She heard someone clap and saw that not far from them stood Jerry.
“Who did you say he is to you?” Jerry asked, and Mary wanted to slap him so hard he would forget.
“I would have told you it’s none of your business, but since you helped me, you really need to know. That man is the father of all evil,” Mary said. “It’s because of him that I have had sleepless nights, and he alone knows where he has been. I won’t stop until he begs for forgiveness,” Mary said, then walked away from Jerry.
Arlan turned and saw Jerry, and he hurriedly walked away because of embarrassment.
“I will never understand women. I didn’t know Mary could be so vengeful. Could she be using me to get her revenge,” Jerry asked herself, looking at Mary’s receding figure.
Arlan got back home feeling frustrated. He had lost a poker game to some young guy whom he thought was full of himself.
He hated t
“Okay, let her go,” Nicolai said, and Mary was untied, “Seeing you’re such a poor mouse, I will add you two more days. Don’t try escaping and do not. I repeat, do not try involving the police.”“Okay,” Mary said, sweating.It wasn’t hot, and her experience with these men had brought her down to her knees.They had been watching her. How stupid of her to think that she could escape from a mafia gang leader.She was just grateful that he had given her more time. She had to give him a little cash to calm him down for a while.“Two days, and we will be back. We won’t be that kind next time,” Nicolai said, and he and his men rushed out.Their car sped out, and it seemed like everything was okay, except that Mary had just been held at gunpoint for money she didn’t even use.She channeled her anger into her kitchen. She went to cook whatever she found there, and af
Jimmy had always had a soft spot for Arlan. he was slightly older than Arlan, so he saw him as his child and tried to guide him career-wise on how to make wise choices.All that had changed since he found out that Arlan had used his child’s sickness to his advantage and, in the process, tricked Mary.Arlan didn’t stop cursing. Inside the taxi that he took to a pub, he kept on cursing, and the driver only threw side glances at him, not knowing what to say.He paid the taxi driver and walked into the pub as though it was his home. He made an order for a beer.“I am sorry, it’s too early for that,” the bartender said, and Arlan didn’t spare him.The bar owner saved the poor bartender by suggesting that Arlan takes the beer home.Christabel’s first day at work went smoothly. Her colleagues saw her engagement ring, and they all sent her messages of congratulations though she knew some didn’t really
“What happened?” she asked, but then it dawned on him that Arlan must have lost his job. “How are we going to survive?”“What do you mean by that? Can’t you support the two of us while I get back on my feet?” Arlan asked.“I am thinking of resigning from my job,” Christabel said with a smile, before she looked somewhere else as if thinking thoughtfully.Arlan frowned, and then asked in confusion. “Why would you do that?” There was a part of him that got worried too, if Christabel really did resign.“Have been telling you that I feel out of place there, and you keep on telling me to hold on. That place is taking a toll on my mental health, and I know it won’t be long before I have a mental breakdown.” Christabel answered.“Can’t you hold on for a little while? Just for a short time, please. I promise that after getting back on my feet, I won’t
Christabel didn’t get to finish the story. The fetus had been three months old, and she couldn’t tell whether the child was Roy’s or Stan’s. she separately told both of them about the pregnancy, and Roy said it couldn’t be his.“How can you be so sure?”“I know because I can’t impregnate a lady,” came the answer. Christabel couldn’t prove whether or not he was lying, so the only other option was pinning the pregnancy on Stanley.His mother wasn’t going to let her son’s life be changed because of pregnancy and demanded a DNA test to confirm if Stan was really the father of the child.She had heard rumors of Christabel hanging out with Roy and suspected that Christabel might be clinging on ropes.Christabel only agreed to the test because of the pressure from her mom to do so. A part of her also wanted to know who the dad of her unborn child was. The results showed Stan was
“Not so fast. Who is he?” Nicolai asked, and Mary said he was just someone she knew.“Well then, why don’t you ask for his help in clearing your debt. I gave you two days, and you have not paid even half the money you owe me. This isn’t funny anymore,” Nicolai said.Nicolai ordered his men to take all the valuables Mary had in the house.“The next time I am here, I will come for you and this useless friend of yours,” Nicolai said before leaving.“Get out,” Mary ordered Arlan. She was supposed to be at Casablanc pub.The finals were being held that night, and she knew it was her only shot at getting back her freedom.Jerry had been coming out of his booked room when he saw Mary and Rose were in an intense conversation.He didn’t want to overhear their conversation, but he was so curious, so he moved near them quietly.“I have to win this game by all means,&r
She wanted to ask who she was but she couldn’t because of the many people beside them.Who was she, and why had she called Jerry baby?Had Jerry also been pulling her leg all along when he had a girlfriend?If that was the case, why did he seem annoyed that Mary was pulling his leg?That she didn’t feel anything more for him than just a joke?“Yes, babe. Just watch me do it,” Jerry said, placing g a peck on the lady’s cheeks, and Mary felt like vomiting.The look on Jerry’s face was a victorious one, and Mary realized how big-time she had messed.The game started, and the two each had turmoil ongoing in their minds. Mary was hurt realizing that Jerry had another lady in his life.She had realized that she felt something for the guy, something more than friends for benefits feelings.Ten minutes into the game and Mary’s cards were reducing. Jerry’s hand was full of
“Why exactly were they beating you up?” Camilla asked with concern. What if it happened again? “Because I asked the kids not to do as they requested. I even called the police, who raided one of their meet-up points, and their leader was arrested. He was the one who had been there on that fateful day,” Nicolai said. “I don’t know how they knew I made the call.” “Mmmh. Maybe they have an agent within the police department because there can’t be any logical explanation,” Camilla said. “If that’s the case, it means I am not safe at all. They can come back for me anytime,” Nicolai said, thinking on his feet. “It means I might not be safe as well,” Camilla said after a while, and Nicolai held her hand as if giving her some assurance. The idea of forming a mafia gang was conceptualized there, “A gang can only be taken care of by a gang,” Nicolai had said. He also wanted to give security to the lady who had saved his life. Slowly by sl
It was not easy to wake up early that day for Jacob. His new neighbors moved in, and it took almost midnight for them to stop all the ruckus of moving stuff. Not to mention that the music that they were playing was not really the most calming for sleeping.Jacob already had a bad initial impression of his neighbors. But, what could he do?By the looks of it, his new neighbors were not renting. They bought the place. Thus there was not much he could do even when he complained.What about moving somewhere else? Not an option. The apartment that he was staying in at the moment was the most that he could afford.Nevertheless, Jacob needed to start moving. He could not be lazy with his current profession. So he left around 5 am to jog.It was just past six when Jacob was returning home to his apartment from my morning jog. The late September air had cooled the sweat on his skin, and he was looking forward to a nice hot shower. One of the perks of the pl
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder