I was entitled to my own assistant. “ Ma’am , the
ZaraThe train ride to the hospital was nothing short of a nightmare. I almost puked all over the train and the innocent passengers. Why?A certain man decided to squeeze every drop of juice from my stomach , with his strong cologne. I wouldn’t go as far as calling it ‘cologne’, death trap was more like it. I was enjoying the scenery and loving the wind on my face when said man got into the seat beside me. I felt my stomach churn in a worse manner than I had experienced at the cafeteria.So, the whole trip, I had to give myself a pep talk, yunno, not to embarrass my family and all, with my fingers plugging my nose.The moment I walked into the hospital, I ran straight for the restrooms. I proceeded to puke out everything I had eaten in the last two days. Now, waiting for my name to be called, I revel in the smell of antiseptic. Have hospitals always smelled so good?I chuckle lowly. It’s funny because the few times I had accompanied my mom to the hospital for her routine examinat
ZaraI walk in a daze up to my apartment and slot in the key. Everything in the background is a blur. I drop my bag and keys on the kitchen island and slide down to the floor, my back resting on the wall. This all seems like a bad dream. Maybe if I sleep and wake up, it’ll be gone.I stare down at the tiny photo card in my hand. The Sonogram…Dr. Meyers had handed it to me on my way out. I stare at the black and white image of what seems like a blob. So, this tiny human is currently growing in me. I move my hand to my stomach and rub unconsciously . I don’t have it in me to get rid of an innocent life but I am at a loss of what to do. Maybe the girls can help…I push myself up and walk to the bag I discarded earlier on the island. I fish out my phone and dial Valerie and Emily. Valerie answers first in that chirpy tone of hers “what’s good, mama?”I immediately burst into tears. “ Help me”It is Emily that says “ We’re on our way”***********Less than an hour later, the girls ar
Zara“What do you mean you’re doomed?”I look up at the concerned faces of my friends. “ I meant I’m doomed, as in D-O-O-M-E…”“We know how to spell doomed, you idiot. You know, I’m beginning to question how you got a degree in Law.” Valerie says and proceeds to roll her eyes .Emily chimes in “ I thought you’d be happy that we finally have a clue as to who the baby’s father is. What’s the problem?”I lift my hands in exasperation. “ The problem is, just today, a man from Paradise group visited the firm and my boss just happened to assign me to him. That’s not the crazy part, he said he was representing MARCELLO ANDRES! Does the name sound familiar?”Emily hums in understanding. “ So, you’re scared because you think you might lose your job for getting hot and personal with a client?”“Isn’t that obvious?”Valerie rolls her eyes again for what seems like the hundredth time. She walks closer and squats in front of me, until she is at my eye level. “ According to you, you had no idea wh
ZaraLast night, I had tossed and turned for hours before sleep caught up with me in the early hours of this morning. I had come to a decision; go to Paradise Group and tell Marcello Andres to take responsibility.Only, it was easier said than done.The moment I walked into the magnificent architecture, I felt like an impostor. Paradise group stood towering over several buildings in the area and that was saying something, considering that this was New York .The interior is decorated with polished wood floors and marble walls. Fancy light fittings span the reception and lobby. Men and women in all kinds of corporate wears walk up and down the place, going about their business of the day. Thankfully, I am also in my work outfit; a black tuxedo dress and a pair of black stilettos. Black makes all the difference in a look. It could take you from plain to downright majestic. I walk up to the receptionist, a dark skinned lady wig beautiful eyes. "Good morning, I’m here to see Mr. Marcel
Marcello Pregnant for me?And I thought the anonymous woman libeling my name on the media was the devil. This same reason was what propelled me into getting a vasectomy. Wait a minute...She mentioned that it was her first time.Flashback;I walk back into the room to see that she had already left. Good. I hated clingy women, especially those who had to force affection for me just to get a taste of my money. I pull back the covers to get some needed rest when a patch of colour catches my attention. I turn on the flashlight on my phone and move closer to inspect it and am surprised to find a patch of blood.Shit. Was she a virgin? Did I just take her virginity like some heartless bastard ? I didn’t even get her name.*******I should have been nicer to her. Who gives a fuck anyway? I only took her virginity not get her pregnant. Who knows where she’s been since then?The door to my office opens and Michael walks in. Just the person I need to see. He catches the look on my face
Marcello Michael picks up on the third ring. “ What’s up?”“I need Zara Parkinson’s contact details.”“ And why would you need that?”“Actions first, questions later”“That’s why you’re still a hot tempered knucklehead”I chuckle. “ Alright dumbass, I just want to apologize to her. I may have said some mean things earlier”“Try rude”“Seriously bro”He hesitates for a moment then says “ Fine”. The line goes dead.I have an idea in mind and if I play my cards right, I could uplift the company’s image and still escape my father’s wrath. It’s after work hours , so I decide to head home. I haven’t seen my mother in about two weeks . It’s best not to piss her off and have her call me herself . I may be a grown man almost in my thirties and over a feet taller than her, but trust me when I say I’ll never be too old for my mama’s chanclas.Was it when I was Seventeen? I made the mistake of talking back to my mother and stomping out. She watched me walk out without as much as a peep. That’s w
ZaraI have never been more embarrassed in my entire life, like I was this afternoon. After the ogre had not so rudely sent me out of his office, I ran into his secretary at the door. She had sent me tight smile filled with pity, as if what she witnessed was not new to her.Embarrassing situations were not really my forte. You’d think after everything that had happened to me in high school, I’d have developed a thick skin to people’s judgements but that was not the case.I still despised it when people looked at me a certain way, be it judgmental or pitying. Judgmental looks, well, I could stand those to a certain extent but pity…pity made me feel like a failure and I can’t stand failure. And that’s exactly what I felt like when I saw her look at me today.When I got back home, my whole body felt like lead. I dropped my bag and plopped down on the couch without bothering to undress. I don’t know when sleep consumed me but I woke up a few minutes ago with a blinding headache. I rema