Maren turned, on hearing the male voice beside her. She had to blink multiple times to unblur her vision so she could view him clearly. “Hey, I know you. You, the man William does business with," she said, smiling, and extended her hand drunkenly for a handshake. “Well, I wouldn't say business. We're—" “What are you doing out here, anyway?" She asked, interrupting him. “You seem like the kind of man who'd be choosy about his location. " “If you can be here, what stops me from being here?" He asked, returning her stare. "Maren, take this,” Irene called and shoved a glass into her hand. "It's water. Drink up so you don't lose yourself.” She added, eyeing the intruder. Maren slapped herself a few more times, expecting the water to take effect immediately. “What did you say you were here for again?" “Just out with a few friends for a drink—or two. No harm in that, right?" Just then, Irene leaned forward and whispered something into her ear, and smiled before leaving.
Alexander climbed down the few stairs that led out of the hospital, his demeanour more gloomy than when he entered. Ignoring the greetings from his personal assistant, he dove into the car whose door was held open by the PA. The engine started immediately, and the car zoomed off. “Sir, a message came in for you," the dark-skinned man announced and waited for a response, hoping Alexander was listening. Alexander, whose eyes were now glued to his phone screen with his brows creased, repeatedly tapped on his phone, indicating that he wasn't interested in whatever the man was saying. “Who’s the message from?” He finally asked as the car came to a halt at a traffic light. “It's from Micheal Katz, the detective," the man replied. His voice was deep, filled with strength and agility. Alexander gave a silent sigh and hesitated for a while before replying. “What's the message about?" “It came on paper," the man said and pulled out a sheet of paper from a file which he had placed in be
The night was still and cold when Maren walked into the house. No one was in sight, as the entire staff was expected to be done with their duties by that time. She looked around the living room, but even Alexander wasn't there. She just ignored and walked further towards the staircase as she was too tired to even think straight. But deep down, she was really happy. She'd pushed aside every other thing and focused on work as she'd risen a little on the business pyramid and was getting a lot of recognition, but that only meant more work. Alexander had been so cold lately and hardly even came home, which she suspected was because of his dad's health status. But she didn't mind. She just needed her peace of mind and some rest. Rose?” she called out quietly as she set foot on the first step. She suspected Nathan would be asleep and thought it best to not make known of her presence to him. Especially these days that she really didn't spend enough time with him. “Rose?" she called
That's right, I've kept track since the day I put my signature on your godforsaken contract and I've waited patiently for this day ever since." She sharply turned away from him, trying in vain to control her tears still, they rolled down her cheeks and she turned to him, anyway. "And to think I actually cared about you” she hit him in his chest, but he was unmoved and just stared into nothingness. "I was actually beginning to fall in love with you. But it turns out you don't care about anything except it's beneficial to you.” She paused abruptly as the tears began to choke her. “You know what?" She said and wiped her tears with her fingers. “I don't care anymore. I can leave now if I want but just to save my dignity, I'll let the rest of the days elapse and it's over. You'll never see or hear from me and Nathan ever again!” She walked over to her bedside drawer and made to take out something but then to stopped and turned back to Alexander who just stood there. "I just nee
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
That's right, I've kept track since the day I put my signature on your godforsaken contract and I've waited patiently for this day ever since." She sharply turned away from him, trying in vain to control her tears still, they rolled down her cheeks and she turned to him, anyway. "And to think I actually cared about you” she hit him in his chest, but he was unmoved and just stared into nothingness. "I was actually beginning to fall in love with you. But it turns out you don't care about anything except it's beneficial to you.” She paused abruptly as the tears began to choke her. “You know what?" She said and wiped her tears with her fingers. “I don't care anymore. I can leave now if I want but just to save my dignity, I'll let the rest of the days elapse and it's over. You'll never see or hear from me and Nathan ever again!” She walked over to her bedside drawer and made to take out something but then to stopped and turned back to Alexander who just stood there. "I just nee
The night was still and cold when Maren walked into the house. No one was in sight, as the entire staff was expected to be done with their duties by that time. She looked around the living room, but even Alexander wasn't there. She just ignored and walked further towards the staircase as she was too tired to even think straight. But deep down, she was really happy. She'd pushed aside every other thing and focused on work as she'd risen a little on the business pyramid and was getting a lot of recognition, but that only meant more work. Alexander had been so cold lately and hardly even came home, which she suspected was because of his dad's health status. But she didn't mind. She just needed her peace of mind and some rest. Rose?” she called out quietly as she set foot on the first step. She suspected Nathan would be asleep and thought it best to not make known of her presence to him. Especially these days that she really didn't spend enough time with him. “Rose?" she called
Alexander climbed down the few stairs that led out of the hospital, his demeanour more gloomy than when he entered. Ignoring the greetings from his personal assistant, he dove into the car whose door was held open by the PA. The engine started immediately, and the car zoomed off. “Sir, a message came in for you," the dark-skinned man announced and waited for a response, hoping Alexander was listening. Alexander, whose eyes were now glued to his phone screen with his brows creased, repeatedly tapped on his phone, indicating that he wasn't interested in whatever the man was saying. “Who’s the message from?” He finally asked as the car came to a halt at a traffic light. “It's from Micheal Katz, the detective," the man replied. His voice was deep, filled with strength and agility. Alexander gave a silent sigh and hesitated for a while before replying. “What's the message about?" “It came on paper," the man said and pulled out a sheet of paper from a file which he had placed in be
Maren turned, on hearing the male voice beside her. She had to blink multiple times to unblur her vision so she could view him clearly. “Hey, I know you. You, the man William does business with," she said, smiling, and extended her hand drunkenly for a handshake. “Well, I wouldn't say business. We're—" “What are you doing out here, anyway?" She asked, interrupting him. “You seem like the kind of man who'd be choosy about his location. " “If you can be here, what stops me from being here?" He asked, returning her stare. "Maren, take this,” Irene called and shoved a glass into her hand. "It's water. Drink up so you don't lose yourself.” She added, eyeing the intruder. Maren slapped herself a few more times, expecting the water to take effect immediately. “What did you say you were here for again?" “Just out with a few friends for a drink—or two. No harm in that, right?" Just then, Irene leaned forward and whispered something into her ear, and smiled before leaving.
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
"I need to know the people I’d been with while we were friends” Irene paused for a while and lifted her eyes from her glass before giving off a scoff. "You're joking, right?" She asked, but only got a stare from Maren. “Wow, so now I'm some… I don't know, dick documenter?” "Oh, come on, Irene. I know it sounds completely ridiculous and probably inappropriate, but I you're Irene. I mean, we used to do things together back then. You basically introduced me to more than half the men I met before William,” She said and paused. "I know you can tell me” Irene went silent for a while as her index finger circled round the tip of her wine glass like she was in thought. “I'm glad you remembered that I hooked you to half the men you know, including William, but nope, I'm not doing this," she said and down the rest of her glass. “I'm not going to be your victim one more time." “What does that even mean?" Maren asked, confusion printed on her face. “You've used me your life, and I'd b
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