ZaraYou know the thing about people who see you wanting to be alone and go ahead to talk to you? They’re evil. That’s why I think it’s very beneficial to learn social cues and expressions while you’re at it. You see a person nose- deep in a book or doing everything to avoid eye contact? Leave them alone.This morning, after I was dressed for work , I went down for breakfast. Lo and behold, I found Marcello already on the table, sipping on coffee and working on his iPad. That or he was commissioning the execution of the person who stepped on his toes last night. You never can tell.Anyway …I sat down at the other end, far away from his overbearing self , while waiting for my breakfast to be served. I could feel his eyes on me, but I decided there and then that every other thing in the room, was more interesting than him. Of course, he didn’t get the cue, he had to go and talk to me.I think he said , “ childishness really becomes you”And you know I’m usually very quiet and put tog
ZaraMaria didn’t let me spend a penny. The moment I stretched my card towards the cashier, she pushed my hand away and replaced it with hers. All my protests fell on deaf ears, even when I offered to split the bill. When people spend on me without strings, it burdens me. I feel indebted to them. I’ll definitely have to bake some treats for Maria this weekend. Mr. Phillip picked us up after we were done shopping and Maria has been dropped off already. She almost invited me in for dinner but one look at my tired face, had her changing her mind. Thank God for that , because a warm bath and a good night’s rest, sounds about lovely right now.As I walk into the house, I notice that something is way off in the atmosphere. Everyone seems to be looking at me a certain way. Even Celine who has no more than two expressions, is looking at me with …pity? And Julio looks kinda nervous. StrangeThe staff all help to bring in the shopping bags and I make my way up to my room. Only, as soon as I a
ZaraThe insistent ringing of my phone is what wakes me up . Whoever it is, better have something important to say, because right now, it feels like a tiny person is practicing rugby in my head. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, with groggy eyes. I see a number of missed calls from Valerie and Emily-Rose, even my mum.My brows furrow and something like panic registers in my subconscious. I go to call mum back but another call from Valerie comes through. I swipe immediately and Valerie’s voice filters through the receiver. “ I’ve been trying to reach you for hours now. Take your calls , damnit!” She sounds panicked. “ I was still asleep and I didn’t hear the phone ring. I went to bed late last night”The line stays quiet, just the sound of our breathing being heard. The anxiety in me spikes. “ Valerie”? I call outShe lets out a deep sigh and says “ I saw the news.”Huh?“What news?”“ The one about your dick of a husband”Now, that’s strange. Valerie may think Marcello is insu
MarcelloBringing Brenda back home was a dick move on my part but a part of me wanted to prove that I was uninterested in the woman I currently cohabit with. It was an impulsive move, one I clearly didn’t think through. It didn’t dawn on me until I saw her standing outside my room , with hurt in her eyes. She tried to mask it but I’ve come to know the little cues about her.Then I double fucked up by my words to her . After I left her room, I stood outside her door for a while, listening for any activity from within. Minutes passed and I almost left, when I heard the unmistakable sound of crying. Zara Parkinson acts like she’s so tough every other day but she actually cried. It made me feel like a little bitch.To make matters worse, a picture of me and Brenda has been circulating the internet all day. I was working late into the night when Michael called and almost bit my head off. I managed to calm him down , to get him to help me out with PR but he only said “ You’re on your own”
ZaraThe realization hit me like a train wreck. The realization that I was giving away too much, reacting too much, contrary to what was in my head. As I followed Marcello to the diner two mornings ago, I made up my mind to not let him get to me and to not give away too much through my expression. But , I failed.I can’t believe I sat there pouting and crossing my arms like a petulant child. It dawned on me the minute he mentioned the contract and I realized just how ridiculous I was being. Being so unguarded before Marcello was a wrong move . I am not friends with him. He died not deserve to see my vulnerability. We are NOT friends.Today, he decided that, in a bid to keep up with our ruse to mislead the paparazzi, we should go out on a ‘ date’. A little too late for that, if you ask me. I thought the order was dating, marriage , then sex. But we did it the other way round.My phone chimes with a message notification. It is Marcello , letting me know he’s downstairs. He’s early. We d
Marcello acted the perfect gentleman the entire night. He cut my steak , filled my glass and even gave me a peck on the lips outside the restaurant, after our dinner. Completely lost in the moment, I made an irredeemable mistake. What did I do ,you ask?Patience, dear reader.Marcello didn’t drive us back. He called for a driver because he had a few glasses of wine over dinner. Since someone else was driving us, Marcello and I sat in the backseat. He was still so carefree, lightly patting my thighs every now and then, even offering me small smiles. Smiles I thought were sincere . That’s why I let go of my senses for a minute and said. “ I went to the doctor’s last week, yunno”He hummed in response, his head leaned back on the headrest. I should have stopped there but no, I didn’t.“ The doctor said something funny.” I chuckled to ease some of the awkwardness that I was feeling. “ The doctor said we need to have more sex, because it will help the baby. Pfft… funny right?”But, he did
MarcelloSomehow, the drinks tonight do not do much to calm the turmoil within me. In the last thirty minutes, I have nearly emptied the bottle of whiskey before me. Someone slides onto the stool beside me. It’s Mike. He drags the bottle towards himself and signals the bartender for a glass. “ I knew you’d be here”I cut him a side glance “ I never told you I was coming here. So, how did you find me”A ghost of a smile tugs at his mouth and he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “ Let’s just say I have my ways”I squint at him and he chuckles. Knowing Michael, there’s something going on in his life that I do not know about. Yet. But, there's never a secret between us , so he’ll definitely tell me when he’s ready . Besides, I’m already in a shitty mood and do not need any of his lecturing at the moment.We sit in silence for a few minutes until he breaks the silence. “ Is there something going on ?”I raise my head from the glass I have been nursing and start to respond but
ZaraThere’s something heavy pressing down on my belly. Does my baby already weigh so much? I try to turn on to my side but the weight would not budge. I open my eyes in panic and look down at my belly, coming face to face with a mop of dark hair. My first instinct is to scream as loud as I can. So, I scream until the head of hair raises itself.“La chingada! ¿Qué onda es todo este escádalo tan temprano?” ( fuck! What is all this noise so early in the morning?)The owner of the head rises to his full height, rubbing sleep from his eyes and then he stretches in a way that has my heart beating rapidly. He’s shirtless, in nothing but the pair of slacks he had on yesterday, slightly unbuttoned. But that’s not the part that almost has me hyperventilating.It's the very large and obvious tent in his pants that has my eyes glued to him. The tent starts moving until it is right in front of me. “ I said , my eyes are up here, Sugar”That snaps me out of it. I stare at him, willing myself to
Zara’s POV Mama doesn’t let us leave immediately, insisting that we stay for dinner. Hence, me hiding out in Carlotta’s room. Left for me, I would take a cab home , so I don’t have to face my ugly impulsive decisions . I know I have said this before but let me reiterate; Marcello is cancerous. One minute I was bawling my eyes out in Maria’s arms and the next, I let go of my morals in Marcello’s. This stupid, stupid pregnancy hormones. Carlotta is downstairs helping out with dinner and Marcello is well…being Marcello somewhere around the house. I hope he stays busy until we have to leave . If I face him now, I might simply die of mortification . I offered to help out also but Mama chased me out with a spatula. At a few minutes past 6 pm , Carlotta pops in to let me know that dinner’s ready. When I get to the dinning room, I see Mr. Hernandez already seated, reading a newspaper with his glasses perched atop his nose. He puts down the paper when he sights me and beams “ Mi Queri
Marcello's POV True to her words , Zara stormed out of the house with a duffel bag. I could only watch, stunned, as she walked past me with every determination in her. It was only after a few minutes, that I came to terms with what just happened. Thankfully, she had Uncle Phillip drive her. One less thing to worry about…I immediately thought of calling Mama to inform her that a very angry, pregnant woman was headed her way. Mama laughed when I explained the entire ordeal to her and then proceeded to scold me for letting my pregnant and very emotional wife out of my sight, without running after her to pacify her. She promised to take care of her and threatened that if I didn’t drag my behind home within the next hour, she would personally make sure that Zara die snot return home. I really cannot understand women . Hence, I am en route the family home and I didn’t forget to buy a lot of gifts to pacify Her Royal Majesty. I have heard men say things like ‘ happy wife, happy home’ b
Zara’s POV One thing I didn’t expect that accompanied my recent bouts of morning sickness ,is the heightened appetite. Not just the appetite to eat good food, I have the most insane cravings these days; especially spicy food. Desi, Thai, Korean, Chinese , Japanese, you name them. And Marcello, bless his heart, has been a sweetheart, offering to buy me whatever I crave. Pretty sure the man has visited all the indigenous food places in New York in the span of one week but I am eating for three, so…This past week, I have gotten used to his tendency to call me random endearing names. At first, thinking about it gave me a major migraine but I’ve decided to just go along with the flow. Just as long as he keeps buying me spicy buffalo wings…I woke up this morning craving egg tarts and Julio has been MIA for a while now, only coming in one day out of five. Not gonna lie, I’m a bit worried about his absence but I’m not one to pry.It's Saturday and I know that Celine will be ordering a tot
ZaraDr. Meyers beams immediately she sees me and offers me a seat. “ Zara! I wasn’t expecting you today but it’s so good to see you” She looks at the Stony- gazed man beside me , “ you came with your husband too. This is great.”Marcello offers her a handshake in his usual professional manner and she accepts it. “ Marcello Andres” “ Sharon Meyers. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Andres.”“ Likewise”“ So, what brings you here today?”“ I woke up today with a really bad case of morning sickness. I’m worried because I no longer had that but I woke up today feeling like my stomach was twisting itself from the inside. Dr. Meyers hums in contemplation. “ Most women go through morning sickness until the end of the third trimester, so I wouldn’t be worried about that. However, what worries me is the pain you’re feeling . That’s not normal, especially at this stage. You’re nearing the end of the your second trimester and this is a critical time.”My heart thrums rapidly at her w
ZaraSomething smells awful. It’s a familiar smell but it something smells repulsive today. I rollover on to my right to ward off the smell but it seems to be me everywhere. My belly folds over life a turbulent tide on a beach, recoiling and rumbling in disagreement to the smell assaulting my senses. I feel the wave within trying to force itself out of my throat but I force it down, taking deep breaths. Only, that was a big mistake on my part. I jump out of the bed with a sense of urgency, almost tripping on the sheets wrapped around my ankles. The moment I kneel before the toilet, a torrent of vomit comes hurling out of my throat. Remnants of the rice Marcello made for dinner last night. My stomach twists uncomfortably with each bout of retching and it actually feels like my intestines are eating me from the inside out. I may have experienced bad morning sickness the first few weeks but they had ceased for a while. I guess I was wrong to be relaxed. I flush the toilet and rinse
Marcello’s POV The dinner ended on a good note and I’m just relieved to have gotten it out of the way. The only problem now is, I’ve been sporting a very painful boner all night. As I conversed with guests, I had to place both hands over the front of my pants, so as to not draw unwanted attention to myself. Zara Parkinson is a minx . After she whispered “ Dream on , babe”, my boner went from hard to raging. I did all I could to distract myself from thinking about her ass in the pants she wore tonight. The clothes weren’t tight or anything but I simply couldn’t take my eyes off the way she strutted away from the table. Immediately the last guest left, I bolted upstairs and ripped off all the clothes I had on and stepped into the shower. I stood under the cold spray for minutes but my mind didn’t seem to get the memo that we were trying not to go feral. Images of Zara sprawled out on my bed, her salacious moans, the way she moved and fuck! That bump. Never knew a pregnant belly coul
ZaraThe dress arrived at exactly an hour to the dinner but not exactly the way I expected it to. True to Viv’s words, I was totally blown away. Valerie was just making some finishing touches on my makeup when Emily, our housekeeper, walked in with a box. The inscription on the box read ‘ HN’ which is Viv’s brand name. I ripped through the ribbon holding the package together, barely able to contain my excitement. Only as I lifted the lid on the box, my excitement dropped several notches. A dead bird lay on the clothes, in a splatter of blood and gore. My name is written inside the box, in bright red. The bird is devoid of it's head, it's wings broken and entrails hanging out. . Whoever did this must have snapped it's neck and proceeded to slice it's gut open.I stand transfixed, cold sweat dripping down the back of my neck. . A realization hits me; it's a baby bird. My hands move instinctively to cradle my stomach. Fear of anyone ever harming my innocent child makes my stomach chu
ZaraThe day of the celebratory dinner arrives a few days later. Marcello said he wanted the event to be a small and intimate one, where he gets to share his win with his family and close associates. He even invited Valerie and Emily. All the excitement I have been feeling all day is due to the fact that I will be seeing the girls after a long while. Working at the firm and with Marcello has left me no time to socialize and have fun. Fun seems like an alien word at this point.I have been going round , inspecting the arrangements , since the dinner will be held here at the house. I pass by a stack of muffins and quickly snatch one off the table. Celine gives me the stink eye and I pretend not to notice her. Soon after, Maria arrives with Carlotta , each carrying heavy boxes and containers of food. I give them each a hug and pout at Maria. “ I told you not to bring anything, Mama. Look around, there’s enough to feed the whole of New York tonight”She waves me off. “ Nonsense, child.
Third person pov: A figure lurks within the shadows; watching, waiting and observing. The figure has been on a constant stake out , in a house, a few metres away from Marcello Andres’ building. On a table to it’s far left, multiple pictures are scattered around. Pictures of Marcello at work, in his private gym, in his study , and a more recent one of him entangled in the sheets with Zara Parkinson. The figure had watched all these time, long before the first scandal broke out, through the times Paradise group took a nosedive and when Marcello got married. Of course, the figure thought the marriage was a huge foil in his plans. But, the patient dog does eat the fattest bone, right? So, the darkness became a friend while the entity observed. The goal was to make Marcello meet his end. But simply watching his life end wasn’t going to cut it, he had to lose everything he held dear, including, it thought with a sneer, his precious little wife. Marcello deserved every misfortune in li