Zee had to respond to Michael’s warning because she had known him long enough to understand that he would be expecting it.
She typed- Yes, Michael and hit the send button. Then she headed towards her car in the parking lot, which was seated among some other high-end cars.
Her phone buzzed as she reached the car and it was an SMS from him again. It read- YES WHAT? WAS THAT A TYPO?
Zee froze for a few seconds. She couldn’t believe he was already demanding the use of the new name she had bestowed on him. This was all her fault. She typed her response- Sorry. I meant, yes Daddy.
Once she was inside t
Zee called Inara's phone and waited for her to pick up the call. After triple trills, Inara received the call. “Hey, Zee.” “What is the meaning of that comment of yours?” Zee demanded. “It’s clear. I don’t like the way you’re acting all so devoted to somebody in such a short time.” “You’re just jealous.” Zee snapped. She knew it was cruel, but she couldn’t control herself. Pat was the best thing happening to her right now. Why was Inara not happy for her? “Maybe I’m jealous,” Inara admitted. “No. In fact, I’m jealous. But that’s not the reason for my comment.” “Then what is the reason for your comment?” “I don’t like her.” “You don’t even know her.” “Do you?” “I don’t have time for this.” “Just be careful.” “Whatever. We’ll talk about this later.” “Whatever you say,” Inara said somewhat abruptly and ended the call. Zee sighed. “I just can’t believe this.” She said with exa
“It’s exactly 8:30 pm, Zee. We have to go. I should have been checking the time. I got carried away by the fun. I am so sorry.” Pat said as she rose from her seat and helped Zee up. “I’ll have to drive.” “Don’t worry. I can drive.” Zee garbled. “No way. I’m not ready to die now.” Zee laughed aloud. She was intoxicated. Pat helped her out to the car and took to the wheel. Following Zee’s drunkenly given directions, she managed to drive her home, passing through security and parking the car in the lot. Glory drove into the compound behind them and parked the car. Then he stepped out and drew closer as Pat helped Zee out of the car. “Hi.” Pat greeted. “Aren’t you the guy that was with her the other day?” “Yeah. It’s me.”
Zee woke up late in the night. The first thing she observed was that she felt calmer. There was a feeling of peace encompassing her and she could feel no pain. Michael was asleep on his side, facing her. She watched his expression. It looked peaceful. She remembered him taking care of her. She had thought he would be punishing her immediately, regardless of her condition, but he hadn’t. That had felt relieving and she was grateful. But now that she was feeling better, she dreaded facing him over what had happened. She vaguely remembered him saying her punishment would come later, while he was putting her to sleep. She wondered if she should make peace with him now that he was in a peaceful state so that he would not punish her. She hadn’t meant to be drunk, but after finishing that first half-empty drink, she had gotten a sudden urge to take more. She just couldn’t understand it. And now she was in trouble. Zee reached out her hand and touched his arm
Michael was aware of her fear as she tried to control her whimpers beside him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to hear her crying and pleas. All she had to do was obey the rules and she didn’t. Just one chance that he gave her and she had blown it. What did she expect? That he would look the other way? Well, that wasn’t going to happen no matter how much she begged. He would do what he had to do. It was very simple. She behaves, she enjoys him. She messes up, she cries. Period. Her friend had the sense not to get drunk, but she had the guts to flaunt curfew and then get drunk. He didn’t have to wonder what would have happened if her friend had gotten drunk too.He wouldn’t take such a chance. Hours later, his pilot announced that they were going to land soon. He briefly thought about their destination. It w
It took about thirty minutes for Michael and Zee to finally settle down in their bedroom. It was large, the California king bed, right in the middle She sat down on the bed and watched him put up a wedding picture of theirs where he was carrying her and staring into the camera. He was bare-chested but was still wearing his jeans. She was in her panties and bra. He had told her to lose her clothes by the time he was done hanging the picture. Done with his task, he faced her. “Good girl. You’re stripped down. Your obedience is pleasing.” “I’m hungry.” She said quickly. She was afraid that he would be touching the subject of her punishment next. This was what she could come up with in order to distract him. Michael knew she was trying to stall her punishment, but he wasn’t going to have it. “We’ll eat, but we both know that your punishment is long overdue. Stand up. Let’s get it over with so we can move on. I am very angry at your r
“Well, Sweetheart, it is just as well that this is our honeymoon night. Imagine yourself having ice cream without sugar.” A frown creased her brow as she thought about it and he just continued describing more doomy scenarios. “Imagine having wine that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Imagine having a cup of honey ladled with a heap of salt.” Zee didn’t like the scenarios he described as they painted a picture of something bittersweet. This didn’t bode well for her at all. Her eyes filled up rapidly again and looked up imploringly into his. “Michael.” His name was a plea on her lips but she didn’t receive mercy. Instead, his fingers were taking possession of her chin, his palm giving her another light slap across her cheek, much like the one he had given her in the jet. “Correct yourself.” Her tears poured down her face. “Sir.” She said. “I see you’ve chosen your title already.” “Yes Sir.” “Good. So t
He turned her over onto her stomach and tied her to the bedposts, her eyes covered with the blindfold. It felt like his roughened hands had become silk as they caressed her bound arms and trailed down her naked back. He reached her bum and soothed them. He leaned down to her ear and she felt his warm breath and heard his heartbeat. Michael loved her so much, but he couldn’t let that stop him from taking her in hand any way he felt right. "Sweetheart, do you know why you are being punished like this?" Zee was too lost to care about her shaky voice as she responded. "Y…yes, Sir". "I want to hear it." "B…be…because I…I…disobeyed curfew and…and...." she had no choice but to take a breath, "because I…I c…came home…d…drunk.
“Answer me, Baby.” Said, Michael. “Oh, I’m still surprised that…” “That what?” he interrupted. Zee had noticed that he didn’t often give room for long thoughts after throwing a question. “Answer me and quit stalling, because stalling hints at lies.” Zee forced a smile through her fear. “Actually, I’m just still surprised that we were followed.” “I understand. And I don’t regret it for a second. Glory drove into the compound right behind you girls, but I guess you were too drunk to notice.” Zee’s smile slowly waned. She didn’t want to remember her drunk episode. She was glad that Pat had been sober. “I won’t do it again.” She promised. “That’s good to know. Now answer the q
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