"Let go of me," I said fiercely as I glared at Daddy who was glaring down at me, gripping tightly onto my forearm, "I said let go of me," I repeated as I tried to pull my arm out of his hold but I knew that he wouldn't let go of me.
"You want to act like a child?" He asked me, "then I'll treat you like one," he finished as he started pulling me behind him and I tried to dig my heels into the ground to stop him but I couldn't. He was so strong that the struggle I put up seemed fruitless because he easily pulled me dragged me through the mansion.
During the dinner after that little fiasco, I could see just how upset he was, which was weird because I don’t know him that well. Even though he was casually leaned back in the chair and continuing conversation with his friends, I could feel the anger radiating off of him in waves. That’s when I started to doubt myself and questioned my actions. It was childish o
I stood at the stairs leading to the circular driveway where my cars are always parked whether it be the limo, Bentley or Rolls Royce. I wasn't a man who had a lot cars because I'm not a spender. I worked too hard for the money that I have and I work even harder to not lose it. That doesn't mean that I don't enjoy my wealth, because I do. I have three custom made luxury cars and since I'm a bachelor with no kids, I am perfectly fine with those cars. Back to the issue at hand, every morning when I step out I expect to see one of those three cars but today none of those were parked in front in the driveway because the driveway had ten matte black sports cars blocking the entire area.I was doubtful for a second as I tried to remember if I bought these cars perhaps last night because all day yesterday I had been working from home. Or maybe my siblings came to visit me except, none of them are in the country and they all prefer to travel by helicopter
Life has changed drastically these past few weeks for me. There's no progress between me and Aebischer except that he's increased my allowance in order to make sure that I stay as far away from him as possible. And I have been rightfully so, spending every bit of my allowance and buying whatever kind of unnecessary materialistic things I could think of. A private jet, a helicopter, all sorts of expensive luxury cars, a mansion for Brinney and of course, spoiling my best friends rotten.Perhaps you're expecting me to complain about this life, but the only complaint I have is Aebischer, other than that, I am a materialistic girl who now seems to have the world in her palms. I'm enjoying every bit of Aebischer's wealth and spending it accordingly."Hm, a dinner?" I repeated as I lazily walked through the mansion where all of my clothes were kept, rows and rows of millions in fashion as I threw a look over my should
I know I crossed the line. The way him and everyone else chocked or spat out their food was an indication of their surprise and shock at my statement.Almost immediately he glared at me but he quickly composed himself, kept silent for a brief moment as he looked at his family members before he excused himself and me and said we needed to leave. I couldn't be happier, I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and I didn't care about what I'd said. He deserved that, especially for not once defending me and stepping in to tell his siblings to keep quiet. The only person who seemed to be on my side was Danuser who told his sisters to stop with their questions and silly statements.I know that Aebischer and I aren’t the least bit friends with each other but he honestly could’ve stepped in and helped me out a bit. So I said what I said and I don’t care how he takes it or how his family took i
I opened my eyes to be met with two of the housemaids moving around my bedroom, as silent as they had been trained, cleaning up and tidying up the mess I'd made last night. I rubbed my eyes, irritated with the amount of sunlight pouring into my bedroom. I turned my face away to be met with the usual sight of bleached hair fanned out all over my chest.I lifted my arm, seeing my wristwatch was still on me as I looked at the time. 10... too late. I placed my hand beneath Sophia's head, to move her off my chest but she groaned, shifting, and making me feel her naked chest on my own naked one."Mm, Daddy don't leave me," Sophia spoke in her best German, but she couldn't speak it well. She was part of the few who spoke Italian but I hated the language and she knew that, so she spoke German.She was clingy, like most of my mistresses and I didn't have a problem with that. As long as she didn't f
I was frightened to my very core and traumatised beyond words and description. By the time I'd woken up in the private hospital, hooked to tubes and wires, drips in my arm and surrounded by thick warn clothes and blankets- my throat was raw and bleeding, my fingers were frozen in a sickening position because of me trying to claw my way out. My toes were frozen and far apart and I could barely move any of my body parts.I think the doctors operated on my throat but I'm not sure because they advised me to not speak for two weeks because I practically destroyed my vocal cords with my screams.When I was finally discharged from hospital, crippled in a chair because I still couldn't walk for some reason, I had lost everything. Aebischer had taken everything from me; the houses, the cars, the jets and most of the stuff I had purchased during my shopping sprees.Martina told me that I wouldn't be allowed to leave th
"My baby, I've missed you so much," my mother's voice filled with love and yearning met my ears as I felt her warm big arms embrace me like they always did.Just that single hug took me all the way back to when I was just a small child. I felt like I was going down memory road, remembering the days when my mother would be there whenever I needed her."Mama, do you always have to be waiting for me?" I asked my mother as I threw my schoolbag off my shoulder."I know, baby, but you've been working so hard and I know school's been tough for you. You're writing trials now and I can see that you're not sleeping," she said softly as she took my hand and led me to my bathroom."Aww, mummy," I cried out as I saw the bubble bath she had set up for me, "mama, you didn't have to. Thank you so much!"She wrapped her ar
"You called for me," I simply said as I stood at the doorway of the home bar and saw Aebischer already seated, drinking from a whisky glass.His head lifted at the sound of my voice and he turned to look at me, just giving me a slight nod of recognition as I entered into the room. My hands were gathered in front of me, the fingers interlocked together and my footsteps were a bit hesitant.Did I not behave last night? I was sure I was the perfect date. I smiled when he did, I giggled when he chuckled, I was quiet when he spoke and spoke only when spoken to. I sat down when he told me to and only socialised with those trophy wives as we bonded over our arranged marriages."Did I do something wrong?" I asked him as I took the chair across from him and tried to calm myself down because I was afraid that with one wrong word he would send a bullet through my head."Not
A wide happy smile, empty eyes that gave nothing away and a lowered voice. I was always for the appearances as I descended down the grand staircase and I looked at the three women dressed in their designer dresses that looked straight off of a fashion runway."Ladies," I began, widening my smile and becoming the perfect hostess, "welcome to my," I pointed around the grand looking foyer, "humble abode," I descended the grand spiral staircase with railings made from gold and steps tiled from actual gold.Beverly stood up from the plush red and gold sofas, placing her teacup back onto the golden glass table and walked to me. Her curves were showing in the off shoulder, ankle length ruby red dress that showed a subtle amount of the top of her breasts and her tiny waist. Her silver high heels matched with her silver diamond jewellery that was most definitely to be admired.Her makeup was as flawless
"Oh my god," I said breathlessly as I staggered to my feet and looked at her, "you look so beautiful..." my eyes looked over the lace dress that contrasted with the dark ground and the gloomy looking air around the graveyard, she had her veil on and it dragged far behind her. She looked like an angel, an angel that God had kept all to himself."Really?" She smiled as she picked up the front of her dress and walked towards me and I met her halfway, unable to stop myself from holding her hands in mine and stepped even closer to her."I...oh my god," I chuckled, "wow..." And here I thought I knew beauty."What are you doing here?" She asked me delicately, her tiny hands clutching mine a little bit harder.I looked around and then at her, until the same question left my lips, "what are you doing here?""Daddy," she began, furrowing her eyebrows, "it's
"I've never seen you looking so handsome, my baby," my mother said as she looked at me with adoring eyes, her hands on my tie, trying to do it perfectly. Her fingers began to clean off the invisible lint on the expensive suit, "how are you feeling?" She asked me and I looked down at her and moved a hair that was resting on her eyelash."Unprepared," I said honestly, "I can't believe I'm getting married today," I admitted and she hummed in response."It's ok to be nervous and unsure, marriage is a big step.""You didn't really give me a choice.""You always had a choice, honey. You just chose your own path," she smiled at me as she finally stepped back and I looked down at my brand new shoes, fascinated by the shining shoe."There's something that I need to do," I said to her, "I need to talk to ouma and pa. I can't do this without consu
"What is there to talk about?" I asked him as he decided that we take the stairs instead of riding in the lift and reaching the rooftop quicker."I just wanted this time alone with you," he said, his eyes looking straight ahead as I gazed at him, confused, thinking and worried, "I understand that things are moving a bit too fast and it's overwhelming even for me. So, maybe a little one on one wouldn’t hurt any of us."I cleared my throat and nodded my head, "yeah, I am a bit nervous. It feels like time is moving so fast. One moment I hate you, the next I'm kissing you in the foyer of your home in front of your servants."He chuckled when I said that, "we've taken a complete 180. I swore to myself it wouldn’t happen but I just never stood a chance.""Are we ready for this, Aebischer?" I asked him even though I knew that we weren’t. Well maybe I s
I heard a knock on the hotel suite door and I sighed, choosing to ignore it. Time couldn't have slowed down, even for me. It was just an ordinary night outside of this five star hotel that had been rented out for this evening, exclusively for the Aebischer's and my family and friends. Outside of these luxurious walls, were people who went about their night as normally as they do.There was probably some child being tucked into bed at this hour, or a group of teenage girls sitting around on the floor during a sleepover and talking about boys. Or maybe a group of boys hollering as they dare each other to do something stupid and life threatening, or maybe a family that sat around their dining table and are laughing at every silly thing. I don't know. I just feel like there's more joy out there than I can ever experience. A joy I'm jealous of.I felt sick to my stomach, I wasn’t ready for this. This was all just way too soon an
I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t much after that phone call. I smiled as the words that he told me echoed in my head and I didn’t know how to contain the happiness that I felt. The most important emotion right now was gratitude. Just the thought of how my life would’ve changed if I had been HIV positive terrified me. The uncertainty had been killing me and the thought of having HIV was spine chilling. Coming from a continent where this disease kills so many others, I know there's a stigma about those who have it and I feared to be a part of the many with this disease. Health is wealth and this just further probes me to be as careful as I can be.I looked outside the window, watching us pull into the familiar driveway of Aebischer's home and a whole zoo was let out in my stomach. What now? After his confession what do I do? What do we do? I don’t love him, I know that much but I feel for him. I'm st
The world seemed black and white today so maybe that's why I dressed up in colour. It felt all too much like the ending of the world, even though as I looked at all of the faces that the Bentley Mulsanne drove by, were smiling and laughing. Even though I saw a group of teenagers posing silly and making funny faces as they stood in the middle of the road, taking videos and pictures.It felt much like the sky was slowly crashing down on me, it felt like the car was moving too fast, and that time wasn't giving me a moment to decide what I should be feeling. The fact that I actually felt heartbroken was making me angrier and frustrated than the emotions of fear and uncertainty. I'd let down the walls I didn't even know I had and let myself beg Aebischer to be there for me.How can he claim to have feelings for me but be scared of me because of my condition?But then again, I don't blame him. E
I'm a virgin, in every sense of the word. Perhaps the word untouched is more appropriate. My body has been free from any male touches, this excludes hugs from my father and brother but even with them I was very strict about being touched. I didn’t like to hold hands and I particularly didn’t appreciate anything more than a handshake from other males. At times I wouldn’t even shake their hands, I would just give a nod of acknowledgement because I felt that I didn’t owe any man anything. Except my father but he`s an asshole so my statement still stands.I`ve always treated my body like a precious jewel that nobody had the privilege to ever get to hold. I carried myself with dignity and respect and that’s not to say that other females are not precious because all women are precious and deserve all the respect in the world.The only man to have ever touched my body in any way was Aebischer.
My foot couldn't have pressed harder on the accelerator than it was right now as I tried to calm myself down. My clothes were still wet and I didn't care that I was messing up the expensive seats of the Lamborghini that I was driving, all I wanted to do was drive and drive as far as I possibly could. Drive far away from the memory of Celeste's lips on mine."Fuck!" I exclaimed as I banged my fist on the steering wheel, not bothered with the fact that it was the third time I'd done so. I grit my teeth and raised the volume higher, blasting the unfamiliar song through my speakers impossibly louder.She takes me to a theatre and gives me some tattoos and the next thing I know, I can't stay away from her and I'm kissing her and doing whatever I can to make her happy or even a little more comfortable.I found myself recklessly driving into the driveway of the familiar mansion, and I pressed hard on t
"Whe- where's the car?" I asked as we both stepped out of the restaurant and I looked around, not seeing the Bentley that had dropped Aebischer and I off. It was supposed to be right here at the door."Bloody hell," I heard Aebischer complain and I saw him from the corner of my eye as he took out his cell phone from his pocket and began typing on it before he put it to his ear.I looked around, "and it's raining," I yelled over the rain, "tell them to get here quick!" I yelled a bit too loudly at Aebischer and he narrowed his eyes at me as he talked on the phone."Well, what did he say?" I asked him as he cut the call and he looked at me."That he has a flat tyre and he doesn't know how that happened," he said as he scrolled through his phone, "I'm calling the other drivers, they'll be here as soon as possible."I looked at the downpour