“Well, hi" the newcomer said in a low voice as she sat. Maren raised her head at the sound of the voice and turned to look beside her. “I was thinking you wouldn't come." “You really have the guts to show up here, don't you, Irene? Maren spat but quietly, to avoid attracting attention to herself while keeping her eyes forward and focused on the priest who had begun to speak. He held a shiny Bible and began to speak in a gentle, yet authoritative and audible tone. "Dear friends and family, we gather today to bid farewell to a remarkable individual, William Sinclair. A man of great vision, entrepreneurial spirit, and of course, a man of great leadership…” Maren almost scoffed, but kept it inside of her. As much as she felt sad that he was gone, being beside Irene only reminded her of everything both of them had done and it made some kind of hate grow inside of her again. “Why did you decide to come, you fake ass bitch?" Irene whispered. "At least I didn't go into hiding
"William was sterile, alright?" “What?" “You heard me right, Maren," Irene replied, gritting her teeth. “And you would have known if you had listened to him, gave him a chance to speak” "Stop it Irene, you're messing with me” “Of course, this is the best time for jokes," Irene said sarcastically. "You can't be serious, Irene,” she said almost in a whisper as her voice was beginning to fade from the tears which choked her. Goosebumps traced their way to her brain, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold. “He said you were always telling him how you wanted a child before the wedding and you always seemed so happy talking about it that he never had the heart to tell you he could not fulfil that one wish of yours” "No!” she muttered and staggered back a little, holding herself from doubling over as a tear dropped from her eyes. By this time, everyone around noticed something was wrong, but they didn't seem like they'd come any closer to confirm. Irene didn't care, she continu
“You've been quiet ever since you got back from William's burial. What is the problem?” Maren didn't respond. She just sat at the table on her room's balcony, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. “What the hell happened that day Maren, talk to me," her mom persuaded, settling into the chair opposite her, placing a cup of tea in front of her. “You turned off your phone after that day and even Alexander hasn't been able to reach you." Maren reached for the cup and lifted it to her lips, making sure to not lock eyes with her mom. She took a sip of the tea and placed the cup in front of her mom, meaning she wasn't interested. Her mom narrowed her eyes at her. “At least if you wouldn't speak, listen to me." Maren still wasn't moved and one could tell that her attention wasn't entirely on what she was doing. “Well, Micheal, the detective was here yesterday while you were busy wallowing in your mind" her mom went on, anyway. "He could get a hold of
“What the fuck did you tell Maren?" “What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Irene asked absentmindedly as she put a pot of water on the gas and turned it on. “I demand you tell me what you told Maren, that she refused to speak with anyone.” Irene turned away from him and turned off the faucet to wash some vegetables. He waited patiently, watching her back as she worked. She finally turned to him and placed the bowl on the counter. She raised her eyes to meet his face. “What don't you go ask the bitch herself” she spat and pulled out a knife. “Like I said, she's refused to speak with anyone, plus I want to hear it from the horse's mouth." Alexander sat behind the counter and watched Irene's knife slice the veggies slowly. From where he sat, he observed that her actions were slowed and her face confirmed that she wasn’t okay, with reddened eyelids and bags beneath them. She was quiet, which was so unusual for her and she wasn't scared one bit when she found him in
“Alex!” “How are you doing, little man?" Alexander asked, returning the tight hug which Nathan threw to him. “Hey look at me," he urged and Nathan obeyed, breaking the hug. “You missed me, didn't you?" Nathan stared at the ceiling and clasped his hands behind his back as if not wanting to say what was on his mind. “Nooo,” he said quietly, with a goofy smile on his lips. “Now that there is a lie. You're going to tell me you didn't miss big ol’ Alex?” Alexander asked with a pretend frown on his face. “Mmm," Nathan replied, nodding. “Nah, I don't believe that" he said and grabbed Nathan by the waist and buried his head in his stomach as he blew on it, making Nathan laugh out loud while he struggled to pull Alexander's head away from him. “Should I go on?” He asked as he stopped when he noticed Nathan was almost choking from the laughter. “No, go away from me," Nathan said, still giggling. "Oh yeah? How about I just...” "No, stop it Alex,” he said as his tiny fingers s
"Boys, go play upstairs," Nella said to Nathan and Zack, who had been running around between both women's legs. The boys scurried carefully up the stairs and, as their giggles faded, Nella turned to Maren, hoping to finally have some time to talk to her. They both strolled out the door and onto the compound, which was decorated by short hedges which formed a circle around a horse statue which stood in the middle. “Nice house," Nella complemented, looking around though she knew hers could top it. "I honestly can't believe Alexander consented to our being here. I always thought he was some kind of possessive monster,” she said jokingly. “Well, then there's not much difference between us. I also thought the same honestly,” she said and paused as they got to the end of the path which they were following. "But then, Alexander's suddenly changed. He now cares more and doesn't really bug me if I don't meet the monthly deadline. It's strange but I think I love i
He turned her over and, balancing her legs around his waist, he slid into her again, locking lips with her to suppress her moans. “Fuck!" She managed to breathe in pleasure. The slapping sounds grew faster, and she dug her perfectly manicured fingers into his back. Then he pulled out, releasing his semen to the ground, then he tossed her onto the already ruffled bed and stared at her. Lustful smiles spread across their faces as they looked at themselves. He got on top of her and took her breast in his mouth, caressing her nipple with his tongue while his hand squeezed the other breast. Then he slid down, and she released a gasp as she felt his tongue inside her. Her body shook at the third orgasm. “You are way better than your friend," he said as he exchanged his lips with his fingers, thrusting deep inside her as he looked into her eyes, his manhood erect beneath him. “How many times are you going to remind me?” she replied, a disgusting grin playing on her lips. Maren
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I must have drifted away,” Maren apologised, snapping back to reality. "I don't care, lady. Get your car out of the road,” the man outside her car queried in a husky voice. Maren shuddered at the memory; the smile on Irene's face plastered in her mind like an awful song as she committed that atrocity with her ex fiance. She pulled up in the parking lot of the premises and got out of the car. She looked up at the building she stood in front of. It read ‘Sovereign Nexus’. Taking a deep breath, she walked in, making her way to the elevator, which always took her to the CEO’s office. If her calculations were correct, she'd been there four times this week but hadn't met the CEO available. She prayed a silent prayer that she would meet him as the elevator opened at the topmost floor. Walking down the hallway, she surprisingly found the door open. She sighed in relief as she knocked twice and peeped into the massive office. “You know, those people are t
"Boys, go play upstairs," Nella said to Nathan and Zack, who had been running around between both women's legs. The boys scurried carefully up the stairs and, as their giggles faded, Nella turned to Maren, hoping to finally have some time to talk to her. They both strolled out the door and onto the compound, which was decorated by short hedges which formed a circle around a horse statue which stood in the middle. “Nice house," Nella complemented, looking around though she knew hers could top it. "I honestly can't believe Alexander consented to our being here. I always thought he was some kind of possessive monster,” she said jokingly. “Well, then there's not much difference between us. I also thought the same honestly,” she said and paused as they got to the end of the path which they were following. "But then, Alexander's suddenly changed. He now cares more and doesn't really bug me if I don't meet the monthly deadline. It's strange but I think I love i
“Alex!” “How are you doing, little man?" Alexander asked, returning the tight hug which Nathan threw to him. “Hey look at me," he urged and Nathan obeyed, breaking the hug. “You missed me, didn't you?" Nathan stared at the ceiling and clasped his hands behind his back as if not wanting to say what was on his mind. “Nooo,” he said quietly, with a goofy smile on his lips. “Now that there is a lie. You're going to tell me you didn't miss big ol’ Alex?” Alexander asked with a pretend frown on his face. “Mmm," Nathan replied, nodding. “Nah, I don't believe that" he said and grabbed Nathan by the waist and buried his head in his stomach as he blew on it, making Nathan laugh out loud while he struggled to pull Alexander's head away from him. “Should I go on?” He asked as he stopped when he noticed Nathan was almost choking from the laughter. “No, go away from me," Nathan said, still giggling. "Oh yeah? How about I just...” "No, stop it Alex,” he said as his tiny fingers s
“What the fuck did you tell Maren?" “What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Irene asked absentmindedly as she put a pot of water on the gas and turned it on. “I demand you tell me what you told Maren, that she refused to speak with anyone.” Irene turned away from him and turned off the faucet to wash some vegetables. He waited patiently, watching her back as she worked. She finally turned to him and placed the bowl on the counter. She raised her eyes to meet his face. “What don't you go ask the bitch herself” she spat and pulled out a knife. “Like I said, she's refused to speak with anyone, plus I want to hear it from the horse's mouth." Alexander sat behind the counter and watched Irene's knife slice the veggies slowly. From where he sat, he observed that her actions were slowed and her face confirmed that she wasn’t okay, with reddened eyelids and bags beneath them. She was quiet, which was so unusual for her and she wasn't scared one bit when she found him in
“You've been quiet ever since you got back from William's burial. What is the problem?” Maren didn't respond. She just sat at the table on her room's balcony, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. “What the hell happened that day Maren, talk to me," her mom persuaded, settling into the chair opposite her, placing a cup of tea in front of her. “You turned off your phone after that day and even Alexander hasn't been able to reach you." Maren reached for the cup and lifted it to her lips, making sure to not lock eyes with her mom. She took a sip of the tea and placed the cup in front of her mom, meaning she wasn't interested. Her mom narrowed her eyes at her. “At least if you wouldn't speak, listen to me." Maren still wasn't moved and one could tell that her attention wasn't entirely on what she was doing. “Well, Micheal, the detective was here yesterday while you were busy wallowing in your mind" her mom went on, anyway. "He could get a hold of
"William was sterile, alright?" “What?" “You heard me right, Maren," Irene replied, gritting her teeth. “And you would have known if you had listened to him, gave him a chance to speak” "Stop it Irene, you're messing with me” “Of course, this is the best time for jokes," Irene said sarcastically. "You can't be serious, Irene,” she said almost in a whisper as her voice was beginning to fade from the tears which choked her. Goosebumps traced their way to her brain, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold. “He said you were always telling him how you wanted a child before the wedding and you always seemed so happy talking about it that he never had the heart to tell you he could not fulfil that one wish of yours” "No!” she muttered and staggered back a little, holding herself from doubling over as a tear dropped from her eyes. By this time, everyone around noticed something was wrong, but they didn't seem like they'd come any closer to confirm. Irene didn't care, she continu
“Well, hi" the newcomer said in a low voice as she sat. Maren raised her head at the sound of the voice and turned to look beside her. “I was thinking you wouldn't come." “You really have the guts to show up here, don't you, Irene? Maren spat but quietly, to avoid attracting attention to herself while keeping her eyes forward and focused on the priest who had begun to speak. He held a shiny Bible and began to speak in a gentle, yet authoritative and audible tone. "Dear friends and family, we gather today to bid farewell to a remarkable individual, William Sinclair. A man of great vision, entrepreneurial spirit, and of course, a man of great leadership…” Maren almost scoffed, but kept it inside of her. As much as she felt sad that he was gone, being beside Irene only reminded her of everything both of them had done and it made some kind of hate grow inside of her again. “Why did you decide to come, you fake ass bitch?" Irene whispered. "At least I didn't go into hiding
"Are you okay, Maren?” Nella asked as she slipped into one of the facial chairs beside Maren. She put down her bag somewhere beside her and almost immediately, a lady came to attend to her. “I'm good, I mean, why wouldn't I?” Maren asked, without looking at her as her face was covered in a facial mask, but she knew it was Nella who had just spoken. "So you're holding up fine?” "Really, Nell?” "I'm just asking. I mean, he was your ex fiance after all and the father of your child,” she said defensively. “I like the fact that you said the word ‘ex fiance’. I don't care if he's the father of my child, I get to choose who'll father my child.” “Ooh, spicy" Nella said, as her legs were placed in a footbath, the mouth she was referring to Maren. “I really don't care what happened to him," Maren added. “Be honest, Maren, you still had feelings for him," Nella said, but Maren remained quiet, so she went on. “If really didn't care about him, you wouldn't have given him a chance
“I said, Mr Blackwood, that I was told…” "I heard you first time," he interrupted and leaned forward to quench the cigarette in the ashtray. His face was gloomy, as he knew who had disclosed the information. “So, sir, is there a chance I can get my hands on them?” The detective asked. Alexander leaned back into his sofa and scratched his almost bare chin in thought. "Do you have a warrant for this?” "Certainly sir." he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and showed it to him with bold shoulders. Alexander looked away from it and contemplated. It really wasn't easy getting that information. There was a lot of breaking in, colossal sums of money spent and, of course, torture involved before they could pull it off. “I can't show it to you," he finally said. “Respectfully, sir, that will be flagged as obstruction of Justice if you don't," he said, trying his best to use offenceless words. “What are you now, FBI?" Alexander scoffed "I in fact
"And Mr Blackwood?” ‘Shit! Alexander’ Maren's mind raced. He was so quiet when William broke the news about taking the whole situation to court and why did he tell her about those documents in time? It was as though he felt like it wasn't going to work, so there was no use and had a Plan B… “Ma’am are you okay?" Micheal interrupted, breaking into her thoughts. “Alexander would do no such thing. He was ready to face the judge tomorrow. He had critical evidence that William was a criminal," she blurted. "Mrs Blackwood, I meant his father, Mr Blackwood senior.” Maren's eyes widened slightly in the realisation of what she had just spilled. That file was only going to be released in court, though how it was obtained was illegal and incriminating and now she had unknowingly blabbed about something so confidential. “What was that about critical evidence, ma’am?” “Maren baby. Are you alright?” Mrs Sharppe asked as soon as Maren set foot into t