Thunder crashed as the rain poured unapologetically, which set the mood for Maren as the car drove along the dark, straight road. She counted the cars which passed by hers as they were so few and she tried to get her mind off the words she was going to be hearing soon. With her head resting on the glass, and her eyes watching the raindrops roll down the glass, she wondered what exactly she was going to do when she got to her destination. It seemed everything was happening so fast and confirming that William actually isn't the father of her child, was one of the largest events that clouded her mind though she didn't let it show. The car swerved into an estate and began on another straight road, but this time Maren knew this road and looked ahead as she sat up. It didn't take too long as the car slowly reduced its acceleration and entered through a sharp-edged gate and made its way to the parking lot. The driver turned off the engine, and all went silent except the rain, whi
Lena groaned softly, placing a hand on her forehead as a sharp pain shot through her head. She shifted slightly on the bed, her body aching all over."She's awake." She heard someone's muffled whisper.'What?' she thought weakly as she turned in the direction the voice had come. She tried opening her eyes but her lids felt so heavy, like something was holding them shut."Careful now, you'll be fine." a strange female voice softly-too softly, it sounded fake."What is going on?" Lena mumbled, fighting till she opened her eyes just a crack. A bright light shone in her eyes and she turned away from it and laid on her right side, but as she tried to lift her hand, it caught on something and pain tore through her body."Shit!" she swore as she jerked her hand back, struggling to sit up.Hands pulled her back, but struggled. "What is going on? Let me go!" She demanded as she looked around. But it seemed the more she tried to regain her vision, the heavier her lids felt."Lena, calm down, i
It took a few minutes before either of them realised what had just happened. Maren stared down at her hands, which were now shaky. She couldn't believe she had actually laid her hands on someone she had once loved so dearly. She raised her head slowly just as Irene straightened her neck, which had turned to the right because of the slap. Let out a low mocking chuckle as her neck cracked back in place. Maren, realising that she wasn't even remorseful, was filled with rage once more. “You can insult me all you want. Call me whatever you want but you will not drag Nathan into this, alright?" Irene chuckled again and brushed her hair away from her face. "Wow, I think I needed that,” she said and sighed. "Just look at us. Two fucked up women who used to be friends but ended up fucking up each other's lives” "We are not the same Irene” "Oh, but we are,” Irene said with a glint of amusement in her eyes and walked over to the lower fridge and pulled out another bottle, uncocked 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
“What's on my schedule for today?” "Well, you asked to see the CEO of the pivot point about your meeting with him last week and that was scheduled for this morning," she said, going through a clipboard. "Then, Mr Gustavo…" “Wait, is that the man that came to me about that car or something?" "Yes, he…” "Tell him to go to his insurance company or write him a check. Just get him away from me,” Maren said in frustration, and Louise scribbled something on the clipboard. As they were about to enter the hallway, an elderly woman suddenly emerged, holding a laundry basket. “Good morning, Mom.” her smile was broad. Her mom just gave her a playful scowl. Maren ignored it. “Where's Nathan?" "You'd have known if you agreed to attend to him today." "Oh come on mom, you know I'm always busy.” She whined and wrapped her hands around her mom tightly from behind. "Alexander doesn't give me any break and you know that" “I think I'll need to have a word with him then." Maren scoffed and
"I don't like this idea one bit, Maren,” Mrs Sharppe said, picking at her food that night at the dining table. “Come on now, Mom. I also don't like it but I need this, please." "What if it doesn't work out? What if he harms you in between the union? Giving you full ownership of the company isn't enough reason for you to sacrifice your happiness, Maren” her brows were furrowed; heavy with worry. “I know, mum,” Maren whined. "He's not given me any choice, anyway. I need that man off my neck, Mom” she paused and looked at her Mom whose eyes were fixed on the plate of grits in front of her. “You were the one who told me he's been hitting on you for a long time and now you want to jump at such an offer?”Her voice was calm, but angry. “You're getting too ambitious, Maren. Just like your father” Maren's brows creased. “I'm nothing like Dad. He was thoughtless and too ahead of himself. I'm only getting married to Alexander to…” “Mummy, am I going to have a daddy?" Both Ma
Maren sat in front of the dressing mirror, staring at her reflection. She couldn't believe that she could still be in this position after what Williams did to her three years ago. The makeup artist had just finished on her face and left Maren in the room, admiring herself. She really was proud of what she had achieved in those three years. The best being Nathan. “You really drained my beauty when you dropped out of me, Maren,” her mom said, walking into the room. “We both know that's a lie, mom, I look more like grandma and you know it” her mom chuckled and walked further into the room. She placed her hands on her shoulders while looking at the mirror. “You're from a pretty generation then, my dear,” she said, and Maren smiled. Then silence engulfed the room as each person struggled with their thoughts. “Are you sure you want this?" “I'm scared, mum," Maren said quietly. “But it's for the best, right?" Her mom kissed her brown hair, then smoothed it with her hand. “Whate
It took a few minutes before either of them realised what had just happened. Maren stared down at her hands, which were now shaky. She couldn't believe she had actually laid her hands on someone she had once loved so dearly. She raised her head slowly just as Irene straightened her neck, which had turned to the right because of the slap. Let out a low mocking chuckle as her neck cracked back in place. Maren, realising that she wasn't even remorseful, was filled with rage once more. “You can insult me all you want. Call me whatever you want but you will not drag Nathan into this, alright?" Irene chuckled again and brushed her hair away from her face. "Wow, I think I needed that,” she said and sighed. "Just look at us. Two fucked up women who used to be friends but ended up fucking up each other's lives” "We are not the same Irene” "Oh, but we are,” Irene said with a glint of amusement in her eyes and walked over to the lower fridge and pulled out another bottle, uncocked i
Lena groaned softly, placing a hand on her forehead as a sharp pain shot through her head. She shifted slightly on the bed, her body aching all over."She's awake." She heard someone's muffled whisper.'What?' she thought weakly as she turned in the direction the voice had come. She tried opening her eyes but her lids felt so heavy, like something was holding them shut."Careful now, you'll be fine." a strange female voice softly-too softly, it sounded fake."What is going on?" Lena mumbled, fighting till she opened her eyes just a crack. A bright light shone in her eyes and she turned away from it and laid on her right side, but as she tried to lift her hand, it caught on something and pain tore through her body."Shit!" she swore as she jerked her hand back, struggling to sit up.Hands pulled her back, but struggled. "What is going on? Let me go!" She demanded as she looked around. But it seemed the more she tried to regain her vision, the heavier her lids felt."Lena, calm down, i
Thunder crashed as the rain poured unapologetically, which set the mood for Maren as the car drove along the dark, straight road. She counted the cars which passed by hers as they were so few and she tried to get her mind off the words she was going to be hearing soon. With her head resting on the glass, and her eyes watching the raindrops roll down the glass, she wondered what exactly she was going to do when she got to her destination. It seemed everything was happening so fast and confirming that William actually isn't the father of her child, was one of the largest events that clouded her mind though she didn't let it show. The car swerved into an estate and began on another straight road, but this time Maren knew this road and looked ahead as she sat up. It didn't take too long as the car slowly reduced its acceleration and entered through a sharp-edged gate and made its way to the parking lot. The driver turned off the engine, and all went silent except the rain, whi
“But you know you really didn't have to tell Nella." “Come on, we both know you need someone to tell your pain aside from me. And Nella looks like the choice for that," Mrs Sharppe said from the other side of the phone. “No, she's not. For all I know, she could be some psychopath who killed her ex-husband." Maren muttered inaudibly. "What was that?” Her mom asked. "Nothing. I'm just saying you can't just let her in on everything that happens to. I'll do it myself if I want to do it.” She said and clicked away on her laptop, which was on the table in front of her. "Alright, I've heard. But admit it, she is a pretty good listener.” Her mom said, but Maren didn't reply. “So tell me, how's Alexander holding up? How's his dad?" “Well, he's—" she turned around as she heard the door click shut. She turned back to the phone on seeing the visitor. “Mom, can I call you back?" She asked, and her mom hung up the phone. “Still not going to knock, are we?" she said, the clicking soun
Maren was seated on her office chair staring straight at an envelope which stood innocently on her table. When her secretary had brought it in together with other files she had asked for, she really wasn't expecting it to be amongst them. She had put every other thing aside and kept the envelope in the middle of the table and was just staring at it without bothering to break the seal. “god! I acne as soon as you dropped the call,” her mom said as she practically strolled through the door while looking around. "Wow! I haven't been here since your father died. You've really given the place a shine.” “It doesn't still have that sick smell of old documents and work, though.” She added and finally turned to Maren, who had ignored whatever she had said. She walked towards the table and drew out the seat. “What’s the matter?" She asked. “It's arrived," Maren replied and held her own face in her hands. “You haven't opened it yet?" Her mom asked and snatched the envelope from the tab
“I'm going for a DNA test, mom," Maren said, running her fingers around the tips of the glass of wine in front of her. "That seems like the only thing to do right now though” “I'm scared mom" “Why?" her mom asked, as she divided an apple with the golden table knife in her hand. “I mean, I really have no memory of having sex with anyone aside from William. And Irene sounded so serious. I don't think she was lying, Mom." "Well, only a test would prove that at this point.” She lifted a saucer of apples, which were already sliced into chunks, to Maren. “Apple?" Maren looked at the apples and then at her mom. She just told her she was scared that Nathan's mom was a whore and all she could do was offer her apples? She loved her mom, but sometimes her confused emotions in critical times were just annoying. She was the same way when her husband, Maren's dad, died. Mrs Sharppe was indifferent for the first few days after he died. But later on, the grief picked up and began to mourn
"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