BRANDY’S P.O.V. Storm: I am on my way, I hope you are dressed. A chuckle escaped, throwing the phone on the chair. I hoped I would be dressed too but it was a work in progress. I gave up wanting to be the best dressed or fashionable at all. I just wanted to look decent, to look good and feel good for once. If only it was that easy. Jeans were a no, they showed my stomach. Skirts and dresses made me look old. People would probably think I was his mother. Leggings were a no go for a fashion show. I threw one clothing after another until I huffed. The time was five and I had been in the closet for two hours. A glass of wine sat next to me, half full. If only the girls could have been there with me, I had confidence in their abilities.The door opened and my heart drummed even harder. I wanted to hide because I knew hell would break loose when Storm walked in to me still in a robe. The closet doors opened and I couldn’t help but turn to him with the sweetest smile I could gathe
There was this excitement even as I grumbled my way out of sleep. There was something I was still to do which was coordinate my outfits. Storm had taken me out to dinner after the fashion show and I couldn’t resist getting in bed right next to him when we got home.I had lain waiting for his arms around me but they never came. Yet at some point in the night I was sure they wrapped around me.My head snapped from movement heard.I picked up my head quickly, seeing Storm in shorts, a tight t-shirt and sneakers.“ Morning.”He turned to me, seeming frustrated. He walked to his side table, searching.“ Where to? Ca
STORM’S P.O.V.“You try.” I knocked Amar’s shoulder, holding back the laugh forcing it’s way through me.The fighting ring shook as he fell down, heaving and wetting it with his sweat. A towel was thrown my way. I wiped but I could feel the sweat clog my pores. It had been one of the best fights I had in there. Amar was a good opponent, my most trusted guard.Most of the men were walking away from the ring, the show over, but you could feel the buzz.“ Good one boss.”“ Next time can we spur, boss?”“ That kick came from nowhere boss.”It did something to my ego as some of my men circled as I jumped out of the ring.
BRANDY’S P.O.V.I was shaking and I did not even know how to stop it.I felt the intense need to cry but my eyes stayed dry.My chest closed yet I didn’t faint as I wanted.I stared out at the trees that flew from the window.The sun was out, it hot on the skin but I felt cold to my bones.‘My own son trapped with a pig of a woman.’‘Fat pig’The door had bounced right open after Storm had slammed it. I heard every single word his father spat and he never said anything back.I thought we were getting
Storm was gone by morning.Had he left to Miranda?Had he left to his other mistress?Or had he left for work?I hated being that woman but they had tainted and ruined me.All I thought of on Sunday was the words they had all spoken.It was sad that to them I was just a chess piece they could move around to their liking and probably toss out when out of need for.“ Brandy.” I looked up as Damon unclipped my seat belt.“ Sorry,” I said as he pulled back and took a look at me.“ Are you
How do you continue working after that? My hand went to my cheek every second, knowing I should have put something cold on it but I took the burn. Five o’clock my bag was packed. I slung it over my shoulder as heavy as it was. When I stepped out Ress was on her feet, bag packed. A second passed, us just staring at each other. Was she the one that called the woman and told her I was sleeping with her husband? The thought itself just hurt me. We were not friends but I trusted her, I had to if she were to be my P.A. Had she done it? “I was about to come and pass my bye.” She said with me nodding my head. “Bye.” She turned, walking away. Did she hate me? Did she think I really was sleeping with that man? Ress was coldly polite and I was not sure if with everyone else or just me. Slowly I walked after her, opening space for her to get on the lift first. The floor was nearly empty, the rest packing their items while staring daggers at me as I passed. I took the next ride in t
My bag was already packed with the pick up point sent by the time I made the call. I was so nervous my foot couldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t even be bothered with why he had called before. The ring had my hand on my waist, turning to start pacing. “ Hello.” I said as soon as the call connected. “ What is wrong?” I did not know what I had expected from him but not him being calm and nice. Something in my chest tightened and I found myself standing still. “ Nothing.” I finally said. Had he heard what happened? “ You walked to the apartment, you didn’t pick calls then turned off your phone.” He said with me swallowing. I wanted to give an answer but I fell short. Slowly I walked back to the counter, leaning on it. “ I have been invited to a sleepover, I was just letting you know I won’t be around.” I told him, biting my lip suddenly with my heart thumbing in my chest. If only I could tell him. If only I could tell him all that went in my head. But as the past weekend had prove
I woke up to a pop message about a survey. The girls were still asleep and I didn’t want to walk around their house alone in the fear of them thinking I was snooping.Bored, I clicked the link and it was about rings.Which ring would you prefer?One had a thin band and the other had a large band. I picked the thin band.The next was a large diamond or a small diamond.Go big or go home baby.Then it was the diamond type.I couldn’t help pick the pink diamond because why not. Then it was the diamond cut.
I could not get my husband out of my head the whole day. It helped drown out the whole prom thing going on. The whole school had been turned to ribbons and balloons in preparation for that friday. Every corner you turned it was prom this, prom that, while I was bouncing around in my head like a little girl.Somehow I got through the day and made my way home to daydream some more. For the millionth time I touched my lips thinking of the moment once again. I shook my head, trying to force the memory away because I had to study. It was nine at night. Sam and Blue were tucked in and probably watching a movie in their room while I lay on the bed I had shared with my husband just a few hours ago. My feet couldn't help swinging back and forth, the pen ending up stuck between my teeth. The words on the textbook might as well have been flying in the air as I stared at them with dreamy eyes. I couldn’t afford this, I had to keep studying. After a whole ten minutes of scolding myself I ende
I shot up straight from bed, my head turning with my eyes wide. Somehow I knew I was late. I grabbed my phone which I had failed to charge and set the alarm. I was late! I rolled out of bed, hitting the ground with a thud. I pulled the covers, I would make the bed when I came back from school. As of then I just made it presentable then rushed to the bathroom. The door was thrown wide, stopping in my tracks, eyes wide open as I realized I was not alone and Hendrix was in the shower. The shock quickly wore off as I gave him a wide smile which I was not sure he could see with the wet shower door. “Morning. I will just hop in the tub.” I ran for the sink, scrubbing my teeth clean. I gurgled and scrapped my tongue before running to the tub to fill it. The bus was definitely going to leave me behind. I cursed, jumping in. I scrubbed down as quickly as I could. Hendrix stepped out of the shower and I froze, foam was all over my body. I didn’t even know where to cover; my boobs, my ass,
In a day spent surrounded by people I had begun to see as my family, for a second I found myself alone with my husband. I looked around, Samantha in the pool with Blue. Ryan had gone to take a business call in his room. Javier had left saying he was going to check on something, he was probably running away because he was so shy. Maggie did not want to leave the kitchen, wanting to feed us with every passing hour. I could not believe this, turning to my side on the fleece blankets we had lain next to the pool where both Hendrix and I lay soaking in the sun. His shirt had been taken off, leaving his shorts. He hadn’t gotten in the pool and I was still wearing my shorts over the one piece swimming suit. He looked peaceful, I debated whether to even disturb him but I did not want to miss the chance. I lowered back down, decided to let it be. “How are you doing?” The words I had been wanting to ask him since I saw him the previous day suddenly escaped. My chest eased, the weight flew of
Hendrix was in the shower, him having taken Blue to Samantha after them greeting me. My baby had been wide-eyed, probably wondering what had just happened to him so early in the morning. But Hendrix had swore Blue hadn’t cried while they ran through town then back. I could still remember how sweaty and hot his skin had been, my fingertips still buzzing where I had touched him. I couldn’t bear through this, quickly dashing out of the bedroom before I went to the bathroom again to get something that did not even exist. First I went to Samantha and found that she was done bathing Blue and was about to hop into the shower. I picked up Blue and left so she could relax and enjoy her bath. “Hi Maggie,” I greeted walking into the kitchen. I lowered Blue into his kitchen chair. He was being so good to me that day. Maggie glared at me, having me chuckle. “I was thinking that we have breakfast outside today. Do you need any help, I am hands in?” I asked, moving to wash my hands. “No Ma’am,
Hendrix had taken a shower first and I had followed. “I wonder if Ryan has everything he needs,” It was a random thought but very valid. “I am sure he does, I asked Maggie to prepare the room a few days ago.” Hendrix said, flipping over the covers and sliding through.” My mouth turned into an 'O'. But why had Ryan come? It seemed they had planned the trip days ago. I wanted to ask but sealed my lips instead. I pulled the cover back from my side of the bed and slid in. A sigh escaped me as the exhaustion whisked away. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the calm that fell over me. Finals were just a few weeks away and I was pulling all-nighters nearly every night. I just wanted to do my best. “It was nice of him to come though,” I said, turning to my side, my eyes opening only to gasp because this bed was queen-sized which left no space between Hendrix and I. My breath caught in my throat, just a few inches from touching him. Hendrix decided to also turn until he was sleeping on his sid
Everyone left with a large piece of cake. Even the catering staff, all left with a box carrying a large piece of cake. The cake had been a mixture between vanilla, chocolate, red velvet and carrot cake. Each flavor was delicious and I was so full of cake. “Let me get this big guy cleaned up then straight to bed.” Samantha said.Blue was covered in cake icing. He had mashed a large piece with his bare hands, and surely he had eaten very little of it. It seemed he loved mashing it with his hands more than actually eating it. Seeing him excitedly smashing it had been one of my highlights. “Okay, come say night night to mommy.” I held out my hands and Samantha placed him in my arms. Blue was too tired to fight me. I flooded him with a million kisses and was finally able to hug him tightly to me. “I love you my angel, so so much. Happy birthday my little prince.” Once again I was getting emotional. I held him so tightly and did not want to let go as I buried my face in his hair. He was
Two younger teenage girls came and stole Blue away just as Hendrix finished feeding him. They rushed away to the swing where they sat and began carefully swinging with him on one’s lap. Hendrix and I stared for a few minutes before looking away. He was then able to eat his food and I could also start eating mine. I could not stop myself from stealing glances of him as he listened to the conversation going around the table. My husband was so handsome, his hair having been trimmed with the beard I had last seen him spotting gone.The dark under eyes were still there. He was not sleeping and I wondered why. I wanted to ask him how he had been but decided to table it for later. Was he going to stay over or leave? He had never spent a night in the house so I guessed he would be leaving after the party especially because he had come with Ryan. “I heard you are in High school?” A question came and somehow I just knew it had been posed to me. My head picked up, eyes falling on the woman
I ran out of class.The teacher had added twenty minutes stating that he wanted to finish the chapter we were on. I groaned out as I breezed through the corridors. I heard the second the bus arrived and now it was going to leave me behind. I cursed, thinking that I should have taken the car today. But I hated doing that in case something happened to Blue and they needed to take him to the hospital or something. Turning the corner, I caught the back of the bus as it drove away. I continued running, waving my arms drastically. Laughter echoed from behind me and when there was no hope of catching up to the bus I turned and flicked the laughing students off. I groaned out, catching my breath, and combing my hair back with my fingers. I couldn’t be late, not today.I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Samantha. “Hi Sam, I need your help. The bus left me. Please take the car to collect the cake from the baker’s shop?” “Okay. Will do. Should I get you after?”“No, it’s okay. Please
The ride back was silent and awkward. The music playing did not help at all.I couldn’t stare at him, I barely even ate because of the horror of it all. My throat was all clogged up. “I didn…” I trailed away, my voice shaking, staring at my hands. “What?” Hendrix asked, turning to me. “I didn’t….I …..I wasn…” just rumbling off, fumbling all over my words. “It’s okay, it’s natural.” Natural! Was it possible to get more embarrassed? My head was shaking. “I don…I don’t do that.” Hendrix turned to me and I could see the questions on his face. I did have a baby, I wasn’t innocent of course but I just wanted him to know that I wasn’t like that. I don’t know why I wanted to clarify because there was nothing wrong with pleasuring yourself but I just….I huffed out. “I never…touched myself before.” This was getting worse, my face getting redder. “And it only happened once.” I pushed the rest of the words out, turning to stare outside the window, my nails digging into my palm. The te