“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
Later, Zee stood before the gas cooker, making pancakes. She was wearing his red shirt over her undies. Michael appeared at the doorway. Her heart raced at his presence. She looked at him. There was a grim look on his face and she froze with fear. Then slowly, a teasing smile split his lips and the fear slowly started to recede, but she was still skeptical. “Now, that’s a sight I love to see. My Queen Elizabeth, handling kitchen affairs.” She forced a smile at him. She was being as devoted as possible, just as Pat had taught her, so his trust would grow on her and help her escape easily. He stepped closer behind her and pressed his lips to her shoulder blade. “I’ve gotten confirmation, Sweetheart. It seems like you were telling the truth. Sorry about the grim look before. I was just teasing you.” Zee gave him a big smile. “Okay.” “Anyway, this confirmation pleases me, wife.” “Thanks,” Zee responded, glad that she had fo
For two weeks, Zee enjoyed her time with Michael. They went to the movies together. They watched movies at home together. They played, went swimming, sky diving, ate out, ate in, visited exotic sites of nature, shopped, used spa services, took photographs, and made love frequently. And each time, after they had made love, Zee would stealthily take her drugs. On the day before they were to return back to Kawood, Zee woke up and realized that she was on her period. She didn’t remember to get a pad. She woke Michael up and he opened his eyes. “Yes, Darling.” He drawled. “Aunty Flo just arrived.” “What?” his forehead was furrowed with confusion. She looked downwards at her crotch covered in her nightdress. He followed her eyes and understanding lighted up h
Four days after the appearance of her period and return to Kawood state, Zee woke up to an empty bed. Michael was not beside her. Great! She thought, her realities were back on track. She left the bed and found him in the dressing room. He was dressed in a suit, his tie on one arm. He gave her a smile and she returned it. Then she drew forward and helped him with the tie. He looked so handsome as always. He was the total package, a good husband material, but also a dangerous one. “Thank you, Sweetheart.” He said. “Don’t mention.” She responded. “I love that response.” “Good to know, Sir.” “How do I look?” “Very handsome as usual.” “Thank you, Darl
For a couple of days, Zee stayed at home, taking cooking lessons, watching movies, and strolling around the estate with Glory hanging around her. Michael was busy, so she barely saw him apart from bedtime. She would always wake up early and make breakfast for him though. She also communicated with her family on a video call. Israel seemed to be growing rapidly. She asked her parents if they were feeding him manure and they just laughed at her joke. She could not wait to find freedom from Michael so that he would come to spend time with her at whatever home she finally found. Zee and Inara chatted on a video call, mostly about random things. Inara informed her that their high school was organizing a reunion but that there was no date yet. They both hoped to see each other there. They both loathed the thought of seeing the three musketeers there. Zee mentioned that due to her marital issues, she had not really thought about her vengeance against them. She said,
“Calm down. Let’s get inside. Then call him back and tell him you’re having a runny tummy, just to keep him waiting longer. The later he starts searching for you, the better.” “Okay.” Pat ushered her into her apartment. Suddenly Zee felt like she had entered a small space because of Michael’s large house, but she didn’t mind. The house was simple and decent. Pat had two rooms with an adjoining kitchen and toilet. “The spare room is yours and that other one is mine.” She pointed to a shut door. “Okay. Thanks.” Zee’s phone started ringing again. “You had better take his call now before he starts suspecting something.” “Okay.” Zee received the call as they stood there in the living room space of the apartment. “Hello.” She said, her voice small.” “What is taking you so long, Baby?” Zee could feel her heart thundering against her chest. She faked a small groan of discomfort. “Are you okay?” h
ONE WEEK LATER Zee was serving guests at the eatery where Pat worked. She was dressed in the uniform of her colleagues who were waiters and waitresses. It was a white shirt over black pants or skirt. She was wearing a black skirt and white tee shirt and a red wig with fringe and she was putting on gothic makeup in order to conceal her identity. Michael had stopped calling her right on the first day of her escape. He had only left her one SMS. It said, SWEETHEART, I WILL FIND YOU SOONER THAN YOU EXPECT. Each time she saw that SMS, her heart would thunder with fright. During lunchtime, she sat down with Pat in the lunchroom. As they had Irish Potato fries with Ketchup and soft drinks, Zee’s eyes studied Michael’s daunting SMS on her phone. “You should delete that message,” Pat suggested. “You really don’t need anything troubling you.” “You’re right,” Zee said and deleted the message. Then she placed her phone on the table. “Good.
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