Husband never came home and I passed out just after eating and taking a shower.
The only thing I would hate about work was dressing up. At some point they would find out who I really was and I could imagine the horror. I didn’t want to add to it by looking terrible.
I spent an hour looking for clothes. If my stomach wasn’t sticking out, my folds were. I ended pulling up another pair of leggings with a large shirt and sneakers. I put on a pair of glasses to go with the geek look.
With that I made breakfast and went out, mind you I probably had to walk to work again. It had been fun the previous night, not knowing what could come at me at some point.
As the door swung open I was met with a man just standing there besides Jacobs.
The work I had would give a bull an overload. I had spent two full days buying online with no care for the time nor money. A week later I had a five metre standing desk. Walking around it took some energy. On it was a custom fifty seven inch ultrawide monitor. My office iPad was before me, my keyboard down. The extra adjoined space was turned to a planning and meeting room. It had a smart table that blew even my mind. You could write and draw on it, not just one person but multiple people could draw a design together on the table! The chairs were the best since many hours would be spent in the office and the walls were covered by screens which were responsive to touch meaning we could write, draw, basically do anything we can do on the iPads. I had turned my office into a tech’s heaven. The IT guys couldn’t stop marveling, Naomi even screamed and jumped around as we set up everything. A coach sat opposite my office desk, a cute bookshelf next to it and a few plants here and th
I didn’t even want to hear the word floating through the grapevines.What had I been thinking?Why had I even called for him? Why?Every hour of the night I burned in shame.I kept playing the scene over and over again and hell, it didn’t get better which was why I locked myself in my office.It was why I never went to the house even though I had planned to.My mind was nowhere but that reception hall. It was one of my worst moments ever.I didn’t even dare sleep, just working away with the hope that since it was Friday I could go home for the day. Surely my husband wouldn&rsq
“It’s fifteen minutes to nine!”It was the only greeting I would get. Sweat beads rolled down my forehead from running and panicking.I threw my bags everywhere, throwing my shoes off and pulling clothing as I went.I shut the bathroom door.My hands were shaking as I moved as fast as I could.It felt as if I had eight hands as I took the shortest shower I ever would in my whole life.I had planned to soak and shave but who was I kidding. I sneaked in a two minutes shave of my legs and armpits.“ Come on woman!”I jumped out, if not in my di
My husband and I were making memories, just not the ones you would think.I was as straight as a board.Walking, well, it was just the strut of the legs like a Barbie doll forced to catwalk.The shoes which I had bought at the very same shop were never meant to be worn in my belief.So much pain at the point I couldn’t even pinpoint where the poison was. My husband had marched away three minutes ago to the car. I had slowly walked after him thinking I would die.I could not even bend my neck. At that point I was moving by God’s grace.Each breath taken brought immense pain. The push and fall of my chest stirred something in my stomach which was surely cur
My whole centre burned intensely.“Uhm…” I tried to think of an answer but all my brain could do was concentrate on the pain. It hit like a wrecking ball.I shook my head trying to clear my head with no luck.Eyes stared still, waiting.“Are you okay sweety?”All I could do was nod my head and force a smile.My posture bent a little, thinking that would ease the pain but nope.Just a few more hours, I told myself. The conversation continued without me then I felt something else snap and shit I couldn’t take it anymore.I turned so fas
Silence. I was not sure if it was awkward. Footfalls echoed in our little room, the curtain hiding us away from the rest of the floor. My husband pushed up, his arms on his chest before they lowered and he began pacing again. Never mind that I had three plastic hard wires just hanging from my belly. Never mind the fact that I was only in my underwear, my breast wrapped in a bandeau top they had made for me from bandages. Beside that I was peachy, real peachy. The curtain flew open. “Miss Madroi, sorry for the delay, your doctor is a few minutes away. I will be the assisting nurse.” The woman said, wearing pink scrubs. She wrote on my chart then walked out to push in what I would was an ultrasound and set it up. I was just happy that after thirty minutes of being there, they were finally going to pull out the freaking wires and I could go die in my bed. Surely I had lost interest in speaking, needing to be done for the night. Most calls went unanswered by my husband and th
It was security I never realized I craved. The curve of my fingers on his shirt. His warmth sifted through the hospital sweats I had been gifted. It was his scent flowing through my nostrils and somehow I could feel it’s effect down to my toes. I picked it apart ingredient by ingredient as if I were suddenly an expert on scents. It was the feel of his muscles just fabrics away. It was always romantic when a guy carried a woman in the movies and I had always scoffed because I was convinced no man would carry me. Storm held me to him even in the car. I lay on him fighting the clouds of fatigue with exhaustion wilting me away. It was just after midnight, the day finally gone with a new one upon us. The date would be marked in my journal because of how eventful it was. I held on as if he was my life line. I won’t lie, for me it was magical breathing his scent in, held like a baby by my husband. “You want to get food?” Food was the very reason we were in the predicament we wer
STORMA devil. A sly wicked devil. My eyes narrowed at Amar who drove us home. Our eyes met at the review mirror and he quickly looked away. I could see that smirk on his face, he found this funny. The cars were all filled with groceries, be sure my wife bought everything the store could offer. And the world would have to drown in hell before I ate anything Brandy cooked. I was sure her only experience in the kitchen was washing dishes. There was no way she was cooking anything I would eat. My head snapped to find her head having fallen on my shoulder. In her hand she clenched the fast food paper bags. I shook my head, not even sure how I felt. I should have been fuming. She made me late then pulled me from negotiating a very important deal for the Gambino cartel. That woman. She could just walk in the mist of deadly men and drag me out. I doubt she knew who I stood with, I doubt she even cared. I threw my arm around her shoulders to steady her. She turned, snuggling into my s
My eyes opened and I froze, blinking a few times to clear the fatigue away. My heart skipped a beat before it settled and I forced myself not to move an inch. My fingers itched but I was afraid I would wake him if I shifted. Never in my life had I slept with a man in bed, not counting my brother. My face was just a few inches from him, feeling his warmth, feeling his alcoholic breath on my skin. I did not mind that the scent was so heavy it was as if the alcohol was pouring from his pores. It should have left me cringing in disgust but I was in a trap because I had never seen a grown man as beautiful as him. He looked so innocent in his sleep, so angelic. His skin looked so smooth, his lips perched out, wet and pink. Our feet were entangled, his arm heavy on my hip where he held me directly on my skin because the t-shirt had shifted up, exposing some of my waist to him. It took seconds for my skin to begin tingling. I was torn between closing my eyes and feeling through this exper
“How is my son?” My hands clenched and unclenched, my stomach turning and threatening to spill out everything I had eaten. And I just stood there, leaning against the sink, just staring at him in disbelief. The lowest of people that would ever walk this earth. His beauty was a facade for the rotten person inside. There was no one I hated more in life. The worst scum and my worst mistake. I found myself heaving in nothing but hate. “How old is he now?” Damon stepped closer and I pressed back to the sink, my mind rattling. I could not believe he was here. I could not believe he had the audacity to even ask me about Blue. How many times had I called him asking for help for his son? At first he wouldn’t pick up then he would let his fucking girlfriend pick up. She would throw every insult known to man yet I would hold on until she was done because my baby needed supplies which he as the father had the means to provide but he chose not. He had made so many promises only to turn and
Hendrix was leading me to someone. The whispers followed us. It was when I saw his father and brother in a group that dread fell on me but I held my face and didn’t let it fall. We joined the group and stood as the older gentlemen talked about something. Then my father-in-law suddenly turned and his eyes widened which scared me and I couldn’t help grip more onto Hendrix. “Aahh, you have arrived. Gentlemen,” Mr Williams said to the men he was with, holding out his arm to us. “This is my youngest son, Hendrix and his lovely wife, Ruth. She is Gambino's only daughter.” My father-in-law introduced, all the men turning to me. Some gave disapproving stares while others gaped. I knew most of them from these gatherings but not the usual men my dad associated with. “Miss Gambino,” One of the older men said, holding out his hand. I shook it, shaking the others after. It was weird, all eyes on me. I felt as if I was at an auction. I could just see the crazy in their eyes from hearing my su
Fifteen dresses were lined up for me and I had to try all of them. He was seated on the couch directly facing the dressing room in the backroom of the designer shop. It was when I slipped the dress that I realised why these dresses were so expensive. The material definitely wasn’t the same and they just made you feel as if you were on top of the word. But the cost of living in the two lives were just drastic to me. Pulling the curtain away and walking out in each dress, my heart drummed as my eyes fell on my husband who had decided to give all his attention to me and my dress fittings. The way his eyes would move from my very feet and slowly up until they held my eyes. The decision on the dresses was completely taken out of my hands and I did not mind at all. He would stare for long minutes before pointing to another. The way he took charge did something to me. So, as if we had all the time in the world, I wore each dress for him, even finding myself dizzily anticipating what he
School wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine but who cared, I was there to learn and I was doing just that. Being the oldest person there, married too just left me an outcast and a cause for ridicule. I was just happy they did not have the balls to say it to my face or try stupid bullying tactics because I was not beneath smacking little spoilt brats and teaching them respect. I would crush them like insects. All my spare time was spent studying. I studied as if my life depended on it. There was a lot I had to learn. All my previous grades from my old school were bought so I knew basically nothing. I got myself a laptop and an ipad which helped a lot as I was doing a lot of note taking. I watched teaching videos online, set tests for myself every week and just went hard on it. Maths was my worst nightmare so I got a tutor who was really helping me through it. All this left little time to spend with Blue. I told myself we would have a lifetime together but as of then I was building our fu
For the first month, besides being a mother, my life had no meaning. Samantha was always with Blue. She daunted on him, showered him with love, and devotion. They played, she sang, she read, she bathed him, dressed him, slept with him in the nursery, took walks, fed him, the list was endless. I tagged along in all the activities but it soon seemed as if I was a third party, like I was a leech to Samantha, as if I was monitoring or keeping an eye on her. It made us rigid with each other and the easygoing conversations and friendship turned sour. The jealousy I felt did not help at all because I realized it was showing on my face every time Blue clung to Samantha, how he always looked for her with his eyes and soon wanted no one else but Samantha. It was like a knife to the heart. How crazy was it to inwardly blackmail a baby? I just couldn’t help the thoughts. After everything we went through together, he just turned on me like that. I was losing my mind, I knew it. Everyone had so
In a million years I never thought this would happen. Well, there are so many things I had never thought would ever happen to me so this was just a new addition to the list. I took the chance to steal a glance before fixing my eyes back on the road. Being dumped in a country house and left to your own devices was a husband’s punishment to older wives they nolonger wanted but could not divorce or women who had done unspeakable things.I had done unspeakable things and Hendrix was saving me. I was happy and grateful yet that did not stop this from feeling like a punishment, not from Hendrix, but from the universe for what I had done. The car was filled with silence and it had me check on Hendrix now and again. I don’t know why he had decided to sit at the back. Did he not trust my driving? It was one of the very few things I was good at. Stealing a glance at the review mirror told me he was asleep. I could not take my eyes away but I had to. He looked so peaceful though, watching h
The silence in the car nearly killed me and I kept beating myself up on why I had hopped on the back seat with Samantha. Hendrix had just looked so angry that I had been afraid of the confrontation but at this point I preferred it than the deafening silence. “Just there,” Samantha pointed, Hendrix turning the car to the restaurant Samantha had recommended. He parked in the parking lot and Samantha soon hopped out. I wanted to say something to diffuse the situation but found my brain blank of words. Was he angry because we kept him waiting or did he think I spent so much because of all the paper bags filling the car? The money spent would shock him, very low compared to what I had thought. But we had been wrong to keep him waiting for so long in the parking lot. I was sure he had other things to do. I closed the door and followed Samantha who was already leading the way to the shops lining the street. People turned as we passed, most greeting Samantha with smiles. I had already esta
“You can use this card. Here’s the pin,” Hendrix said, holding it out. “Buy anything you will need; clothes, toiletries, hair, and makeup staff.” I took the card into my sweaty palms. “But…” He trailed away, staring at me intensely, which made me more nervous. “This card doesn’t have millions in it.” With each word I felt as if he was watching my reaction. “ I will give you a spending limit. For now…..” He swallowed his words, blinking as if nervous himself now. “I will not buy much, I promise,” I saved him from whatever he had not wanted to say out loud. He nodded his head. “I know it’s not much but for now I would appreciate it if you did not exceed twenty thousand at most.” “Thank you,” I said back. I had never gone shopping and spent less than a hundred thousand. I was not sure I could pull it off but I was definitely cutting makeup out. My make up alone would not fit in the twenty thousand. I did not need it anyway. Just some toiletries. I had seen a very cheap lotion at