IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE wedding rehearsal, Michael would not let Zee out of his sight. He held her hand, which created the impression that they were enamored with each other.
She maintained a happy demeanor but deep inside, she was praying for a miracle. She barely prayed on a normal day. Her family believed in God but they just were not as dedicated as Inara’s family.
Michael kept her close beside him somewhere near the altar and kept talking to her softly.
To others around, he was saying something loving to her, because the expression on the handsome features of his face was generally pleasant. It gave off a relaxed air around him but in reality, he was making subtle threats, telling her how he could not wait to properly address her latest episodes of misbehavior, as he put it.
Few seconds after her desperate silent prayer, she saw her father excuse himself from the company of her mother and Reverend Anthony. Then he started advancing t
A FEW MOMENTS LATER, Zee spent some time with her family eating popcorn as they watched a movie in the living room. Israel fell asleep on her lap after some time during the movie and she laid him down on an unoccupied sofa there in the living room. After the movie ended, they said their goodnights, and her parents carried Israel with them as they returned to their room while she returned to her bedroom. As she reached her door, she felt her energy deplete suddenly, making her pause. She knew that she had gained several years. That horrible feeling was still scary even though it was no longer new to her. She reached for the door handle and was not surprised to find her hands wrinkled. She quickly opened the door and let herself inside the room. Then she locked the door and hurried over to the dressing mirror. Her reflection showed a mid-fifties version of herself. “Damn you.” She cursed at her reflection. Then she sat down and picked up her phone from
SOME MOMENTS LATER The choir sang the song from the wedding rehearsal about God blessing their union, as a flawless-looking Zee walked down the aisle in her father’s arm, her train, behind her. Beneath the veil, her eyes were on Michael who was standing gallantly before the altar with his men by his side. With Lemuel’s promise to help her, she was feeling way better but she was still scared. Still, it was inevitable that she become Michael’s wife. Michael watched his bride approach. She looked astonishing, pure, and untainted. This was the final step and she would be his. He was overwhelmed with feelings of pride that intensified more than they did during the wedding rehearsal. He could not wait for the ceremony to be over so he would take her home. Then the games would truly begin.
AFTER PHOTOGRAPHS AND felicitations that followed their joining, Zee found herself seated beside Michael in a Limousine. It was a 1952 Rolls Royce Silver Wraith with an impressive black and white exterior accented with luxury-screaming chrome. With its massive headlamps and elegantly curved fenders, the vehicle was classy and vintage, making Zee feel like royalty. They were still in their wedding clothes and he was reading something on his phone. They had not said a word to each other since getting into the vehicle. After throwing her bouquet which had been caught by Michael’s sister, they had said their goodbyes outside the church and he had immediately lifted her off her feet to the cheer of eyewitnesses, amidst which he had carried her to the luxury vehicle and gotten her inside before moving in beside her. Then the driver who she could re
Michael helped her to fix her clothing. Then he let his gaze arrest hers. “Tell me how much you enjoyed that.” At his words, shame overwhelmed her. They both knew that her body had said it all but she managed to hold onto some of her pride. She didn’t want her response to give him complete satisfaction. “I had no choice.” She responded, realizing that she sounded a bit breathless. She blamed it on the intense orgasm she had received at his hands. He tilted his head to the side and a sneer appeared across his lips. “Hmm. Forced pleasure, huh? I see it’s good for you then. Shall we go again?” He watched her blue eyes widen with panic. “No, please.” “No?” he questioned. It hinted at his warning against refusing his advances.
MICHAEL’S HOME WAS situated in an estate. The estate was large, gated, fenced, and boasted of extensive acres of orchard and several duplexes. Each duplex was wire-fenced and fitted with a fountain, garden, relaxation huts, and swimming pool. There was a field inside the estate with a basketball court and a mini-stadium. The duplexes were close to ten in number, each of them, imposing. The jet landed on an expanse in proximity to the field inside the estate. Minutes later, Zee found herself beside Michael again as a vehicle conveyed them towards one of the duplexes. It was even more imposing at closer range. Her eyes were focused on the window. “This whole place is extensive,” she commented. “This is the Ray Residence, the home of the Rays,” Michael explained. She pointed at the duplex th
“That girl is not your problem. Do you think I don’t know how some certain girls can behave out of spite? I do but that’s not my concern. My problem is you went to that hotel and generated a fake invoice and then sent me another altered invoice for the real venue that you had already paid for. My accountant raised a brow at that one immediately because your invoice couldn’t pass authentication. I had to send one of my men to ask questions and boom, the truth became glaring. Hence, I knew the truth even before personally sending both payments to you, Smartass.” “I didn’t mean…” “Keep your mouth shut.” He interrupted her sharply, silencing her again. “You knew what you were doing. To cap it up, I received your annoying stripper madness pictures from Cassandra. I know she did it out of spite but still, it beats me. Can you explain how Cassandra and her friends got so close as to influence your
Zee didn’t have any doubt that he meant what he said and she was so afraid she began making him promises. “I’ll be good. Please, I’ll be good.” “That’s wonderful to hear, Sweetheart.” He said and held her away from him, ending his solace. Her bum felt like it was burning. She badly wanted relief from the pain on her aching behind. She hoped he had a bathtub so she could soak herself inside. Inara had said it helped. She hadn’t found time to get any cooling balm because she had thought that she would be able to avoid any spanking episode. “May I use the bathroom? I would like to have a bath.” “Sure.” He replied. She had not completely stopped crying but she was getting there. “Is…is there a bathtub?” her voice was still shaky from the pain she was feelin
ZEE DELIBERATELY ELONGATED her bath time for fifteen more minutes before ending her bath and exiting the bathroom in a large blue towel she had found inside the bathroom rack. He was not inside the bathroom as expected and her luggage was nowhere in sight. However, there was a tray of food bearing plates covered with transparent covers sitting upon a bedside table by the bed. A note inside the tray immediately caught her eye, the words written in a familiar cursive writing- Your luggage is in the dressing room. It’s the door right by the bed. M. It was Michael’s handwriting and she knew that the letter M was his initial. She recognized the writing because he had drawn a time management calendar for her major tasks back at school. He still wrote letter a like the way it mostly appeared in printed books. Her food too was very familiar. It was her favorite-Seafood fried rice. Surprisingly, despite her current pain with everything
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