I took my time as I descended the stairs because I knew that they were already waiting for me- I was after all, over an hour late. I wasn’t late just to be spiteful…ok, maybe I was, but just a little. But I was spending all of that time, making sure that I was going to look perfect.
Everything of mine tonight had to be absolutely perfect.
My short hair had been brushed smoothly against my scalp, my eyelashes were long and sparkled whenever I blinked. My lips were painted a deep dark red that seemed light against my dark skin tone and my contouring was flawless. My facial structure has always been fierce, but tonight I was confident that I looked like a Goddess. I was also thankful that I had taken that 6 months make up course from a famous makeup artist because those skills had come in handy today, and my hands did not disappoint.
I wanted to make a statement the second I stepped out of my bedroom and wh
It was such a relief that I had gotten that off my chest finally, it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I couldn’t really gauge his reaction to be honest but his already thin lips were set in a straight line and his eyes seemed... well, I was never really good at reading people so I can't decipher his mood. But it was definitely sombre and awkward, which was why I needed to take leave.Phew, breaking hearts is a lot of work I really shouldn’t do this ever again. My first date had started off well, but now, well now it's not a date anymore.Silently, I stood from the chair, moving my dress to allow myself to properly stand as I straightened up and was about to walk passed him before he gripped my wrist and stopped me.I froze as I turned my head to look at this man, baffled at his action, "let go of my wrist," I said strongly as I tried to move my wrist out of his strong hold but he was gripping it t
"Hey, it's Thembisa. Listen, I was just checking up on you. You're not picking up your phone calls, bruh, you're not even on Twitter anymore so I know something's going on. Listen, I'm here if you need to talk. Whatever you're going through I'm here for you, don't forget that. You don't have to go through anything alone. My gun is ready and my car is ready so I'm ready to kill a motherfucker. I love you, neh, don't forget that."I almost laughed at that voicemail as I stared at my darkened phone screen.I clicked for the next voicemail."Uh, hello boss, it's Lesedi. I've been trying to call you but it's taking me straight to voicemail. I wanted to tell you about, uh, t-the, what's it called? Oh yeah, deliveries. We got, I think it's fifty cows...the bodies of the cows...no, the skeleton of the cows... wait, how do I say it? Eish, ja, you know what I mean. We've been selling enough, and I stay last to loc
"Hey, are you ok?" Was the first thing that I heard as I walked out of my bathroom, with my towel wrapped around me and found Thembisa lying on my bed. She jumped from where she was, ran towards me and before I could even say another word she hugged me like her life depended on it."Seriously, what's your problem, Celeste?" She snapped as she hugged me even tighter and I couldn't help but just return the hug with just as much intensity, "you had me worried sick! I was calling and you weren't picking up, you weren't going to work, your parents told me you weren't talking to them either, you have to tell me what's going on!" She stressed as she pulled back from me and looked over my face and I tried to keep it together, I really did but I didn't know what to do. The next thing I knew I was crying into her shoulder as she tried to hush me."I don't know what to do," I admitted hopelessly as I gripped onto her and let out everythi
I had been dreading today.All night, I spent it in my bedroom, locked inside it and praying to God that the sun wouldn’t rise. I wanted to just run away, I really did but I was scared to. I could just sense that Daddy would definitely not be happy about my decision and he would do something that would definitely make me regret running away. So, I stayed put. I tried to distract myself by calling my friends but they were all too busy enjoying their cars and money to even talk to me for more than fifteen minutes which was fine, I guess.I sat up all night just wondering how the next day's events would commence and I was expecting the worst but surprisingly, I felt like I was the first lady of the country the way I had been treated so far.When the sun had risen, my bags were packed and I was waiting patiently for the man to come and pick me up and let me be on my way to Switzerland.&n
"Ah, you've finally decided to bless me with your presence I see," was the first thing that I said as I strutted into the room, that Martina had told me was the Home Bar.The bar, unlike the rest of the old home, was definitely modern and was on its own floor because Martina had told me that Aebischer likes to host his brothers over quite frequently so they needed more space. There was an entire section, wall to wall just covered in all kinds of expensive liquor, along with a long bar island and bar stools. On the other section there was a pool table, a bowling alley and several gambling tables.The home bar resembled a casino.Daddy was sitting down, drinking from a glass of champagne as he simply raised an eyebrow at my statement. He was wearing a suit, and I expected nothing less than the expensive looking material and the stone cold face as his eyes looked me over and what I was wearing.&nbs
"Good morning, sir," Martina greeted me as I opened my bedroom door and I looked at her as I buttoned up my shirt to the very top. She almost bowed at me, and I'm pretty certain she would have if I wasn't walking as though she wasn't besides me, "I hope you slept well-""Most certainly," I responded, "I slept like a baby," I replied as one of the housemaids rushed in my direction with my briefcase in their hands and swiftly handed it to me as I walked right past them, "but I didn't call you to talk to me about my sleeping. I called you to talk to you about Celeste, my fiancé.""Understandable," she replied with a strict cold tone.Martina was a dangerous woman, one you wouldn't suspect to be who she really is. She's been trained in the arts of assassination for well over 30 years and knows how to kill a man with a paper clip and rubber band in more than 14 ways. She's not one to be
"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
"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