Zee's heart was still pounding as Michael carried her back to their bedroom. Once he opened the door, a sniffle escaped her lips and a fresh outburst of tears took over her, surrendering her to body wracking sobs.
Michael knew she was crying out of her fear of him, thinking he was still going to drill her. He could feel the slight tremors of her body against his.
“Shh.” He said gently. ‘I’m not going to touch you, I promise.” he assured her, walking inside the room, shutting the door, and setting her down on her feet. “Stop crying, it’s okay. I’m not that angry anymore, I promise. Come here.” He hugged her and kissed her sweaty forehead. “It’s okay, Baby. Stop crying.” He gently caressed her hair, speaking softly to her. He soothed her that way until she stopped crying. “That’s it.” He encouraged. “Come with me.” He released her from his embrace and stared into her damp eyes. “Trust me, okay?”
She nodded.
“Come and sit with me. I want to listen to you
The following morning, Michael brought Zee breakfast in bed. He had made it himself. The breakfast consisted of banana pancakes and richly made coffee. She thanked him and enjoyed it. Later, under a surreal-looking sunny sky, Zee found herself learning self-defense moves with a security agent Michael had assigned to help her. They were in an open field somewhere in the Ray estate. Michael was drinking chilled soda as he watched Zee from the car. Dressed all sporty for the lesson, she was sweaty and exhausted. The lesson had been going on for an hour. She gave him a pleading look in between blocking a mock punch directed at her face. "I'm tired." She gasped out, frowning with exasperation, her voice, whiny. It was the fourth time she was telling him that. She had started complain
Michael's eyes were shut as he waited for the result of her decision. Frankly, he could not predict her action right now, and he didn't even want to do that. "Kill me now, Zee." He urged her without opening his eyes. Zee still had the gun pointing at his chest. Her mind was a whirlwind. A heavy feeling of dejection had overcome her system. It told her that love conquered all. Still, her finger went for the trigger and touched it. She knew that they could both hear the cock of the gun. She noticed no tension from Michael. What a Don, she thought. Then she pulled the trigger, releasing a couple of bullets as her shots were fired. *** Michael slowly opened his eyes and saw her. Zee had her back to him. She had turned and taken the s
In Michael's absence, Zee didn't go searching for a job. She found that now she had the freedom of doing so, the drive was not as strong as it had been. Admittedly, most of her actions were borne out of rebellion. When Michael called and inquired if she had started searching, she said she was taking her time. He had just laughed it off and wished her well. Zee was bored out of her mind by the second day, so she decided to travel back to her home state. She didn't tell Michael. They were both good now, so she didn't see the point. She had gone by road, driving there on a whim after shopping for bedroom groceries in their bedroom. When she was back home, she called Glory and informed him that she was back in the state, saying Michael asked her to pick up something from a client. She told the same lie to her parents
"Hey, Darling." Michael's deep voice filled the phone. "Hi." Zee forced a smile. "How are you?" "Fine, thanks. You?" "Great. Thanks," she responded. "Where are you right now?" "I’m in the bedroom." "I see that you're about to go to bed." "Yes, Sexy Guy." Zee decided to flirt in order to lighten her fear. "Hmm. I see someone is boldly flirting on the phone." "Only with you, Sir." "I prefer it that way." "It's part of the rules." She said teasingly. *** LEMUEL AND INARA'S PHONE CALL "Hi, Baby Girl, how are you?" Lemuel's voice came through the phone, warm and deep. "Fine. Thanks." "Where are you?" "Bedroom." "Which one?" Inara paused in confusion. "Which one?" "It could be the guest bedroom? We both know that you like to sleep there sometimes." "Oh, yeah that's true, but I am
MOMENTS BEFORE THE PHONE CALLS It was evening and hours after the successful shooting of Lemuel's Orchard Mist Advert, Starring Michael. Sitting down over a drink at the luxury hotel restaurant they were lodged at, Lemuel and Michael were watching a clip from the ad. They had their eyes glued to a tab withstand on the table they were occupying. In the video, he was in a dark suit inside a red luxury car. He pulled up before an exotic movie theater, sprayed on the orchard mist perfume, and stepped out of the car, a small smile on his lips. His amber eyes were alluring. A group of people, around ten in number, who were around outside the building, turned in his direction in admiration. Michael paused the video. "At this point, there will be some visible aroma digitally done so when they start inhaling the sweet scent and running over to you..." Lemuel tapped the play button and the people began inhali
"Must we stay outside to welcome them?" Inara asked. "Can't we just stay indoors?" "We could, but there is no point. Each time my husband is back from travel, I have to welcome him out here. He prefers it that way." "Oh my God, that's my mum and dad for you." "I know." "Well, we can just pretend not to know that they are back," Inara suggested. "You're right." Zee agreed. "Let's go back inside." They held hands and headed towards the entrance of the house. They had barely taken more than five steps when Zee's phone started ringing with Michael's ringtone. She paused with a sigh, making Inara pause alongside her. "What is it?" Inar
As Inara whipped past her, a wave of regret hit Zee over trying to blame her. She hadn't meant to. She had been driven by fear, knowing that Michael would punish her, but might be lenient if he believed that the whole thing wasn't her idea. Michael's leniency was barely bearable, so she had to protect herself by thinking of herself first. Zee hastened her steps so that she would try and catch up with Inara. She managed to reach a foot behind Inara by the time they closed in on the stairs. "Inara." She called, hoping to make her pause, so she could render a quick apology. "Leave me alone!" Was Inara's response as she ran up the stairs and she didn't stop until she was inside the guest bedroom. Zee was just reaching the door of the guest bedroom when Inara slammed it shut. "I'm sorry." She still apologized. "Tell that to the guys," Inara said tearfully and dismissively. "They don't care about whose idea it wa
"Close the door, baby girl." He said and she became aware that she had been frozen in place. Swallowing hard, she shut the door but remained standing just inside the door. She made no move to step forward. "Looks like your friend is getting her comeuppance pretty fast. Aren't you lucky?" "I..." "Shhh." He said, one finger swiftly crossing his lips to emphasize his command, so she fell silent. "Now, by your judgment, is this grander?" It took her a few seconds to realize that he was talking about the room. Her emotions were all over the place, due to her fear. Her fear was even more intensified by what was currently happening to Zee in the bedroom. Michael was not playing. She could hear the belt rising and falling, Zee pleading. Shivers danced over her spine. She nodded in response to Lemuel's question. She could not find her voice. "Mr.Ray says, this room is for whenever they have government officials as guests, you kn
ONE MONTH LATERBy evening in the Ray Mansion, Zee stood at the diner table, watching the Rays eat a meal of fried rice and turkey."Well?" She asked because she had made the food herself.Michael gave her a smile which she returned, somewhat nervously, because she was waiting for the verdict of everyone concerning her cooking.She was confident that she had done well, but she still needed comments.During her catering classes, she had learned that the customer was always right.To her, it was a debatable point, but in that regard, she planned to pick her battles so she would stand a better chance of winning."The food is perfect as always." Said Michael, giving her a wink."You always say that." She said shyly, blushing at his open flirting before everyone."Thanks." She still managed to mumble.The others at the table threw them teasing looks and smiles."Sir Dean, please say something." Zee eagerly urged Michael's father."My latest daughter, I believe that you will do excellently a
"Zee, she's a terrible person. But we have to help her." Said Inara."How? We don't know anything.""We don't have to. I have an idea already. As a staunch church girl. As a bonafide daughter of a Reverend." She gave Cassy a pointed look. "As the silly daughter of a Preacher, I have an idea we can try.""I'm sorry I called you a silly daughter of a Preacher." Cassy apologized."No problem," Inara responded and faced Zee."Let's find matches and fuel or something.""Why?" Zee asked."We are going to burn the book," Inara said and led the way inside the shed. They followed behind her and searched for a lighter.Cassy worked hard, searching too. At that moment they were working together.Cassy found a lighter and handed it over to Inara. Zee found a lantern there, so she shook it. There was oil inside.Outside, the rain had stopped. Zee carried the book out to the yard and Inara poured the oil on it. Then Cassy set the book on fire.As it started to burn, a dark malevolent voice could be
"Whatever." Cassy told Inara. "Inny, you didn't need to come," Zee told Inara. "I called you. You didn't take my calls. I had no choice." Inara responded. "That's because I was already on my way. My car won't start so I had to use the bike." "Okay. No problem." "How did you leave the house? Was Lemuel there? "No. He is out with friends. He said one of his business partners is getting married and has enlisted him as one of the groomsmen. They are having a meeting." "Okay, that's cool," Zee said. "I hate to spoil your friendship party, but I've got a game to play and interesting pictures to reveal if I don't get to play," Cassy announced.
At that moment she got a call from Cassy and reviewed it. "Hello, Cassy." "Should I send the pictures or not?" "Cassy, you have to give me time but we can go for Violet May first thing tomorrow." "Hmm. Fine, but once we are back you're sending my money or your husband sees your slutty actions." "Yes, no problem. Can I bring Inara?" "Why?" "Because she has a way with words. She might be better at convincing Violet." "No." Cassy decided. "Nice try. You want to bring support so you both overpower me? No way." "That's not my intention." "I said no. Tomorrow what time?" "I will speak with Violet and let you know." "You better be fast," Cassy said ending the call. Zee called Violet May and tried to set up a meeting. Violet May demanded to know the purpose and Zee decided to be open about it. Cassy was blackmailing her just so she would be forced to convince the sp
After a few minutes, lost in thoughts, her phone rang with Cassy's call, so she answered. "Make that one million bucks." She said. "I forgot that you're married to a billionaire." "Cassy, I don't have that kind of money." "Oh, come on. There are many places you can borrow from. Your husband, then your best friend's husband, even your parents. I mean, you have so many options. Pick one." "Nobody will give out money just like that. Money doesn't grow on trees." "You're creative. I saw the grand opening ceremony where it was mentioned that you named that new joint Dine Together. I also saw the article where you were credited for naming that other joint Pause and Eat. Turns out you do have some rare talent. So use your creativity and get the money. I didn't ask for a million. I asked for half a million, which is way beneath the original price had you and your friend's husbands just paid the damn ransom. You stole my wealthy man. This is just me ge
ONE WEEK LATER In an elegantly dressed hall, dinner guests seated around intercontinental dish-filled tables with sparkling wine filled glasses, admired the occupants on the stage. The occupants were Michael, Lemuel and their spouses. The four were dressed in dinner outfits as well. Lights flashed as photographers took pictures of the four. A large projector on stage displayed the theme of the event which showed that Michael and Lemuel's collaboration had come to fruition. The event was the grand opening ceremony of the business they had opened in San Jonas. It was an event center with a wine depot on the side. Michael owned the depot and Lemuel owned the even
Cassy waited on the bench, refusing to give up, even though thirty minutes had elapsed since she last heard from Violet May. She repeatedly tapped her foot on the floor while frequently checking the time on her wrist watch. Unable to wait any longer, she rose to her feet and gave the door a knock. "What is going on?" She asked. "Go away." Came Violet's voice from inside. "What?" Cassy was perplexed. "Go away." "I've wasted my time here. And you say I should just go away? "Yes." "Are you even for real?" "Just go away. I am having mood swings."
Outside the Cabin, at a small distance, Michael and his entourage parked by the express. Morning fog slightly blurred the air. As the backseat was opened for him, the guard told him not to bother as they would handle everything. "That's my wife." Michael said, pulling out his gun and getting off the car. "Thanks, but I won't sit here." All the other men were outside and at Michael's signal, they poured towards the cabin on foot. In a matter of minutes, they had the cabin surrounded. Inside the room where the hostages were, their captors had gone impatient. "Your husbands are not communicating." Sam's partner said through gritted teeth. "Maybe we need to send footage of one part of your bodies missing. Perhaps they need such violent motivation." Zee and Inara begged with their eyes, struggling and grunting with great efforts that merely shifted their seats slightly. They could not utter any words or cry out because by now, the guys had
Michael was furious as he dressed up. He hadn't exactly left Elizabeth without security. He had kept one of his men to tail her, but keep his distance. He felt that since she was in San Jonas, there would be no real threat to her. Gosh! He had messed up big time. If anything bad happened to her, he would not be able to forgive himself. He had already called his men and told them to get ready. His head of security was already talking to their cartel branch in San Jonas. It was funny how these things worked. Every bad guy had a superior and the superiors were connected to Dons. Only men like him had the slim chance of calling off the kind of crime being committed. He finished wearing a dark blazer over dark fitted jeans and hurried out of the room. Sitting at the backseat of the car as Marcus drove with mad speed down the quiet express road, he called Lemuel and told him not to bother coming out as he would handle everything. Lemu