Zee wondered where he was staying in town.
“Where are you staying in town?” she asked, her intention, to pick a spot close to his area. She hoped it was quite far from her home so that she would take some time, organizing her mind as she went.
“Eagle Hotel.”
Zee knew the place. The Eagle hotel was close to Inara’s family house and it was where Cassy and her friends had set her up with the bridal shower, getting her in trouble with Lemuel. Zee could not stand those bullies. She hoped she would never have to cross paths with any of them again.
“The Eagle hotel is fine if you ask me.”
“Great. We will meet at the restaurant, then. See you tomorrow. Is 2:00 pm okay with you?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Bye, Zee.”
“Bye.”
Zee ended the call. She should feel much calmer now that she had started the game but she did not. She was feeling all tensed up. She fell back on the bed. Then she took a deep breath and concentrated on getting some sleep.
Hours passed and the night faded, bringing in a new day that went by until Zee’s appointed time to meet with Michael, came.
Staring at her reflection in the dressing mirror in her bedroom, she didn’t see any reason why she should change herself for him or anyone.
She had been a crazy girl for a long time and he didn’t have to see her differently. After all, she wasn’t really looking to be attached to him. This was just a game. She was fine the way she was. Besides, he had a fiance, which meant that the end of this game was predictable.
Zee was wearing black slip-on shoes, black skinny and extremely rugged jeans, and a red long sleeve shirt. Her long hair was center-parted and braided on each side, the braids, resting on her back. She was wearing a magnetic nose ring because she could not bring herself to have her nose pierced. Actually, she could not stand any sort of pain and was afraid of having her nose pierced.
Long artificial eyelashes surrounded her brown eyes, dark eye pencil, circled her eyelids and she had on smokey eye makeup and a black shade of lipstick. She was not ready to please anyone. This was all her. It was her attention-grabbing look.
She picked up her cross-body bag and wore it. Then she smiled at her reflection in the mirror and exited her bedroom.
She saw her parents seated at the dining table, admiring an African-looking sculpture of a man. Their collections were all they really cared about. They were both middle-aged but always looked younger because of their active lifestyle and adventure kind of work, being collectors of anything interesting or with some sort of history attached to it.
“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Daniel.”
They looked at her.
“We are your parents.” Her father said, his blue eyes resting on her. “So stop calling us that.”
Her mother’s brown eyes briefly rested on hers and returned to the sculpture. “Going out?” she asked without sparing her another glance.
Zee laughed and they both shook their heads at her.
“Yeah, I’m going out.” She answered.
“Okay. Have fun.” Her mother said distractedly, her finger tracing the sculpture in a delicate manner.
“Allowances, intact?” her father asked.
“Sure.”
“Okay. Have fun.” He said and returned his attention to the sculpture.
“Darling, this will make a great addition to our stash.” He said to her mum.
“Yeah. I think we are ready to open our own Museum.”
“I think so too.”
“You’re both planning to open a museum?” Zee asked.
“Yes.” They chorused.
“But we haven’t made the final decision.” Her father added.
“Okay.”
“Enjoy your day.” Her mum said.
“Thanks,” Zee responded, although their attention had already returned to the sculpture. It was as though, any moment they spent talking with her was a waste of time. Well, they were living their lives. She had to live hers.
Zee headed out towards the main door. She was used to the fact that they never bothered about her destination. She knew that if it were Inara, it would not be the same. Inara’s parents would want to know. Now, Inara had Lemuel. He also would definitely want to know. As for her outfit, neither Lemuel nor Inara’s parents would ever let her dress like that. But here she was, free as a bird. Yet, she was not feeling free. She was feeling abandoned.
Zee shut the door behind her, got into her truck, and drove off into the afternoon, with loud rock music about how freedom could sometimes feel like a prison, blaring from the car’s radio. Whoever the male artist was, he had talent, she thought. The timing of the song couldn’t have been more perfect.
Zee drove past Inara’s home and slowed down as she saw Amara heading out towards the curb. Inara’s sister was always so poised and graceful. She really admired Amara because of that. Zee parked by the curb.
“Hey, Amara.” She greeted, winding down her glass.
“Hi, Zee, what’s up?”
“Great. Need a lift?”
“Thanks. I already called an Uber.”
“I see you still haven’t killed your fear of driving.”
Amara shrugged. “Yeah.”
“You should.” Zee encouraged her.
“I’ll try.”
Zee noticed a black Mazda approach and park opposite her on the curb. “I guess that’s your ride.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Okay, see you.”
“Bye.”
“You can be like Inny, you know. She can drive anything she puts her mind to.”
Amara laughed. "I’ll try, Zee.” She said and they waved each other off. Zee drove off as Amara walked across the street towards the waiting car.
As Zee drove forward through the streets, thoughts of what she had to do in a short while, occupied her mind. It scared her, especially now that she had to do it face to face.
Zee became distracted at the sight of a couple hugging by a familiar-looking CAMRY parked along the roadside. She could recognize that the girl was Cassy.
Zee rolled her eyes in disdain and drove past them as they went from hugging to kissing. For all she knew about Cassy, the girl was never short of lovers or boyfriends.
They were still kissing as she could see from her rearview mirror. She ignored them and concentrated on the road ahead of her. Cassy was not her problem. The last dare was.
It took her a few minutes to reach the Eagle hotel and then before long, she was at the doorway of the restaurant, her eyes on Michael who was occupying a seat at the end of the room. There were a few guests inside and he was drinking water from a glass.
She stepped inside and all eyes rested on her briefly. She was used to it and she knew it was because of her appearance. The eyes that had landed on her, included Michael’s but his amber eyes lingered on hers. Her heart skipped a beat as he rose to his feet.
He seemed to have grown taller and looked to be about 6 feet. He and Lemuel could be around the same height. Michael was twenty-six, though, and about five years older than she was. She herself was twenty-one and a year older than Inara.
He had an athlete’s body because he played basketball for fun and he was attractive and laid back. He always had been, which was why she felt like she did not deserve him.
She had secretly been afraid that if she accepted him, her good girl time would elongate. Even while they were friends, as a senior, he would make sure she did not miss her classes. He had not lost the enigmatic look his dark hair and rare eye color gave him. If anything, it seemed more pronounced now that he was older.
Zee felt like she did not know him anymore. She was feeling quite intimidated. Zee realized that she did not know what he did for a living. Damn, how time flies. Besides, she never really knew him.
She noticed he was dressed in a black short sleeve shirt that emphasized his toned arms. His eyes swept over her from head to toe and Zee knew he had just perused her dressing. If he was pleased or displeased, it did not show. She didn’t really care. She was not here to please him. She was here in honor of the last dare so that she would survive.
She smiled at him, encouraged by the wink he gave her, and then she was walking towards him. They say girls had respect for the guys who took their virginity. To her, it was true. No matter what she did, she could never forget him.
She wished she had gotten high a bit before hitting the road. A great part of her self-confidence came from alcohol but no one knew that. Not even Inara. It was pathetic but hell, who cared?
She was surprised when he held out his arms for her and enveloped her in a warm hug but she hugged him back, loving his earthy sandalwood cologne. She felt his breath on the skin of her neck and his mouth at her ear.
“You look very rebellious, Elizabeth.” He whispered in her ear. “Still trying to prove to the world that you care for nothing, I see.” Then he raised his voice to a quiet tone. “Nevertheless, I never thought I’ll be happy to see you, but I am quite delighted.”
Zee decided to be honest about her feelings. “I’m glad too.” She responded. “But concerning the rebellious look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You do, Elizabeth. And just so you know, if I was responsible for you, you will definitely dread the thought of me finding you in this persona.” Zee found herself speechless and frozen for a second. In that moment, he held her back from him, breaking up the embrace. Then his lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk. “Sit down, Zee. I do not bite. But you already know that.” He sat down and watched her recover from the earlier shock of his words. “Persona?” she asked wonderingly as she sat down. “Are you saying that I’m not real?” He did not respond immediately. Instead, he was staring intensely into her eyes. It reminded her of how he had looked at her when he was deflowering her, his manhood, piercing her, making her a woman. She couldn’t stand any sort of pain, so she had cried b
She was frozen in shock as he spoke. “I don’t know why you keep doing this but the fake image you keep presenting is completely unnecessary. The reason I was on your neck in school was that I knew you needed the pressure. If I had not been a kind of a thorn in your flesh, you would have been sloppy with your classes and finally end up a dropout. That probably is something you will eventually regret. Then who would you blame? Your parents? Sure, but in the end, everyone is responsible for what they turn out to become based on the choices they make.” “Please stop…” “I have not finished talking.” He interrupted coarsely and she fell silent but her heart was vibrating with tension and denial as he continued. “It is clear that somehow, all you want is attenti
Zee’s eyes grew huge with alarm and when she looked at the rear-view mirror, the car was nowhere in sight. It seemed to have disappeared into thin air. What she saw behind her was an approaching Peugeot. It felt like she was reliving the last few minutes as the group of trailers that had made her stay behind the mysterious beetle, slowly approached. She did not realize that she had slowed down until she began to hear the impatient blare from the Peugeot behind her. “Come on, step on it.” She heard a man’s voice yell from the vehicle but she was still too shocked by what had just happened to move any faster. Buried in shock, she managed to keep driving until the trailers finished passing by her, and then the Peugeot fell into line beside her with the driver cursing out at her.
The Spiritualist’s home was an abandoned truck on a quiet street on the outskirts of the city. It was situated a kilometre away from the street, resting behind a backdrop of trees that led into the woods. A gas station, an ATM stand, a call booth, and an average standard motel, were the neighboring structures around the area. Zee sighted a worn-out-looking vehicle parked outside the truck turned home. It told her that the Spiritualist was around. A rustic handmade wooden marquee before the house proclaimed the words-Know Thy Future. Zee often wondered how the woman could live like that. Well, it was not her business. After all, people like that were often kind of spooky. It was ironic how they often claim to see the future but still live like paupers. She regretted getting herself involved with this kind of darkness. Lucky Inara, she thought. She wished she were in Inara’s shoes right now. At least, she would not be thinking abo
Zee could not control her fear. “Oh my god!” “I’m so sorry, Zee.” “Wait a minute, does the game say crash a wedding or the wedding?” “It says, crash the wedding,” Inara repeated. “Why?” “Jesus Christ!” Zee said fearfully. “That would be Michael’s wedding.” “How?” “A weddingwill just be any wedding,” Zee said wearily. “Butthe weddingis personal. It’s the one that currently relates to my life, sort of.” She also remembered Michael’s dire threat about making her suffer if she ever sought him out to use him again. “I am finished.” She added brokenly, her eyes clamming up with tears. “I am finished.” “I’m sorry, Zee.” Tears blurred Zee’s vision as she sat inside her car, parked before her home. Then she ended the call. Inara looked at Lemuel and he hugged her comfortingly. “It’s because she cheated the game. Now she just has to do the game’s dare.” “Which is
Zee could not face the fire of anger in Michael’s eyes, so she shifted her gaze and just could not resist seeing the look on Cassy’s face. If looks could kill, she knew she would have been dead by now. Cassy was glaring daggers at her. Her eyes were full of hate and unbelief. It seemed like she was still trying to comprehend what was going on. Some of the spectators had risen in confusion and she could see Eve and Amy staring at her with hate in their heavily made-up eyes. Zee noticed for the first time, that Eve was holding a bouquet of white flowers. She guessed Eve was the Maid of Honor. The Priest raised his hands and waved at the guests. “People of God, please calm down, sit down, settle down. Do not fret. By God, this happ
Michael led Cassy into the privacy of the corridor and thrust the photographs into her hand. Then he folded his arms across his chest and quietly watched her reaction as she stood nervously before him, her eyes falling on the indecent pictures.She scanned the photographs, shame overwhelming her. Then she lifted her pleading eyes to his angry amber ones. “Please, I’m really sorry.” She implored him.“I’m trying to figure out how you hoped to prove your virginity to me.”"I…actually…” she began to stutter, and he gave her a curt wave of dismissal.“Let me guess.” He interrupted in the same vein. “You were going to cry and pretend it hurts, right? After all, it is said that some women do not bleed. They probably lost it from rigorous physical activity like exercise, right?”She started shaking her head in denial.“No?” he pressed. “Okay. Maybe you had plans of using the fake blood capsule, which I hear can be inserted a few hours before penetrative intercourse. And then by the time we ma
With Michael steadily advancing behind her, Zee ran along the common hall that held the doors to each of the halls holding a wedding. She whipped past the double doors of the entrance and the moment she was outside the Church, she took hurried steps towards her truck. “Elizabeth!” she heard him thunder behind her, but she neither responded nor turned back around. Instead, she fished for her car keys inside her purse, her hands trembling. She managed to get a hold of the key and struggled to slide it into the keyhole between trying to open the car door and taking quick nervous glances behind her to catch a glimpse of an angry Michael storming towards her. Her heartbeat had escalated. Christ! He was close…so close. Her hands fumbled frantically with the keyhole, her eyes round with fear. Given her uncontrollable state of nervousness, she could not open the door on time and ended up turning around and backing herself against the car in surrender.
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