“Who’s she, Keenan?” I ask Keenan, who looks lost between the two women beside him.
I don’t need the answer, no I didn’t want the answer because I already know who she is. This was why he threw me away yesterday. He wanted to sleep around with some other woman.
My heart is breaking, but then again, what did I even expect? He doesn’t love me; he doesn’t even like me and I have given my heart already to him! Who does that?
A pathetic loser.
The woman, although in a towel, is a walking beauty and I think at this point she knows that. She’s of medium height and the towel does not hide her great curves. Her straight blonde hair reaching behind her back, her eyes are alluring green orbs and her lips red and a lit puffy and I know why that is.
“Who are you?” The Lady turns to ask me as Keenan seems to go mute. Her eyes are demanding and unfriendly as she stares at me.
“I’m his wife,” I put much emphasis on the wife so s
“She said ‘I love you.’” I reply, walking away from the window and towards the bed and I sit down next to him. “Your wife proclaiming her affection towards you shouldn’t be something that would make you feel this disturbed.” If his ignorance hasn’t made me feel bad before, it just did. I wouldn’t say I blame him, though. We have been in brief contact since I got back. In fact, we haven’t been friends for the last four years, not after he accused me of sleeping with Taylor, who was still then his girlfriend behind his back and broke Taylor’s heart. Since I came back into the country, I felt hurt by Taylor and I developed resentment towards him; he was the guy that hurt and broke Taylor’s heart and he was the one Taylor still chose over me. I kept my distance from them and have disclosed little information about himself to Rory well until now. I needed my best friend just as much as he needed me, and I know I have to tell him the truth ab
“Good morning, princess.” He greets politely. From what I can see on him, he only has his black Calvin Klein briefs and his black singlet on for covering. The remaining parts of his body comes up exposed to my eyes, his muscled arms and from his mid-thigh downward exposed with thick muscles and long dark hair from his knee downwards. “Morning.” I reply, feeling a little disconnected and suspicious suddenly. “What are you doing?” I step away from the door, but not going anywhere close to me. I tighten my hands around the white towel I have on, which barely covers much. He smiles widely, “I’m drawing you a warm bath.” he runs his hand through the water in the tub and I stand still and watch him. After a while he looks up at me, “it is warm enough, undress and get in.” “While you are still here?” I ask, my tone rising nervously as I speak. And this makes him get up from the tub and I properly stare at him. There is a humoro
“Where are you?” Bethany demands over the phone, “we are almost leaving and the kids haven’t seen you yet.” After waiting and listening for a while, she rolls her eyes. “No, don’t give me the bullshit excuse called work ‘cause we both know that is not it.” “Good, better get yourself here or I’m gonna have to come and drag it from where ever you are.” After the hard threat, she ends the call and turns to me with a mischievous look, “He’s on his way.” I give her a sceptical look as I approach my make-up mirror where she’s standing, “Are you sure?” She grins wickedly, “Well, of course! I know Keenan well and if there someone he tries not to get angry, it’s me.” She answers, “I wish I could just threaten these fats on my skin and have it be how I want though.” She sighs sadly as she stares at herself in the mirror before her. Although anyone who sees Bethany would consider her mature and yes she is, but most judgement would
He unhooks my bra and my breast spill forward into his waiting palms and he fondles them delicately. My eyes shut and I moan as he kisses over my exposed breast down my belly and he drops on his knees and unbuckles my belt and unzip my jeans and pulls them down along with my panties and when he has them undone, he looks up into my eyes and I stroke his hair, drunk and dizzy with undisclosed desires. “Se riesci a vederti in questo momento, ti renderai conto che non è necessario combattermi. Non è chiaro? Lo vuoi anche tu (If you can see yourself right now you will realize there is no need to fight me.) Isn’t it clear? You want this too.” He gets up and kisses me hard on the lips and his hand works on my button and I begin to feel myself getting turned on and more excited and as I get closer to the edge, Keenan withdraws his hand and he pulls away from me. My eyes open as I feel the loss of his touch and the absence of Keenan’s closeness. “Keenan
Third POV Two days later, “I never really got to thank you for what you did for Rory,” Phoebe’s voice draws Keenan out of the deep thought his mind has cast him into in the last half hour and he gives her space to seat on the seat close to him. Rory had gone back to Taylor's home to patch things up with her and, after waiting at her gate and getting no response. He could have left when he saw the cloud forming. He knew he needed to leave, but he had to stay because he had told Taylor he wasn’t leaving until he got the chance to talk to her. He never got the chance to talk to her and so he didn’t leave... At least not until he lost consciousness. Keenan had brought Rory to the hospital after finding him unconscious in the heavy rain outside of Taylor's home, where he suspected Rory had gone after he came to the hotel and realised he was gone. After Rory got admitted and they run tests on him. They found out that t
Brushing aside an odd sensation of uneasiness, Vary gets down from the taxi as it comes to a stop in front of the hospital. The nervousness grows within her as she walks in, as she wonders what Keenan might say to her when he sees her. She wonders if Keenan would even want to see her, knowing she was the one who left him days ago. Rejection is the last thing she can take right now, and she fears that’s what she’s going to get and she immediately turns back to leave, only to collide with a young man who is also running up the hospital stairs. Vary loses her balance and almost falls to the ground, but for the young man’s brawny arms. Their eyes meet and Vary notices his brownish blonde hair having the side-blown style, his blue eyes and from what she sees, she can tell he’s in his early twenties, but his pencils beard makes it hard to tell the exact age. He helps her back on her feet and she blushes in embarrassment as he gives her a care
Twelve years ago... Keenan stepped into his apartment after returning from basketball practice, looking all sweaty and hungry. His first thought was shower, then food, but as soon as he stepped into the apartment, the heavenly smell he smelt from the kitchen made him want to change his mind. He would have said there was a girl over, but he knew how good his roommate and best friend, Rory, was at cooking. This was his doing, and Keenan wasn’t sure he would bathe before eating as he had earlier planned. As he threw his bag onto the sofa and almost sat, he remembered he had a date with Phoebe later in the day, so he had to get ready. He didn’t want to end up going to see her late and knew Phoebe wouldn’t appreciate that either. Although today made it four months since they started dating, Keenan had never gotten the chance to tell his best friend that he was dating his sister. He always freaked out whenever he had tried to tell him the truth. He never planned to fall in love with Phoe
Keenan’s POV A week later... After Rory got discharged from the hospital, I helped take him home, trying to make sure he would be safe and okay in my absence. “For the last time, Keenan, I’ll be fine.” Rory tells me frankly, as I follow him into the house, “you are worse than a worrisome girlfriend. Hope you know.” He tells me grumpily. “You’ve done enough, you need rest.” I roll my eyes, “Coming from someone who was making wedding preparation on the hospital bed, I’d gladly take the advice.” I sarcastically remark with a snort. “Well, that was different.” Rory argues and I raise a brow at him, “I did that because I was and I am still eager to get married and settle down and make a family with Taylor and Reign, but you need to go home and spend the night with your wife.” Hearing Rory refer to Vary as my wife brings alive a feeling I once thought I lost, which is the ability to own someone or something. With Vary, I always feel like I’m
My eyes open slowly to the noise coming from downstairs and I realise that Keenan no longer on the bed and as I look around I realise he isn’t in the room either. This morning is dull and Christmas mornings have never been that way for me before as it is one of my favourite holidays, but this morning is not like the others I’ve had. It’s freezing feverish and I’m also irritated at almost everything. It’s been happening these past few days and nausea feeling doesn’t help either. These are signs I get when I’m about to begin my period and but this time they are a little different. Christmas should be fun, but my mood isn’t making it easy. I want to close my eyes when the door opens and Keenan walks in wearing a black round neck polo and grey sweatpants. His hair is rough as expected, but his blue eyes are sharp, especially when they land on me. He smiles and walks over to me. “Good morning, sweetheart. Levi and Bethany are wondering if you would come down for b
“Vary?” He calls, a little surprised, and a little relieved as he shuts the door and tosses his keys on the counter. She’s wearing a white gown reaching a little below her thigh, displaying her toned long legs and it takes all Keenan’s might to not get distracted by them so he asks, “What are you doing here?”She gets up from the bed and walks towards him, “Trying to make amends.”Keenan looks puzzled. He does not interrupt her, he just listens.She pauses halfway towards him, “I shouldn’t have run away the way I did that night and I have blamed you for so long I forgot I also played a part in it.... the greatest part.”Keenan shakes his head. If there’s anything he has learnt in the past three months, is that passing blame helps no one. “Vary, that not true. We both played an equal part in everything that happened.” He says as he walks to her.She wanted h
Three months later.*** Keenan tosses and turns on the large, but lonely bed and after three hours of trying to convince himself why he needs to sleep, he pulls himself up and reaching for his phone on the lampstand beside his bed he picks it and dials the motel Christel’s line. He waits a moment and in less than three seconds later, the call is picked and a feminine voice comes through at the end of the line after the first ring. “Hello Christel motel customer service line, always open for services. How may I help you?” The polite voice asks. He clears his suddenly choked up throat to ask, “Hello, I wanted to ask if room 43 is still being occupied?” “Hold on, let me check.” The line is quiet and a minute later, the voice speaks. “Yes, sir, it is still being occupied. But our other rooms are available and of equal standard, if you would like to check in there.” He shakes his head,
One week later, “Why am I hacking into their system again?” Rory asks Keenan with a curious tone of voice as he opens and accesses some information on the computer screen. Keenan, who realises Rory has accessed the bank security information, moves closer to him. “Because it’s one week and two days since Vary left and I have to find out where she is that way. I’ll be okay.” He answers with honesty in his voice. After Vary disappeared from the hospital a week ago and Keenan had no other choice but to try looking for her, the best way he can. He pays a visit to Alian, Vary’s good friend, but she told him she hadn’t seen Vary since the birthday party and Keenan went to meet with Levi, but he also said he hadn’t seen her, but would also be on the lookout for her. After a long unyielding search, Keenan returned home that day, and as he walks over to the
Vary's consciousness a few days later and her blurry eyes open and as she searches around, she realises that she’s in a strange and empty room. Panic ceases her being as she struggles to move, but she’s is impaled to the bed. Her head is still fuzzy and her body is weak and she cannot do much but struggle to get free. The door opens, and she hears a footstep in the room. Coming close to her bedside, she continues to struggle to get free and run away, but just like it has been since she woke up, it is still impossible.The man is in a long white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, and Vary knows he’s a doctor. He’s tall, probably around six feet, masculine and with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and thin lips. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, but he looks very fit for his age.“You are finally awake,” comes the cheerful voice of the doctor as he smiles down at her warmly.She is afraid as she star
Tobi turns around to look at them and Varisha sees the devilish smile he always had, which she had always hated. “What is this?” Vary demands, her voice low and weary as she stares at Tobi in horror. There is fear and panic in her eyes and the last thing she wants right now is him anywhere near her or Keenan, but here he is, standing in her home. Keenan wraps his arms around her waist and she slowly looks up at him, wondering why on earth he would bring him to her? Why would he do this to her? Keenan is oblivious to what’s going on in her head, but he notices the tension that has built within her, and so he smiles. “I know you think what happened in the past is your fault, but your father is already past that and he has also forgiven you and only wishes you to forgive yourself.” A bitter taste grows in her mouth and she wonders what lie her father has fed to her husband. “Forgiven me?” Vary asks ridiculously, and squeaki
“What happened, Keenan?” Rory asks, as he walks down to meet him in the waiting room. “Is Varisha okay? Where is she?” Keenan is pacing around aimlessly when he sees Rory close by. He goes over and wraps his arms around him in a tight hug. Rory puts his arms around Keenan for strength and support and pats his shoulder gently. Keenan pulls away and sits down and Rory bends down beside him, “You sounded so worried on the phone.” He begins, sounding concerned about his friend. More tears roll down Keenan’s eyes, and he buries his face in his hands. “Vary had an accident and the doctor told me I would have to choose because so far they can only save one. I told them to do all they can, but also to save my wife.” “What happened?” He asks, not expecting that. When Keenan called him and told him he was at the general hospital, Rory didn’t think it was a serious issue because Keenan said little, and now he understands why he is so torn
“There she is!” Announces Patrick happily. I force myself to put on a smile, walking down to where he and Keenan are having a discussion. “I knew this day would surely come.” He tells Keenan with confidence. “Are we supposed to believe that, Dad?” Keenan asks, with a raised brow, clearly not believing in what his father just said. The old man shrug indifferently. “From the first day I saw the two of you together, I knew you were meant to be.” He points out in a convinced tone of voice, “although that was four years ago and you were still much in love with Taylor, I knew there was something about Vary that made her the ideal woman for you.” Keenan drinks a little from his glass of wine. “And you never told me any of that.” Keenan pointed out to him. “I knew it wouldn’t be clear, so I let fate lead both of you to your destiny.” The man just responds, still much convinced
Five Months Earlier. Vary’s POV “I’m fine, Keenan, it’s bad you made me quit my job, but I’m not an invalid, I’m only pregnant” I lament as Keenan carries me in a bridal style up the stairs and into our bedroom and when he gets in, he walks to the bed and carefully lowers me down on it. He pecks my lips before sitting down and putting my legs in his lap and helping me pull off my shoes. “You are my responsibility because we are expecting our first baby.” He replies, massaging my feet and my eyes close slowly as I enjoy what he is doing. For the past two and half month Keenan has made it his duty and responsibility to treat me like a Regina (queen) as he’d call out when we argue. I can’t say I don’t love the affection and tenderness he’s showering on me. I’m just not happy when he does everything alone. “You know we still have six to seven and a half months till the delivery day. Think you can keep up?” I cock a bro