My body responds to his instruction as my legs carry me towards the area he is leading me to. Before you know it, we are standing before a black Chevrolet Corvette, despite my tipsy state I recognize it. I know this because I love cars even though I cannot afford one even if I wanted one so badly.
"Step into the car" Gregory tells me. "Gosh does he speak only few words", my mind wonders.The ride was quiet, not an uncomfortable one, on the contrary it was peaceful like the calm before the storm. I can't fully process my surroundings and all I know is that I am in an elevator with just Gregory and I in it and he is staring at me with those unfathomable yet beautiful gray eyes, like I'm the only thing that exist. He takes a small step forward and I take one back and my back hits the end of the elevator wall. My breathing is has become heavy as I stare into his eyes. He leans towards me despite his height and kisses me on the lip not just any kiss but a deep kiss. I kThe hurt I felt in my chest burnt like an inferno. Unable to hold my tears, l let it flow from my eyes like a river as I quickly dress up. I looked back at the door I came out from before turning to find my way out of the penthouse.The ride back home seemed fast because of the state of my mind when I rightly knew that it took an hour plus. But who cares how many hours it took when I just experienced this level of embarrassment. As we reach my home I pay the driver and rush out towards my flat and into my room. Immediately I got into my room I shut the door and I cry, like a child in pains I cried. sliding down the door unto the floor I cried. The scene of everything that transpired playing and replaying in my mind as I cry my eyes out. Regret and hurt the prominent thing I know as of the moment and I cry. The first time I decide to give myself to a man and he treats me like nothing, after everything we did together. After making him my first everything. I thought he actually liked
Rosie and I got to the hospital and the doctor immediately informed us that my mum needs to conduct her surgery as soon as possible. No matter what has happened to me between last night and this morning I am still grateful that I got that gig and I have money for mum's surgery. I rush to pay for the surgery and mum is prepared for surgery and immediately taken to the Operating theatre. The whole time Rosie is with me as we wait for the surgery to be over. Hoping for only the best. Rosie goes ahead to inform the studio where I work that I won't be coming in for some time. And my boss, being a nice person, accepts and sends his support. Calls have equally come in from my colleagues and she has been the one in charge of answering all the calls on my behalf. When God put her in my life he knew what he was doing because having her here supporting me all through has been wholesome and I am grateful.Three hours and some minutes later the doctor comes out and I rush towards him "Doctor how
Morning comes fast and I push myself out of bed to begin my day. I look at the mirror and inspect what's left of my face and the only difference is that there isn't blood all over anymore. Setting aside my usual routine of self pity I prepare for my day and eventually leave the house.As I arrive at the hospital, there is a little crowd of reporters in front of the hospital trying to get the attention of a man. But he is fast enough to escape them. I laughed to myself at how annoyed the reporters looked. I stride into the hospital and head straight to get my face checked. The doctor attends to me and I get a stitch where I need one. I know my face doesn't look like how it used to after the beating but I know my face will return to normal after a few weeks. After my checkup I moved in to see my mother.As I walked down the hallway I saw him, the man that made me feel so many emotions, the man that made me feel special one moment and feel so worthless the next. The man that took my pri
It's been a month now and Patrick hasn't come for his money. I have been living in fear because I don't know when he'll show up demanding for his money. I haven't been able to raise the complete money yet. I'm jumping at the slightest sound, looking over my shoulder at every opportunity. The thought of him popping out at any moment clouding my sense of reasoning. The anxiety is making me sick, I can't seem to sleep properly or even stomach my food. My mum has been pretty worried but I try to shut down her concern. I try as much as I can to act normal around her in order to ease her worries. I'm trying to edit some pictures in the studio but I cannot seem to concentrate, so I decide to take a stroll to feel a little bit at ease. The stroll doesn't seem to be working. I seem to be spinning, My eyes can't focus on a spot. Nothing prepares me for the impact of the floor as I hit it with force and immediately black out.I don't know what's going on but I can feel that my body has been pla
"Who sent you to sabotage my reputation huh?. How much did they pay you to do this to me?."I look at him confused, look, Mr Gregory "I don't know what you are talking about. As far as we are both concerned we are strangers"."Oh cut the crap Lady, you were in my bed some time back and now you're pregnant. Do you know what could happen if the press gets a hold of this, forget the press? Do you know what my enemies would do if they got a hold of this information? For years they haven't seen me slip up or have a dent on my name and now you come up and want to give them an opportunity to clap back"." Who told you I am pregnant?, And so what if I am. I never said it was yours so you don't have to worry." At this point my voice was shaking, I was scared. I don't want him to suspect that it's his. He is a wealthy man. He could hurt me and the baby just to keep his reputation clean. God knows I don't want another Patrick in my life, I only want some peace. His voice was eerily calm as he s
Standing in front of my door was no other than my new nightmare. He stood like a man on a mission his face showing no expression, his grey eyes fixed on me, anger and hatred burning through them. His eyes only mirrored mine after the initial shock of his presence weared off me. "Denise who's at the door" my mum calls out. "Nobody important mum, I'll be right in, once I'm done." I quickly reply."What are you doing here" I whisper yell as I quickly step forward and shut the door behind me. I did it so my mum wouldn't see him."Ah so you don't what your mum to know the evil you have done. Isn't that lovely, she's going to find out anyway." he steps forward."Look I have done nothing evil, it's not my fault that you don't seem to remember what transpired between us and it's fine, I've accepted my sad reality and I've moved on. Kindly do so"."I'm so sorry darling that won't be happening. The moment you carried my child inside of you and I found out, that's where life got a little bit c
The pregnancy is taking a toll on me, sometimes I wonder if it is the pregnancy or my life's never ending problem. There has been no major improvement with the sick feeling I have. "Denise… are you up Honey?, Mum calls out. "I made some soup, it will make you feel better." She hands me the soup, and I accept it. As the soup enters my mouth my taste buds come alive and the soup warms me. I hum in satisfaction."This is so good mum, thanks". "You're welcome honey, I'll be leaving for the senior home now. I volunteered to read to them and help with other stuff today. Oh and Denise there is a man in black suit that has been standing around the house. I wanted to call the police but I taught to ask you about it maybe you might know something about it before I call the police."" So he went through with it," I murmured to myself."Yeah mum he's my new bodyguard" I say."When did you start needing a bodyguard, and most of all how are you going to even pay him."" I'll explain everything to
My heart is beating rapidly with the fear of the unknown, but regardless I do not look back. My shaky hands reach for the door knob twisting it open. He says nothing as I hastily leave his office. My legs are a wobbly mess but I try to move, my heart is racing uncontrollably with each step I take. The secretary says nothing as usual but what do I care. The thought that no one is after me as I leave his office in that manner comforts me.The comfort I feel is short lived when the elevator door dings to a stop and before me is my bodyguard. His eyes are fixed on me with an intent and I feel like a cage animal. He steps out of the elevator towards me and I take fews steps backwards. There's nowhere to run to. His bulky hands reach for me."Let me go," I pleaded. But my pleadings fall on deaf ears. I twist my hands to free myself from his tight hold. His fist is iron, refusing to let loose. He pulls me towards the office I just left. I pin my feet on the floor not willing to go with him