Nothing silenced the streets of New York quite like rain. They rushed out of the car and ran into her apartment building with the rain pelting harshly against their backs. Sharing a laugh at the feat, they stood by the window, watching the rain flog the asphalt road. "What's the plan now, Beth?" Beth turned to Brandon, her eyes still alight with laughter. "What plan?" "The plan for work." Her smile didn't dim. Her chest didn't cave in. Though it was surprising, she wasn't ready to start investigating the feeling. All she did was tilt her head to the side and shrug. Something in her refused to feel discouraged. It was like her gut knew something she didn't. That someway, somehow, she would be fine. Very fine. And she relished the feeling. "I don't know." With that pixie smile still on her face, she turned back to the window. Monday morning birthed the bright sun and even brighter laptop screens. Though it was the fourth of December, the working class were still hard at work.
Friday brought Brandon to an early morning coffee session with Equilibrium magazine where they discussed technology and its advancement since the start of civilization. He was walking out of the two-hoursl long meeting— where there was no actual coffee!— when he got a call from a certain ambitious minister, telling him that his family was around and was headed to his office. After listening, for three long, torturous hours to the man's pitch on why he should be an investor, he declined as gently as he could, his Asian wife's continuous 'subtle' talk on how marriage to their daughter would be 'prestigious and proper' definitely a contribution to his refusal. As they exited his office, the Asian's glare doing nothing to affect him, exhaling in stiff irritation was all he could do not to scowl at the 'shy' smile of their 'docile' daughter. Not with that look in her eyes, she wasn't. Going to listen to his creative department talk to him about their new idea and its modus operandi for
Brandon's eyes travelled from the structure with a bouncer at the door to the female in the passenger seat. Beth's eyes were stuck on the star-shaped lights on the roof of the ridiculously large building. "You're sure this is a club? It looks like a museum." He almost laughed. "It is. Just wait till you get inside." She turned her head to look at him. "You've been here before?" More like he was part owner. "Once or twice." "Mm." She curled her lips for a split second. "What's the name of the club? I don't see a banner anywhere." He almost scoffed. "A banner? Baby, how many clubs have you been to?" Biting her lip, she glanced at him, smiled and said, "None." With that, she slid out of the car. Hurrying after her, he caught her arm right before she could make it past the red velvet rope, and spun her around. The sheer glee of excitement he saw in her eyes made his warning all the more worth giving. "Elizabeth françesca West, no alcohol." She rolled her eyes. "I know. I
There they sat, talking, reliving memories and laughing, overcome with genuine joy and a very heavy but lightweight air of wholesomeness. "Sing something," Brandon urged. Her eyes met his. His gaze held hers, waiting. She loved him so much, her heart quivered with the extent of it. She snuck a hand under his untucked shirt and placed her palm on his chest, wanting to feel him. "Copping a feel?" He arched a brow. "I'm sorry." She began to pull her hand away, but his quick grip stopped her. "No, no. I like being molested by you." She made a face. The laugh that escaped him came from deep within, throwing his head back. Giggling along with him, Beth began to sing a Mama Cass song. "Stars shining bright above you..." He pulled up in front of her apartment building. They turned to look at each other at the same time and chuckled. "I had fun tonight." "You're welcome," she responded, a sharp smugness underlining her words. "I still found no friend in the club," he reminded.
After leaving for hers the next morning only to be absent for the rest of the day and most of the next, Elizabeth showed up at his door on Sunday evening in a white polo, faded blue, baggy jeans that were folded to just above her ankles, moccasins, a black sling bag across her torso and a face cap, her smile awfully expensive. "Hey, sport!""Beth--""Go get dressed. I'm taking you out."Confused and slightly put off, Brandon folded his arms across his chest, pinning her with unyielding eyes. Rolling her eyes, she mumbled, "Ecco lo sguardo. Brandon, please?""Where have you been the past thirty three hours?""Tell you what, I'll answer all your questions and then some when you get dressed. How about that?" She bit her lip in anticipation. "No. I was working before--"She rose a brow."I'm serious.""Seriously spiting me," she injected.He rolled his eyes and turned to walk back inside. "Nope. I choose to be the more mature one out of us both. Spiting you is beneath me. Sadly." Foll
Caught in the middle. How convenient. Beth's head swiveled between the approaching figures on either side of the alleyway. Expelling a swift breath, slightly panicked and awfully irate at her ill luck, she lifted both hands up and called out, "I don't have much on me." Relishing the calm and strength in her voice, she slowly began to lower her hands. "I'm just going to take off my bag and hand it over." The figure to her right cackled something obnoxious. Beth pulled in a deep, lungs stretching breath. Her toes squirmed in her shoes. The atmosphere was all degrees of tense. The unusual quietness of the night grated at her nerves. Why hadn't she heard it before? On the other street, there was no sound of cars wheezing by. Radio silence. Had she miscalculated the time? Lost her way? Edging her eyes to the corner, she perused the slim, tall figure. Deja vu greeted her again. Subtly turning her head to the left, she scanned the silhouette of the other. The soft light of the moon
Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale...Her eyes opened a sliver. White. Too white.Darkness took her back in.Her ears caught the hum of faraway chatter. She felt so weak. Fighting to lift her eyelids, she gave up and tiredly resigned herself to listening to the ongoing buzz around her. Something soft pressed against her head. Her brows twitched. Letting out a delayed puff of air, she pushed at her eyelids and was pleased when they lifted. The first thing she saw was blue. Blue walls. Movement to the side caught her attention. Though it was hazy, she could make out the figure of a man fiddling with the curtains. Moments later, bright light flooded the room. She winced and slammed her eyes shut, easing them open again when she felt the bed beside her dip. Through her lashes, she saw a downturned head. Trying to move her mouth, she found that it was uncomfortably dry. "Brandon," she mouthed. His head flew up. "Elizabeth," he breathed. Blinking tiredly, she made to nod. He was besi
Over the next few days, Elizabeth had strictly refused a therapist, choosing to talk to her friends about it instead. She had also made up with Sherlie and had openly admitted to having a new fear of alleyways. How wonderful. Hehe. She was discharged the very next day and whilst she still looked about as coloured as a rainbow, she literally danced out of the place. Hospital beds just weren't it. At all. As soon as they arrived at Brandon's, she forced her sore body out of the car, trudged to her room, threw herself on the bed and clenched her teeth in pain."Elizabeth!""I'm okay," she wheezed. Two days passed and it had began to snow so heavily, the grounds were completely submerged. Companies shut down earlier than expected as the snow took them all by surprise, but it was all in good stride. Christmas was fast approaching, anyway. For once, New york rested. Well, as resting as New York could. Beth breathed with relief that she had gone present shopping weeks earlier. They were o
EPILOGUE One year later Brandon had travelled exactly six months after the birth of his daughter, needing to complete the project in Australia and then another in Africa. They had made a habit of speaking over video calls every day, and while it was not what Brandon wanted, he still got to watch his daughter grow. He got to hear her say her first words and was even lucky enough to see her take her first steps. Bernice was one of those kids who maintained their hair and eye colors from birth and she was absolutely gorgeous. Every time he looked at his daughter and woman, he couldn’t help but feel so thankful and protective. What would he do when she was grown enough to start going out with boys? It rose his blood pressure just thinking about it. Beth was just happy she had had Brandon for the early stages because heaven knew that it hadn’t been easy. Bernice had turned one just two days ago and was already walking, howbeit unsteadily, pronouncing a few words, had a small set o
Brandon left a week later.Not being able to accompany him because her doctor had advised against it, and being fully aware that it was a five months long trip, Beth had spent numerous nights lying in tears and even more nights lying awake. Even though they spoke as much as they could over the phone and she fell asleep to the sound of his voice a lot of the time, it still wasn’t enough. Nothing beat his physical presence. At her eighth month, Jasmine and Byron had appeared at the house and bundled her and Lola away, much to Micah’s delight. Comforting herself with the fact that she was now an aunt, Beth took to caring for her new nephew, Malachi, Sherlie as much as she could. It was a welcome distraction herself from her loneliness, too. “Beth?” She had just put the sleeping Malachi in his crib. She turned and watched Sherlie enter.“There you are. He’s asleep?”She nodded, smiling.Sherlie had her hand and was pulling her out the next second. Beth rolled her eyes an
Dedicating a whole five minutes one morning to begging her not to do anything she shouldn’t and then going ahead to prepare her a healthy breakfast of steak and vegetables because she just absolutely loved her meat, Brandon finally went and got ready for work, then devoted another five minutes into pleading with her to eat and rest. As a plus, he had somehow gotten the eight months pregnant Sherlie to leave work and come spend time with her. That afternoon, she ended up fussing over Sherlie and lulling her to sleep. Sherlie’s pregnancy wasn’t a walk in the park either and as she neared her due date, extra care had to be taken. Though, how she escaped the horrible nausea and got to go to work and do whatever she wanted, Beth didn’t know. Lucky.Rebalancing on the feet, Beth heaved and planted her hands on her waist. Looking up, she licked her dry lips and sighed. It was further than it looked. Pulling in a deep breath, she pushed up on her tiptoes again and stretched up as far as she c
After throwing up that morning and sending Brandon a small, pleading smile, they relaxed together a bit and then went for the party. No sooner than her feet touched the ground of Brian and Sherlie’s home did a wave of dizziness, so strong and overwhelming, hit her. Somehow, she was able to strengthen her grip on the car door and avoid falling to the ground. Brandon was out of the car and beside her in no time.“Beth—”“I’m okay. I promise.” She took his hand and squeezed lightly. “I’m fine,” she reaffirmed, pleading with her eyes.He was going to haul her away and apologize later when Brian and Sherlie showed up.“Beth!”She turned and went to embrace her best friend and Brandon watched her go, glaring at her back. Smiling at the hugging women, Brian approached and extended a hand to Brandon. Brandon clasped it and pulled him in for a brotherly hug.“What’s wrong, man?”Brandon glanced at the women who were now making their way into the house practically glued at the hips and said, “S
Two years later…Brandon watched his sleeping wife with a worried look on his face.She had returned from work earlier looking rather pale and drained. When he had asked her what was wrong, she had given him a weak smile and waved him off. Mere minutes later, he’d found her asleep on the couch with her laptop open in front of her. His worry had begun when he had carried Beth, the usually light sleeper, up to the room and she hadn’t budge. Not once. Less than forty minutes later, Micah had called to ask how she was. Apparently, she had been sick in the office earlier, after which she passed out. After assuring Micah, Brandon sat, lost. Why hadn’t she told him? What was wrong with her?By the time she awoke three hours later, he already had dinner ready and waiting. Pulling her down on his lap at the dining table, he held her there and just watched her eat. Beth turned after a while and finally asked,“What’s up?” His silence was unusual. After observing her for a while, he sigh
Elizabeth pulled in a deep, sharp breath and froze as pain like no other whipped and tore through her. Her body revolted instantly and wanted the intruder out with a desperation that threatened to drive her mad. She wasn’t aware of the tears that had built up and were flowing down her cheeks until she felt a gentle thumb brush against it and cup it. Then, Brandon’s ragged breaths reached her ears.Brandon was beside himself with ardent shock and raw bliss. His strength had never been put to the test like it was then. He had thought the initial opening was tight, but then…“Fuck.”His jaw was clamped shut. His body trembled. She was so tight, it was almost painful. Everything within him roared so harshly, he had trouble breathing. Yet, he remained still, stretching the quickly thinning walls of his self-control. She clung on to him like a second skin, squeezing for all she was worth. He couldn’t tell where he ended and where she begun.So tight.So very tight.“Fucking hell.” Fighting
When Brandon woke up, the sun was on its way to setting and beautiful hues of pink, light brown and the palest purple decorated the sky, giving it an eye capturing glow. The light of the sky danced into the room through the open slide doors, accompanied by the gentle evening breeze, bathing the room in gentle lights even as the breeze lifted the transparent curtains, giving the room an ethereal, peaceful feel. It was a story book sight. One a photographer would love to capture. Absolutely gorgeous, yet, as extraordinary as it was, Brandon found himself sneered and captured by the nymph partially atop him. She moved in her sleep, grazing his sleep hardened manhood with her thigh, and he closed his eyes and let out a groan.“Sorry,” she mumbled.He opened his eyes and looked down at her. At the same time, she rose sleep softened eyes up at him and smiled.“Hey.”He returned her smile. “Hey.”“Did you sleep well?”She dragged her thigh over his bulge as he went to respond and watched hi
Looking at the door, she bit her lip in contemplation and, finally making up her mind, pushed the door open. The sound of water pelting the floor reached her ears and she paused, staring at the closed shower glass. He was taking a bath? Not knowing whether to stay or go, in the next few seconds, Beth just stood there and twiddled her thumbs in thought, deciding to be brave at the last second. Creeping to the closed shower doors, she glanced behind her once to check that the door was still open just in case she needed to bolt, then rose a small fist and knocked the glass. “Brandon?” Water kept pouring. Being able to make out his blurry form through the thick, wet glass, she waited and watched, squinting her eyes to catch a reaction. Resisting the urge to press her face against the glass, she relieved her eyes of the strain and settled for waiting. No response. Pulling and biting on her cheek wall, she glanced around and knocked again. “Brandon?” She counted down the seconds, but
The next day was claimed by work, bright and early. While that was a damper, Beth took it all in good stride. After all, she was a firm believer in doing anything to get what you want.While Brandon sat at his desk in his newly incorporated home office receiving calls, sorting faxed files and taping away at his laptop, Beth was with him every step of the way, being the perfect distraction. When she wasn’t helping him sort through his papers, she was playing with Lola, bending over, taking off items of clothing—because of the terrible heat—whispering in his ear what she could just say out loud, laughing softly, or just plain staring, and whenever he caught her, she would hold his gaze, smile and turn away.2 p.m. rolled around and deciding that he needed to see some people in person and get other things sorted, Brandon announced that he was making a quick trip to the office. Now, what kind of a wife would Beth be if she didn’t tag along? After ensuring that Lola had enough food and wat