"Leave her alone." A deep voice thundered, cutting through every corner of the mall and making everyone still.
This time, Alex was startled and freed his grip but didn't let go completely of my waist. I began to thank God in my heart for sending someone to rescue me from this insane guy. I wondered what happened to him. His brother Jude was such a gentle soul but for him, that's a story for another day. But the voice sounded familiar. Why did I feel that I knew this voice?
I knew I heard the sound correctly. Yes! It's Mark. He was standing there elegantly dressed but boiling with rage and tightened his fist. He was the last person I ever thought to be of help to me today. What was he doing here anyway? How did he know I had gotten in trouble? Alex shifted uncomfortably away from me and yelled,
"Who are you and how dare you interfere?" Before he completed his sentence, I line widened across his lips with a broad smile.
"Hey, Mark?" He said
Edward sat between Tracy and me. It was great having him with us. I sat down and tossed a few grains of popcorn in my mouth and sipped on my coca-cola. I was enjoying the moment as the movie was about to begin, never bothering to check the one sitting next to me until I heard his voice. "Are you feeling cold, should I put my Jacket around you?" That's Mark's voice. Why does he want to speak with me now? I was about to speak when I heard a female voice. "No, I'm fine. I'll just relax on your shoulder and keep warm." OMG, this is going to be a nightmarish night. I don't know what else to call it. He didn't notice me sitting next to him so I though of a way of excusing myself. I will take a cab home and call to tell Tracy that I felt dizzy. I can't sit down here and drown in jealousy. "Maya, Tracy was just telling me that you two live together and work together. She also said you are both single so I need to know this. Are you lesbians?"
Mark and Tom were already seated in the courtroom when we arrived. I hated the way my coming into their lives has made them enemies. I wish I could take back the hands of time. I was also thinking of how Mark could still be here when Tilda was in the hospital. Is this hearing that important to him? I kept asking myself this question over and over again. Tom's eyes brightened when he saw us and walked to hug me and Tracy. "Who is he?" Sir Max asks with a questionable look. "I will tell you about myself after the court proceedings," Tom said with a smile. Mark's Dad entered the court and I couldn't hide my surprise. He was never in any of the hearings and I wonder what changed. He walked over to Mark and whispered something in his ear. Then what began as a whisper, started getting loud, as if they were arguing. "What the heck son, you should have told me," he said. "Dad, this is personal. You are not invited to this hearing," M
I wasn't in the least surprised at Tilda's words. Mark telling me to give him two years gave me some hope that something might happen but I just didn't think it will be something this sad. Sir Max was lost in the whole confession so I had to explain everything to him. It surprised him that I went through all that without telling him. He was disappointed but also proud of me. I knew he always thought me to be strong and brave but this has revealed a different side of me. I saw the relief in Tilda's eyes. I knew she always wanted me to be happy. Tom hugged Mark. It was so priceless. My heart was filled with so much joy seeing those two being best friends again. What more could I ask for? Mark asked to speak with me. I wanted us to speak in private but he insisted on speaking in front of all these people. He said there had nothing to hide. "I am sincerely sorry for all that I put you through," Mark said looking straight into my eyes. "No, you should forgive me for not t
Mark's POV "Mark, not this morning," Maya pouted. "I thought we made love last night?" She said, trying to wiggle her way out of my arms but i quickly pinned her on the bed. "That was last night," I said lustfully, rubbing my palm on her bump. "It's always been twice a day remember?" I asked teasingly. You see, a week after we got married, we never made love because we were moaning. So after the burial, we decided to make sex a very important part of our marriage and so has it been this five years for as long as we wake up healthy. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten but you might be forgetting that your elephant wife is seven months pregnant, and gets tired easily, so once a day is fine but I promise to make it up to you after our baby is born," she smirked. "But I can't seem to have enough of you," I said, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She kissed me back passionately, encouraging me to slip my hand into her nightie. "Mind you, you are no
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My mind was was a complete state of confusion when the cab I arranged to pick me up disappointed me. The driver called just 30 minutes before the pickup time to inform me that he had to rush his wife to the hospital because she was in labour. God, I indeed sympathized with him but also was angered with the fact that he could have called earlier. Either way, I just hid my disappointment and told him that it was fine but I cried internally. I stepped out of the shower and dressed at high speed to save time to get a cab on a busy Monday morning. I knew about the traffic situation too so my head was spinning with thoughts of how I could make it to this interview which meant the world to me. I worked over the years from start-up to multinational companies, yet I never had the chance of being promoted beyond Senior Officer, no matter how hard I worked. I am very ambitious and have worked throughout my college days either as a part-time typist or secretary so I gathered so much experience.
I couldn't believe that the hem of my dress and shoes were covered in mud. Then I laid eyes on the car. The driver of that Black Bugatti splashed water mixed with mud over me. 'Couldn't he slow down after the heavy rain?' My thoughts were completely overshadowed by this breathtakingly handsome guy who peeped through the window of the car. I never knew a guy could be this good looking, but my admiration for him ended with the words I heard coming out of his mouth. "Hey, watch where you are going next time Bitch..." his voice was coated with arrogance. My jaw dropped open at his words. He was supposed to apologize and look at what he said instead. Before I could even utter a word, he wind up his window and sped off. I watched him till his car disappeared around a corner. How could he be so insensitive? I should have bought a car two years back when Jude advised me to. I didn't want to overspend because I have been saving all the money I made to start up a consultancy fir
"Are you saying, that I have to prostitute alongside my job?" I asked, forcing sarcasm into my words because I had lost my respect for him. "Yes Maya, that's exactly what I mean. If you can do that, then this job is yours," he said shamelessly. I couldn't believe my ears. What he was asking me to do was something others would do with great pleasure so why couldn't he get anyone else? Does it mean the world has grown more decent? I have heard about people ladies going to the extent of sleeping with people in authority to get the job of their dreams. "Thanks for the offer but I think you are talking to the wrong person. Have a good day sir, I said as I picked my handbag and headed to the door." "Are you sure about this Miss Jacobs? That you will let this opportunity go?" He asked again, but this time in a softer tone. "Trust me/Sir, if this was the last job on earth, then I'd rather be a beggar," I finally said harshly, as I stormed out of his office. I