"Why did you do that?" Marley quizzed, furiously stomping into the office where Louisa was still seated just the way he left her. Her head instantly snapped to the door and her mouth readied to utter a word just to be shut at the sight of a figure, which managed to look composed and classy regardless of a turmoil, scurrying behind him.
"Louisa," She called, "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"
"Indeed Mum, but I had your information to report to him as you requested." Louisa sighted Marley from her peripheral vision as if communicating something to him.
"Ok. I'll like you to reach Mrs. Huron's as soon as you're done with school, she's got an attic that requires remodeling. Two days maximum is all I can give you. You know who to reach for whatever's essential. Any negative feedback will drive you back there," she ordered. "You may leave us, your brother," she turned to him. "And I have serious matters on our platter to deal wit
Mason. Mason! Mason? Did that name have to jingle the 'Mason' bell she knew of? No. It couldn't be. There were many other Masons out there--dark skinned Masons to be specific. "God!" Zaphrina whispered in mental exhaustion. Louisa had left a couple of minutes ago in such a rush, if not, she would've done it. She would've gone ahead to question her about the origin of the Mason she was talking about. "Gracious Lord!" again, she whispered. Seems all her mouth could do was exclaim what her mind processed. "...be there in a bit," Marley's voice jiggled her back to reality like Christmas bells. "...sure," At the sight of her he smiled and stretched out his arm until he reached her and engulfed her waist. "...tell him I said not to do anything stupid when he sees her," his hairy hand began parading up her tummy but she was fast enough to ease off of him pretending to wipe off a stain on the counter. "See you
"I wanted to tell you..." she trailed, flicking her light brown orbs from one end to another. "...that I can't wait to meet your friends," she grinned. Marley scoffed, "Is that it? I mean, you sounded really baffled back there." "Nervous. I usually feel that way when I'm about meeting new people," she faintly smiled. "My friends are cool, you won't even feel like they're 'new people'." And so it was, Zaphrina met Kennedy Carter--who preferred she called him Ken-- and Joshua Fritz, the guy with the sexy smile who was hitting on the receptionist--who preferred she address him Josh. Josh introduced to her his girlfriend who wasn't the Audrey he was hitting on that day. She liked them; they were jovial. They made her feel like she'd known them for ages. Before the game begun, everyone was settled, fans had begun cheering even before the player's grand entry. "So...Zaphrina, the name, right?" Joshua addressed to her, despite the eardrum perforating screams, she managed to hear him.
His expression turned flaccid at her question, a little like the way she had felt when he indirectly admitted he had overheard her conversation with Mira. Honestly, she had never known her talent until she was questioned. Hand tremor. How did she even get to know about the medical term? For one thing she knew was, she was neither family or friend related to a physician. Newspapers, TV or any form of information derived commodity were no doubt not her piece of cake so how did... 'It's nothing serious,' the doctor had said to them. 'The hand tremor is as a result of alcohol escape, with time it'll get better. Your dad is ok baby girl.' He reassured Zaphrina's seven-years-old sobbing frame most especially. There. That was its origin. Some parts of her past just wouldn't die down. They kept popping up at odd times-though not all-reminding her of their existence, of their imprints carved somewhere deep within the abyss of her heart and mind.
Monday finally arrived and for the first time in months had she been eager to go to work; lately, her eyes had been craving to see the man she had surprisingly come to like more than any other thing. 'An idle man is the devil's workshop.' So it's said and so was her Sunday after church service. If her head hadn't gone haywire then it never would; it had been from one thought to the other which all boiled down to a single verdict, one which she really had to deal with once and for all. The honking she was almost getting used to tapped her on the verge of her last sip. Anticipation getting the best of her, Zaphrina dashed her mug into the kitchen counter as she scurried outside with her purse in hand. Elijah portrayed his ever so warm and welcoming to her as he greeted her with a salute. They had both engaged themselves in little talks as they rode past the noisy neighborhood. It was one and the same sight almost every morning; a
His eyes flicked to his mum who had just walked in, satisfaction gracing her facial features, leaving Marley to hope and re-hope she hadn't done or said something stupid to Zaphrina. They were all in the massive sitting room where his dad sat, brooding over Louisa's disappearance with Lauren and himself waiting for an explanation and planning a way forward. Lauren looked beaten up which left him with guesses of his job crawling his neck. They both exchanged glances as their mum stood in the middle of the triad, arms folded in apprehension, scrutinizing each and every one of them. Frederick, whose gaze hadn't drifted from emptiness finally said, "I told her the truth," his expression still void of sentiments. Unlike Marley and Lauren, bewilderment slinked through Anthonia. As if expecting a piece of mind-blowing vital information, Anthonia ambled to the nearest seat which would support her already feeble knees from the
She hadn't thought of it earlier; she had an additional hater on her list. She should have known Marley's mum's the only person capable of digging into her past for reasons she was still to comprehend. The woman really hadn't respect for one's privacy and if she really wanted to have a successful relationship with Marley, ignorance definitely was the key. Marley had insisted to take her home to get body and mind settled. He assured her to do everything in his might to keep his mum from meddling into their personal lives. However, that really didn't boost her up as his mum's menaces repeatedly played in her head. She didn't have just her being to safe, the developing embryo in her had the sun to behold sooner. The car had come to a stop, bringing her back to presence. "Thank you," She began. "I'm really sorry about Louisa missing." Marley nodded with a faint smile brushing his lips. "Did you guys have the
It's been four days since Louisa went missing. While Marley had been busy searching for her, she had been busy laying assistance in one way or the other; made sure he had something to feed on, slept earlier than usual. Sometimes, she would offer to give him a massage against his will. Leila and Anna never stopped giving her the looks, silently pleading for explanations during those times. Gossip girls. Zaphrina sadly hadn't woken up on the good side; weariness and sudden cravings made her morning. She had called Marley first thing that day informing him about her absence but as he is, he flamed up and bombarded questions upon questions. Are you sure you're ok? I mean...you've been taking care of me more than yourself lately. Do you need me over? I could return the massages, sadly, not for free. Is there anyone home who might assist you with anything? If not, I'm on my way. She sweetly t
Time was wearing out and he still hadn't been an inch to finding his sister who was oddly littering a portion of the mad world. Marley hadn't spared a day without calling Inspector Darren to know how far into the investigation he had gone but it was one and the same story he had been reporting to him every day. Luckily, he had a supporting hand who seeded sanity in him whenever he was on the verge of madness. His door swung open and in came Zaphrina who flicked the lights on, holding a breakfast tray in one hand. She beamed a priceless smile at him while walking to the Ottoman. "Wake up sleepy head. Breakfast is served," Marley didn't move. "Cut the pretense unless you want me to do so the hard way." "Can't you be sweet for once and just join me in bed?" he muffled in the covers before taking them off with a sigh. Zaphrina shrugged then set on opening the heavyweight curtains all by herself. "I would have loved to, sadly, situations aren't convenient enough for us to--" she gas
Zag: Hey guys, so...as you can all read from the title, this is I, going to render the Woods a little visit. Hopefully they're all home...*knocks and waits* oh, someone's coming. Marley: Zag, what a surprise. Come on in. Zaph: *exiting the kitchen* Who's at-- Zag! How're you? Zag: I'm good, I'm good. So...are you guys busy or something? 'Cuz I'll really need forty minutes or so, of your time. Zaph: Oh, we ain't. Just finished with the kitchen. Zag: Great! As you both know, I wrote a book on you and eh, most of my readers requested an interview with you guys. Hope you cool with that? Marley: Sure. Zaph: Oh wow, are we already this popular? Zag: Ok, so, first question...from Lathi555. "Marley, what was your first impression of Zaphrina?" Marley: Oh! Well...Lioness. Yeah, I felt like she was ready to rip me limb from limb right at that lobby. Zaph: *grins* you were being such a jerk that's why. Zag:
Pls this is strictly for those who have no worries reading sex scenes. Contents here are explicit. "Finally put Ace to sleep?" Marley questioned his exhausted wife as she walked in and made her way to the vanity mirror. "After the night struggle? Yes, I did," she wiped off her makeup. "By the way, thanks for putting Beth back to sleep, don't know how I would've handled the situation without you." Marley set aside his laptop, walked to his wife and gently massaged her shoulders, "Anything for you, baby panda." he smirked at their reflection in the mirror and from the look on his wife's face, she seemed as excited as he was. "Kinky." "Am I?" Zaphrina smiled back as she quit the chair she earlier occupied, causing Marley to pull her waist to his bulging crotch. She dropped her head backward with a pleasurable moan and quiver. "...Or you just got a dirty mind." She said nothing else to him besides a moan sipping b
Inspired by Jacob Lee - I belong to you. The doors to the church finally broke open drowning away Marley's paranoia and anxiety; Earlier that morning he had been disturbingly antsy to see his bride that he had lost a wink of sleep all night. Josh, his best man urged him to do so to no avail--he just couldn't understand--while Ken simply promised to support him whenever his body decided to turn against him as side effect. Marley tried several times to steal a peek at his bride but her mum wouldn't let him, in fact, she warned him it was bad luck to do so. So, he had to bear with the suspense until now that she walked down the aisle of St. Martin's Cathedral looking enticingly gorgeous, Stunning, in her white tiny diamond glittering wedding robe. She took corresponding steps to the piano's melody with Neville's left arm engulfed in her right arm. A bead of sweat slid down his temple and Josh who was
"It is done like this," Mira said, taking the hand grinding machine from Zaphrina. "Tu vois?" you see? But Zaphrina only whimpered whilst touching her tummy in response. "What?...Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed, eyes wide at Zaphrina's wet legs. In a matter of minutes, in pains and cries, Zaphrina was rushed to the Buea Regional Hospital. ..••.. "It's Buea, somewhere...in Cameroon. Checkpoint if I'm not mistaken." "What are you saying?" Marley had decided to face his mum again after four months. The only reason he did so was because of peer pressure from siblings and his dad. Apparently, they told him she was dying and needed to set eyes on him but he only took that as an excuse for him to see the woman. To say he wasn't surprised that his mum hadn't recovered from the so-called stress would be an understatement. But he went anyway because he missed her. "You wished to know her whereabouts didn't you?"
inspired by Passenger- let her go. •You only know your lover when you let her go. And you let her go.• 'Are you offering me these contacts? I think you need them more than I do.' 'A sip won't kill now, will it? ' 'You really do have nice eyes. How often do you conceal them?' 'What if there's a link...what if...what she wanted was have a child with you?' 'A stripper...she's a stripper. She might utter one or two things which will ruin my reputation.' 'How much do you cherish your reputation?' 'I really have to tell you something...its urgent. I'm not just...Zaphrina.' 'There's nothing more between the stripper and me since that night.' 'What if you are that someone's special person?' 'Liza, wait!' 'No, I am sorry. Let me help you.' In came the thoughts, each with its events. How blind. Just how blind had he been? Liza had been on the tip of his nose all along. That day, Marley dedicated his body to his room, rereading the letter and comparing the thousand dollars check w
Somewhere in the depths of emptiness, he heard the beeping sounds of a machine, like those he usually heard in hospitals. Marley fought to ignore it to no success so he tried to open his eyes to decipher the origin of the nagging sound but it was almost impossible to break his lids open. "Look, his finger shook," he heard a soft female voice say. "Are you sure?" "I swear it did—there it goes again." "Right. Go call the doctor. Quick!" The voices to his ears were so distant yet, the words were figurable. Where was he? Marley in a second attempt to open his lids saw before him a surly sky of white. Then came an unbearable pulsing of his head. He grunted. The doctor, he presumed, rushed in and instantly patted random parts of his chest with his stethoscope. What I'm I doing here? With his eyes void of emotion and plastered to the ceiling, Marley struggled to shut down the incessant pulsing in order to reminisce the series of event which had led him to such an unpleasant atmosphe
She had finished packing her luggage in tears and hopes of Marley sticking to the rendezvous the next day. She then drove straight to the kitchen with an envelope in hand. To what extent can evil prevail? "I guess everything is ready?" her mum quizzed. "You're really sure you want to go ahead with this?" She twisted her mouth doubtfully, "Well, it depends." "Ah hah!" Kate exclaimed in confirmation. "What on if I may ask?" "Tomorrow's atmosphere after seven am: If he blooms acknowledgment and positive feedback then, I will stay but if not, I'm afraid I'll really have to leave the country." "I pray it's positive. I really don't want you to leave," Zaphrina smiled, "Here, I saved some money to sustain you while I'm gone." "You're being pessimistic." "You needed to see how much anger blazed in his being. I would be lying if I said I have high expectations of him showing up."
Chapter inspired by Janet Devlin (cover)-- Wicked games. It's been two days since his world had stopped spinning. Marley had refused to see the sun. Just two days ago, he was broken to the marrow, so close to death that even Lauren had noticed when he had come to see Louisa. The latter was his comfort during those times until she had decided to leave for the main residence the previous day. His wedding was due in two days and he had decided to go ahead with it as it pleased she who wished for it. It appeared her mind had been made up on deserting him for reasons he couldn't quite understand but thinking about it for past days: if she turned down his offer to give her ten times more money than his mum did, that should simply prove there were more reasons for her actions than just the money. And the reason no doubt was one his mum probably knew? Marley pressed hard on his temples. They hurt so much from brainstorming nonstop. He never thought he'll ever wish for something like
I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met. Inspired by Lord Huron- the night we met. He hadn't gone as far as switching on his computer for the past three hours. He wanted to see no one--not even his best friends, receive no call be it from the most important of his clients or whoever despite the fact that he was slumped in his business site. Marley was delighted though not entirely: knowing Louisa was safe and sound and had finally made up her mind on forgetting the scoundrel who found pleasure in jumbling her heart with rocks, on the other hand, his heart burned whenever he thought about Zaphrina and the words she had mumbled to him. He sighed in frustration. Earlier that morning, he had tried calling her again yet no change, the act which almost had him smacking his new phone against the wall. Marley collected his coat from the back of his chair, prepared to depart; He was expecting Lauren home in less than four hours to see Lou