Zara
The city is as lively as ever. Couples pass me by, donned in red and white, a symbol of the festivity in the air. It's February 14th, also known as Valentine’s day worldwide. They say it is a day for lovers to celebrate love but I call bullshit.Love does not exist. Trust me, I’ve tried searching. Over the past ten years of my life, I have been in and out of relationships but my past partners only seemed to want one thing – sex.
Apparently, finding a relationship without sex in this day and age is akin to what the pastor in my mum’s local church had used to describe rich men who wanted to make it to heaven; a camel passing through the eye of a needle.My first relationship had been in High school, with a boy named Carter. He was sweet at first, buying me coffee and walking me home after school. One day after he walked me home, he asked to come in. He had made a move then, trying to get under my clothes. I had fought him ferociously , holding tightly on to the material of my flowy skirt.
The next day, a rumor about me being a prude who wore’ granny panties’ , had made it’s rounds at school. I became the butt of the kids’ jokes for the remaining years of High school. I was known by the names; Virgin Mary, Grandma Betty, Zealous Zara. Of course, I wasn’t bothered. I had sworn a chastity oath at the age of thirteen, to keep my bed and body undefiled until marriage.My second boyfriend wasn’t until my third year in college. He was a guy in my school’s campus fellowship. I was wary of him at first but he seemed to understand my principle. I couldn’t be happier at the time. He was perfect; going to Bible study with me, taking me on dates, supporting my every decision. He was perfect, until he wasn’t . On one of our date nights, we had taken a walk around school and he suggested we sat somewhere for a while. I noticed a bit too late, how eerily quiet the place was. He leaned in to kiss me then and I moved just in time to have his lips land on my cheek.
For lack of better words to describe his reaction, he was livid. His face turned a ghastly shade of red as he towered above me in my sitting position. I believe his words had been along the lines of;
“ How long do we have to do this whole back and forth. I know you’re just pretending.”
I had looked at him in pure shock. “ What do you mean, I’m just pretending?”He scoffed then and mumbled under his breath, “ I should’ve known this was going to fail”. I heard him.
“ What are you talking about?”
He ran his hands through his hair and sighed in frustration . “ I made a bet with the boys in the fellowship, to seduce you.”I remember my reaction then, a very comic illustration of shock; mouth opening and closing, with bulging eyes.
The memory makes me cringe.My third and last relationship had been with Mike. Mike with the dreamy eyes and wide smile. Mike , the romantic. We almost got married, not until I caught him shamelessly rutting into another woman , a month after he proposed to me.
What was it he said? Right. “ You’re an amazing woman , Zara but you’re too plain. You wear these hideous looking dresses and skirts and I wish you could improve on that. You’re beautiful, just not enough.”
That had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. I didn’t cry. I had come to accept my fate. Love didn’t exist. Just a bunch of hyenas wishing to take advantage of the word.
That was yesterday.Today, I had decided to take my fate into my own hands. The priest that had led the vow of chastity had said, we could find love if we kept ourselves pure. He lied.
I look up at the tall building in front me. The first step to my metamorphosis. After tonight, I’ll no longer be Grandma Betty or Virgin Mary. Tonight, I’m giving it all away.
I walk into the first clothing store I sight. The attendant, a bubbly young woman walks up to me with a wide smile. “ Welcome ma’am . Is there anything I can help you find?”
I take a deep breath. “ Yes, please. Something that can get me laid tonight”Her smile grows even wider. “ I got you. Right, this way”
She leads me through rows and rows of clothes, until we’re standing in front of a row of tiny looking dresses. She picks a few and hands them to me.
“ The changing rooms are right over there”
I make my way towards the rows of cubicles and step into one. The first dress I try on, is a tight black leather dress, moulding all my curves into one delectable piece. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look …hot. My breasts that always look droopy due it’s large size, spills atop the dress in a way that made me look sexy. The curve of my hips look very pronounced. This is it. I’m going for dangerous tonight, so this will have to do. I take tentative steps outside the room, looking around the shop to make sure no eyes were on me. The attendant spots me first and as she nears me, she exclaims, “ I hope you’re taking that dress, because it was definitely made for you!” I laugh shyly, as I feel a blush coming on. She looks at my sandaled feet and walks away, returning with a pair of black strapped heels. After I wear them, she nods in approval. “Pardon my intrusion, but you said you want to get laid tonight. Do you mind if I offer a suggestion” “ Oh…yeah, sure” “ A friend of mine runs a spa and salon next door. Would you be up for a makeover?” I take a look at myself in a mirror by the corner. My hair looks frizzy and my face ,splotchy from walking around all day. A makeover sounds like a good plan . I turn towards her and nod slowly. “ That’s perfect. I’m about to get off work, so I’ll just ring you up real quick” She stops by a lingerie rack and picks a nude lace set, holding it in front of me , as if assessing my size. She nods to herself and keeps moving . What a strange woman she is. She makes quick work of ringing me up and we depart the store together. Before we walk into the next store, she turns to me with a smile and says, “ I’m Valerie. It’s very nice to meet you”. “ Zara” “ Alright, Zara, let’s get you ready for the most memorable night of your life”ZaraA beautiful, blonde girl stands by the cash register, typing on the system in front of her. She looks up at the chime of the doorbell , eyes lighting up at the sight of Valerie. “ Hey Vee. Are you done for the night?”“ You bet I am. I brought a friend”A friend. She called me her friend. In all 26 years of my existence, I have not had any friends. I’ve always been closed off to people , except my parents and younger brother. It has never been easy for me to fit in with people. But, this woman whom I just met all of thirty minutes ago , called me her friend.“ Vee, she’s tearing up”I look up at the concerned voice of the blonde woman with tears blurring my vision.“ I’m such a mess. Pardon me”“ It’s alright babe. I know Valerie here can be a little bit overwhelming, but she’s a nice person.”“I don’t know whether to be pleased or offended “ , says Valerie, eyeing her friend playfully. The blonde girl introduces herself as Emily -Rose. Valerie goes ahead to inform her about my
MarcelloThis day couldn’t get any worse. First, the company’s stock crashes because of a fake piece of news that circulated social media this morning. Apparently, a girl “I dated” went online to say that I was an abuser and I had constantly beaten her in the short duration of our relationship.Pfft. Everyone around me knew I didn’t do relationships. It required a lot of emotional investment I simply could not afford.I have been up and about since the early hours of today, trying to shut down the rumors but it had already circulated every corner of the media. Being young, rich and popular had it’s perks but it also had it’s downsides; one of it being that when any news about you gets out, people pounce on it like bloodthirsty zombies, regardless of it’s truth status.I just concluded a meeting at the office with the PR team when my father burst into my office with murder in his eyes. My father, Hernandez Andres is who you would describe as terrifying; big build, thick brows and a con
Zara He swipes his key card and the beep of the door matches my pulse. Something tells me I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life but my mind is made up. If my mother could see me now… I shake my head to get rid of unwanted thoughts. It’s now or never. I’m not getting any younger. Best get this out of the way. I take a deep breath and walk further into the room. I gasp. This place is…breathtaking. I have never considered my family poor but we’re not exactly rich either. This room right here screams ‘luxury’ A chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling, tasteful furniture and pieces decorating the room. To my right, stands what looks like the kitchen island, covered in shiny black marble. The whole interior of the room is black , white and grey. A typical bachelor’s house. I sneak a peak at the man in the room. He takes off his cufflinks and unbuttons his shirt. I had not taken a good look at him earlier but standing here with him like this in this confined space, I
ZaraIt’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 leaveHa!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.W
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