Charlotte McCartney Maudere was like a god in our city, he was a former religious leader, a former politician, one of the senators of our republic. At a time he was the most renowned psycho physician in the whole continent during his era. Till this date, his clinic still stands amongst the most prominent in our city. As of these days, he opened a small massage agency as a retirement settlement, one that he takes around the world to offer massage and mental therapeutic services to the richest men in these cities. “Looks like Josh had booked this exclusive service for me and Kelcie on this occasion of her birthday. This would have cost much more than a fortune for a regular working class man”, I mused.“Good afternoon ma”, a very attractive woman of about my age or thereabout greeted me. She was also very elegantly and richly dressed. “Please follow me”, she said to me and Kelcie. “Mr Maudere does not like to be kept waiting”.Maudere was an equally elegantly dressed man in his sixti
Charlotte McCartney We both sat looking like items picked out of an aristocratic box. Kelcie looked all dazzling and adorable in her dress while I on the other hand looked well like the wife of a billionaire. Right after the makeover everyone we passed became instantly attentive on more than two instances, I caught two sets of wealthy customers whispering to one another as we passed through, I even over what the other set said.One asked, who are these glamorous people ? Seems like they're from some billionaire family of something of that sort”.The other responded, “they're always waltzing around acting as though they run the world. Well they don't run my world, they'll never run my world”.Even the Chauffeur seemed a little confused when we got outside though he did a great job concealing it and was quick to respond as soon as sighted us but his contemplation was very apparent all the same.“Mommy are the horses going to be at my birthday?” Kelcie asked, as we headed home. “The ho
Charlotte McCartney “Oh no you didn't Josh”, I said, agitated. “How could he even decide to ruin what had started out so beautifully. Was this intentional?” I asked myself. “Or is it just a deed, one pulled out of ignorance”, I wondered again. “But no. There's no way it was a hidden fact that these two people were the least people Kelcie needed and at least not in this party”, I thought angrily.“Yes I did”, he replied. “I sent out an envoy to them as well. And though they did agree to come around, my boys reported that they sensed a negative reception of the message they carried. It was as though they both did not seem happy about that and that's where I would like you to come in and explain to me. Why?” He asked as he gazed at me.“You don't know why? It's because they hate us, they hate her. They might act as though they're cool and do not have a problem with us but it's all lies. That's why I don't want my daughter around them. I can't even imagine you invited them Josh. Thought
Charlotte McCartney We were standing at the same spot when they arrived. Their car drove slowly towards us until it took a short turn to the left and parked. Next thing all four doors opened and there was my family, the whole of them; Father, Mother, Whitney and Ron.“Good afternoon or is it evening?” mother said, taking charge of the entire interaction as she always did.“I don't remember asking you to bring this asshole here”, Josh said, looking immediately annoyed by Ron's presence.“You asked for the family Josh and I brought you the family”, mom said, nonchalantly.“Plus I don't think it's proper to insult an obvious member of the family”, Whitney said with a serious face.“I don't remember when exactly your family took him in, please remind me when”, he asked Whitney roughly.“And please remind me when it is you took in this wife of yours”, Whitney said, gesturing to me and I snarled in return.“Come on, is this what we came here for Josh?” Father asked this. “For you to let ou
Josh Xavier“Hey Happy birthday Josh”, Oliver, my class buddy, shook my hands and slapped my shoulder playfully. He was always that playful and funny and was my best friend at the time. “Thanks man”, I said, rubbing the place he slapped me. It was a really bright afternoon that day and people kept trooping in. I sat on the playground to wish myself well.My school had bested the entire region in the sports of lacrosse and today being the final game was marked by loud screams and jubilation. I had led the Victorious teams as its fearless captain and was also named the most valuable player of the entire gaming season. What made that day memorable was that on this final game, I was marking my seventeenth birthday, so the celebration only got better when it was announced that not only had I won the most valuable player, but that on this day and on this very game was also my birthday.“Happy birthday Josh”, Marcy, a very pretty girl at the time whom I secretly admired and desired came to
Josh Xavier I lay in bed wide awake for what seemed like hours just doing nothing, uncertain on what to do and how to go about it, the zeal just wasn't there. Lots of days were like this,it made no difference if it was my birthday or not. Birthdays weren't so much of a thing especially after I lost my mom but it wasn't a completely terrible day because that was when I rode the horses. I'd get off very early from work and spend a good amount of time to myself riding through the estate. It was during these rides I'd have one of the most retrospective moments. So usually birthdays weren't days when I celebrated life as much as I celebrated new levels of discoveries , as well as certain aspects of self revelation. They weren't necessarily on a positive basis but they were enough distraction as opposed to my rigid work life .“Get up you old fuck”, I told myself a thousand times but my body refused to respond, to succumb to the day-to-day pain of living of surviving especially like this
Josh XavierThe third piggie built a house made of stone and bricks so when the wolf came by it was utterly useless. He huffed and puffed and because the house was built with bricks and stones instead of straws or sticks nothing happened. When the bad wolf saw that his plan to blow away the third piggies house was not working, he sought other ways to get in. Then he spotted the chimneys.“Why don't I go down there, I'm sure the sweet little piggy will be down that Chimney”, I said, in a failed attempt at mimicking what the wolf may have sounded like. Kelcie laughed, even her mother was chuckling. “Then the wolf climbed up the roof and through the Chimney but unknown to him, the little piggies had boiled a steaming pot of hot water and as the wolf slid down the chimney, he heardswoosh!“The little piggy poured all the steamy boiling water on the wolf”. I said dramatically. “Let's end it there”, I said, as I noticed she was already drifting off. “We will continue some other time”, I a
Charlotte McCartney “Just promise to not do too much”, Josh said to me on the ride to the clinic. For some reason I had ended up accompanying him by barely just suggesting it. “The whole process gets pretty exhausting and it's probably then I feel a little lonely, not like I don't feel that way all the time”, he had said earlier. I was touched by that .“Would you like me to accompany you?" I asked just like that and he said yes to me. “Alright, but why all the warnings? it's not like i'm an outsider”, I said but he insisted that I promise.“I'm going to need you to promise, Charlotte”, he had insisted.All these took place right after he had dismissed my decision to fund Kelcie education all by myself. The conversations thereafter became pretty much light and was mostly all about the party and how Ron and my sister composed themselves throughout.Then he suggested a school that he thought was best for Kelcie, one he went to himself and he guaranteed me that they'll offer Kelcie th
Whitney McCartney “Hi mother”, I said, as I approached her. “Whitney”, Mother replied simply, without taking her eyes off the magazine she seemed to be engrossed in. For some reason though, I did not think she was really interested in the magazine. It felt like she was only acting to be interested in it just so she would avoid talking to me. I know this because I know Mother. If there was anything really intriguing about that magazine she would have been happy to talk about it.“Or maybe there is something intriguing in it and she is just too angry at me to want to tell me about it”, I thought. The thought of this cut me deeply. “This is all because of that stupid Charlotte that just refused to stay where she was supposed to be. I still don't know what was the need to do a wedding to solidify their stupid marriage in the first place. Talk more of making a big deal out of it so much as to come all the way here, to this mansion to inform Mother and try to rub his love for her in eve
Charlotte McCartneyMr Peter Masketov himself along with a chain of assistants were outside waiting by the time we got there. “Mommy is that for us?” Kelcie inquired as soon as we got to where the small crowd of people converged.“I don't know Kelcie, let's see”, I replied, “let's see”, I repeated in my heart. “Alright, let's do this”, I said out loud, as the car revved to a halt, talking to myself much more than I was even telling her. We got out of the car. And set to head on to meet with the small crowd that was already smiling at us, a gesture of goodwill and show of an anticipated presence.“Ma'am”, the driver called back as we were about to join the convergence. “What time will be convenient for me to come back? I already have a time set to return but the boss signified that I inquire if you may want to take out some more time to do some other things before I return to take you to your destination” he said, speaking politely.“The boss, Josh” I thought. Up till now, I had not s
Whitney McCartney For the first time in my life I feel so insignificant. This house, this mansion where I was born, where I have always called home feels like a strange land to me. “What is this?” I asked rhetorically, noticing a fading drawing on a small part of the mansion’s entrance. I walked closer to see what it was. “What is this? Why am I just seeing this?” I asked myself as I stared at the fading image of a lion. “Oh it's probably Grandfather's lion painting, the one mother was planning to have redrawn. So this is where it was?” I thought. I had not noticed it in all the years I had walked past that entrance.“Everything feels so unfamiliar. This unusual silence that is screaming so loudly only began after Charlotte’s uninvited and unwelcome visitation. Why did she have to come here anyway? Why could she not stay where she was? Why did she come here? She should have stayed there, where she belongs, with that broken piece of shit that calls himself Josh”, I thought, angrily.
Charlotte McCartney“Weeeeeeee! That's how the plane goes mommy, weeeee!” Kelcie said completely ecstatic. I wondered how it was possible to not have been infected by this cheerfulness. Evidently Josh had made it happen. Her dream of flying was finally coming through and yet I couldn't find it in me to be happy because I knew what happened and certainly what lay ahead may only have looked good but was not at all. “Before I forget, your friend Maddie will be joining you two at the resort”, Lydia informed me. “She will be coming with a couple visitors”, she added.“Which visitors?” I asked, a little worried. I did not mind Maddie joining us at all. She would even be good companion. “But who else would she bring?” I asked myself, not wanting strangers. “It would be easy to face my embarrassment with Maddie and Kelcie alone. Maddie could even defend me if the need arises” I thought.“Don't worry, it's not too many people. She will be coming along with her sister and her sister's daughter
Charlotte McCartney“Mommy! mommy! Get off the bed, we are already late”, Kelcie said, shaking me from my sleep.“I must have fallen asleep again”, I thought, recalling I wanted to shower earlier.“Late for what?” I asked, still very much asleep. Apparently, her shakes were courtesy of the fact that her baby strength had very little impact in doing what she had intended to do.“Come on now Charlotte, you can't still be this sleepy”, Lydia said. I hadn't even noticed she was also here too.“I'm really having a hard time knowing what I'll be late for”, I answered her.“Oh so you really have forgotten then?” she replied even in my daze I could hear the mild surprise in her voice.“Mommy, we're supposed to go and see the dressers today”, Kelcie replied this time.“Oh yes Charlotte”, Lydia joined in,”Your appointment was set for this date, today”.“Oh that”, I recalled loudly. “Is that even still happening?" I thought to myself. Today I was supposed to go to check out my wedding dress, fin
Charlotte McCartney By the time I came out of the bathroom my baby was no longer sleeping. She had turned on the bedroom light and was already out of the room as she usually did in the mornings. I looked up at the antique wall clock in our bedroom, “7:41am”, I said. “Kelcie must be having her milkshakes by now or just talking to Lydia”, I thought, then it hit me like a blow.“Lydia knows”, I said out loud. “She knows. There is no way she doesn't know. She was the one who called Josh to come and conduct the wine tasting. We were supposed to do it together but she excused herself. I'm sure she would have expected me to do the same as soon as Josh arrived but I stayed, foolishly”, I thought.“That's what mother always talked about. This is the same thing mother always said about me, the same reason she's always complaining. I'm so stupid. I never think before I act. I'm just so stupid. I could have left. There was nothing stopping me from leaving. But I stayed. Why? I could have left it
Charlotte McCartney “Baby”, I said as I stretched my hand to reach my baby. “Oh she's out already”, I concluded to myself as my outstretched hand met an empty bed. “She's probably watching the sunrise now”, I added, as I tried to sit up in bed. “There is something hard about this bed”, I thought, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. “Did someone replace the bed when I was out?” I asked myself.I yawned and laid back down to sleep but my eyes flew open almost immediately and I sat up at about the same instance. “Where am I?” I asked myself, looking round to check my surroundings. “Where am…” I was going to repeat the question again, when realization dawned me. “This is Josh's room. How did I get here?” I questioned, quite confused.“Oh my God! No! No! It did not happen again”, I said, wrapping my hand around my naked body, as I realized I was lying naked under Josh's sheets. My clothes were folded neatly at the foot of the bed.“Oh God please! This did not happen. How could I ha
Charlotte McCartneyThe sound of his name had butterflies swimming around my stomach all of a sudden. I had deliberately avoided talking about him all morning and had tried my best to not spend my whole day thinking as well as talking about him but he was everywhere nonetheless.“What Is that?” Lydia teased. “You think I'm going to be carrying you around afterwards?” She asked, pausing dramatically. “No young lady, not when you have a loving husband”.I bowed my head feeling slightly embarrassed and mildly amused. “Lydia and her mean little humour could somehow take one off guard like that. But it's alright the lady means no harm”, I said to myself.“Don't you worry though? I'll go call him for you. I bet he's still in his room but definitely awake by now. Come on I bet it'll be fun too”, she said assuringly.As she hurried off, thoughts of the last night we were together filled my mind. I yearned so much for his presence but yet was still shy and scared to admit it. It just felt too
Charlotte McCartney “The sugar is literally making me drunk”, Lydia exclaimed “It's too much don't you think?” she asked. “I love it Mommy”, Kelcie said to me. “Ms Lydia, why do you not like it?” Kelcie asked, turning to Lydia. Then, she chattered on and on as though the sugar was really getting her excited as Lydia had complained.“Too much sugar like this baby will have me living in the toilet for a couple days or weeks maybe”, she said, squinting her face. A proper look at the lady and you'd know that she had been a beauty in her youthful days and still, till this day gave off the impression of a beautiful aged lady.Kelcie laughed, “Ms Lydia you're saying the cake is going to make you poo poo?” She asked, amused. “Oh lots of poo poo I'm afraid”, she said, still squinting up her face.“But they do taste creamy as well”, I said. I personally thought it tasted quite good, heavenly to be exact, everything felt heavenly right now.“Yeah there's cream but there's sugar as well but p