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
BRANDYDid I do anything productive during the weekend? Nope. Did I get rest? Nope. It was one movie after another all day and night long. I could do with more rest but I was ready to kick ass Monday morning.. I even put effort on wearing more makeup and did something other than a ponytail with my hair. Well, when it came to clothes I gave up after an hour of coordinating. It was a good thing Storm had his own driver because he could not stand me taking a whole hour finding an outfit for the day. A new week and nothing had changed. Somehow I got more stern faces and the disbelief inched on every face I came across. What did I do? I closed my office door, it clean and fresh. It was a bit sunny so I opened the windows, letting the sounds of the city greet me. A knock sent me jumping, eyes wide as I turned to the unexpected sound.“Come in.” The click of the heels and wow, legs, such gorgeous legs so early in the morning. I felt like a creep, shaking the thought from my head.
Three days and I still couldn’t get the conversation out of my head. He didn’t need to call, why did he? It was not as if we were really a couple. My heart couldn’t handle such things. My head was way fast, already creating a whole fantasy world and fooling my heart. I hadn’t heard from Storm since he called to let me know he was leaving and I hadn’t been to the house with all the work I had. Somehow I could day dream and work at the same time. I had too much to prove and too much to lose if I failed at this. Something big was waiting for me and I wouldn’t disappoint. An email alert drew my attention from the meeting I was in. I clicked on it while Ben blabbed away on the tiny display. “Mhh..” I nervously clicked on it, eyebrows furrowed. Somehow I couldn’t believe it, so I maximized it on the screen. Dear Miss Madroi,Twenty- three colleagues have reported their inability to do their work. This has been brought by the uneasiness in their work environment brought by behavior
“ Can I sit at the front?”“ No Ma’am, for safety purposes I would insist you sit at the back.” Damon said, still holding the door for me.I hopped in, the door closed with me getting comfortable.Four long days of intense work, three nights of typing and reading away. I should have been dead beat but I felt a smile crawl on my face. I had done a lot, seeing a way through finally.I watched Damon stir the steering wheel. It slid through his hands and it was like magic.“ Damon?” I called, scooting over to peek my head in between the seats. My smile broke into a grin as his forehead wrinkled, waiting for my question until he gave up and turned.
BRANDYMy hand kept patting.I rolled over, pulling a pillow to my face and drifted back to sleep.Friday.My day to sleep.I woke up at ten, alone in bed. Somehow I was well rested.A smile lay on my face.I slid out of bed, not failing to notice that I had been clinging to Storm’s pillow. If he saw me, I would never hear the end of it.I made the bed, tidied the room then got into the shower.My body froze, the water pouring on me.Something was lying heavy on my neck. My hand rose
We ate lunch first then went shopping.Damon was such good company and his jokes surely gave me abs.With my new card to my own money, I was a danger to my bank account.Paper bags draped from both our hands and we made several trips to the car when our hands couldn’t carry more. There was just so much to buy. I had to let Storm teach me his stingy ways.I didn’t know if Storm would be back for dinner but I went on and bought dinner for us. I hoped it was good because what better way to thank someone than to buy them food.It was six when we left the mall and I felt as if I needed no gym when going to the mall because so much cardio took place.
“Good morning.”I walked past Damon and slid into my seat, turning to smile at him.My body froze with him pulling my seat belt suddenly to clip it.His chest brushed against mine and even the air froze. My hands folded as I stared shocked.“ Good morning.” He said back with the brightest smile I had ever seen on him. His face was just past mine and he froze for a split second right before my face before fully pulling away.My head snapped as he slammed the door and walked around the car.I was out of it for a few seconds.“ Do you still remember what you learned yesterday?”
“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
I won't lie, I was very anxious as we walked through the grocery store with Blue in Samantha’s arms. It did not help that she acted as if he was a toddler, pointing things and telling him what they were. Did she know he was only one and a few months old? It did not bother her at all that Blue seemed less interested, staring at anywhere but where Samantha had pointed. Should I have felt guilty for the thoughts and emotions I was feeling? I still could not decide. We moved on in the large store, sure I would have gotten confused and lost long ago if I had been alone. The shop seemed to have everything and some of the items were even in bulk. A young man was assisting us, pushing a large trolley which was already full. Maggie was taking charge of this shopping adventure. While the men were out shopping for Javier’s tools, we were doing grocery and supplies. I did not know what Hendrix had said to Maggie before we split apart but I guessed it was the spending budget because Maggie was g
Four bedrooms, two and a half baths with a large kitchen, a living room, a dining room and a laundry room. There was no denying it at this point. Hendrix bought this house. I did not even know how to react, just struck and not sure how or when I would recover. The house was furnished, but with just the basics, no deco. It was gorgeous though.I could not stop myself from seeing the potential after decoration. The rooms were spacious and charming with iron bed frames and white sheets. I was in awe, as if they bought everything from antique stores. I found myself absorbed in the tour, even pulling from Hendrix, running my hand through everything. The house was cleaned, no single spec of dust, not that I was checking. Everything was warm and cozy. I tried to listen as they told us the history of the house but found myself spacing out in awe. “Ma’am, is it okay if I hold onto Blue while we walk around?” The younger woman suddenly asked, shocking me out of my daze. I stopped, lookin
Hendrix pulled up into something called a drive thru thirty minutes later. I could not help push up to stare as he put an order in. It was a few minutes to one and the hunger had begun clawing its way up. My nerves had my hands shaking and I pretended to be checking on Blue as a way to make myself busy. Blue was deep asleep, that still did not keep me from running my knuckle down his cheek. `We drove around the establishment, my interest peaked as I analysed everything. Hendrix paid then moved to the next window where they handed him a large paper bag. He turned and handed it to me. I quickly pushed forward to take it, sitting back down and placing it on the mat to turn again, taking another paper bag which was quickly getting wet. I set it down, the car moving again. I turned, looking around to see that we were leaving. “Please pass me the bottle of water,” Hendrix said, having me open the paper bags until I saw the bottles of water, giving him one then taking out the others and st
By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed in the luxurious suit shorts and a sleek top with sandals he had bought me, Hendrix sat on the bed, Blue in his arms, having pulled on a hat on him. He was whispering something to Blue and Blue had a firm grip on his ear which should have been painful with those sharp razor nails. Blue lulled his head back which had Hendrix quickly push up while moving his hand to ensure that Blue did not break his neck. He groaned after because Blue had latched on his ear again with more force than before. I had never seen Blue that active. A part of me wanted to rush in and rescue Hendrix but found myself glued. What I did not expect next was a chuckle from Hendrix. He was not angry. He did not forcefully pull Blue’s hand away. He leaned in closer while Blue pulled. I was in shock, they must have given Blue something, this was my first time seeing him in such a manner. “Okay, I apologize,” Hendrix said, chuckling again as he carefully put
I woke up with a start, wide eyes staring ahead only to collide with nearly silver orbs. My breath froze along with my heart while my mind tried to process what was happening. Hendrix froze too before he moved again. Something was being tucked around me and my body was quivering. It was after a few seconds that I realized I was cold, my teeth chattering. A thicker blanket was draped over me which Hendrix also tucked around my body. I couldn’t stop my wild eyes, my teeth soon chattering. Fuck, it was cold and I could hear the patter of rain outside. In the next second I swear I died as Hendrix got on the bed with me. I felt as if my head would explode. He pulled me to him, seeing nothing but a white shirt covering a wide and beastly chest. I did not even have time to panic as he brought me to his chest. My face was pressed against him, arms bent on my side, forced to grip his sides. God, what was happening? Then I took a deep breath and lost my mind. His cologne attacked my nostr
My head was throbbing after hours of lectures and lessons. To say the pediatrician was livid was an understatement. The tongue lashing I received was well deserved. My child was malnutritioned, and unvaccinated. She even asked if I hit him, if I ever abused my son. I shivered even recalling the question. “If it were up to me, I would be calling social child services.” She had spat out before leaving after packing her gear away. She had thrown me one last dirty look, pushing her large glasses up her nose then marched out. The nurse in the room had just been as stiff as I was. I did not deserve to cry over it and make myself a victim. Every word spat was correct. I was grateful for the lessons the doctor gave me and the products she recommended. I had everything written down and prayed I would not forget the paper with all the information. The room was dark, it was probably late at night. Blue had woken up and after a long check up, had fallen back to sleep. The doctor had warned me
Ruth’s P.O.V.I slipped into consciousness to be met with silence and emptiness. I knew I was heavy on painkillers but could still feel the echo of pain. I blinked the fatigue away, staring up at the white ceiling with memories flooding into my head. My heart tightened with each memory strike. The beeping had me turn my head to the heart machine, watching my heart pump. I was tired, feeling heavy, and cloudy. My head finally turned to the bed next to mine, more like a cot. The baby heart monitor showed that Blue was alive, his heartbeat steady. I shifted, and swung my legs off the bed to the cold floor. I gripped my heart monitor and wheeled it as I walked around my bed to my baby. The room was small but clean and neat. I would never know how to thank Hendrix. He saved us. I swallowed, not wanting to go back to the night. I reached the cot and peered in. Blue had a heart monitor connected along with a drip which had a solution dripping into his system. His chest pushed up and down,
HENDRIX’S P.O.V. ‘The first son can’t have tainted goods so I am left drawing the short end of the stick.’ I could not shake that thought away days after being forced into this situation. It left a bad taste in my mouth. How easy it was for the responsibility to be thrown at me after her parents stated that she had a child. Their exact words were ‘She is ruined, she is tainted, and has carried another man’s child’. How could a man utter such words about his daughter? I turned, not that I was any better. The groan nearly escaped as I forced my eyes to stay closed, trying with everything in me to at least get two hours of sleep. If I wasn’t thinking about one of the very worst days of my life, ‘my wedding’, then my thoughts ran back to how baby Blue was barely responsive. The scene would haunt me for months. The way his body was so hot as if he would erupt. Holding them in my arms, both of them seeming to be at death’s gate, would haunt me.I shook my head once again, internally groa