Perhaps he had pushed a little too hard into convincing Kelly working with him. She had such a displeased look on her face, it hurt him. Felix quickly covered his suggestion with a laugh and claimed it to be a joke. Kelly fell quiet for the rest of the evening but nodded. He had fucked this one up big time. She must be so appalled by him now. And now, not a single call or text over the past two days. Adam suggested calling her but he was not even sure she would answer him. After gathering enough courage, he ventured into a coffee shop and called her. To his surprise, she answered.“Hi. It’s me, Alex.” He winced at the lie. He really wished he could tell her his real name but that would ruin the whole purpose of his anonymity.“Hi. I know.”“Yeah.” He sounded dumb right then, didn’t he? “Are you busy?”“Right now?” She fell quiet for a while that all Felix could hear was his own heavy breathing. “No, I am free. Why?”“Would you like to talk over coffee? The weather is a bit crappy but
William never screwed up and somehow he managed to screw it.Just this one time.The red margin in his bank account glared at him so bad, he wanted to make it cry but he was the one who wanted to cry. How the hell was he going to pay the dealer his money after the thousands of powder he bought the past week?Fuck! What if he borrowed some money from Sam but she would grow too nosy in his business. And then there was the fucking white envelope that was mailed to him first thing this morning. In it contained incriminating evidence of his drug dealing and it made him pissed. Who the fuck was the person that thought they could scare him like this?How much did they want?Fuck, he can’t be broke. Just how much did he spend?“Mother, I need your help.” He decided his mother was the only other weak link he could go to. She was busy taking care of the plants in the garden.“Yes, my love. What do you need?”“I am a bit short on cash and I promised to donate money to the missionaries going to
"I'll pay you," William repeated for the uptenth time. The dealer remained a distrustful stance as he regarded him. While William wanted to persuade the man regarding his growing debt, the bottles of drugs lying on the table enticed his mind. He wondered what the drugs could do, what euphoria it would bring him. "You have told me that many times. Your Highness, if you want the top quality, you have to pay or else.""I told you I hate being threatened. You do not respect me.""I only respect those with money.""And I have money, lots of it.""I don't see any money. Do you?""Don't be antsy," William gritted, forcing a smile on his face. This was beyond embarrassing. "I will pay you tomorrow. No more postponement, I promise."He might as well get himself a loan. Or would his brother dearest be willing to lend him some? He shuddered at the thought of borrowing money from his twin. William would rather die than do so. A loan, it is. He sauntered out of the private night club out on t
A foggy haze hung in the morning air, painting New York a garish coat of gray. A bird nested on a willow tree ruffled its feathers once and then preened. A lone song from its beak pierced the still of the morning as it flew away.Dear God, Felix breathed and sighed. His shoulders heaved once as his arms folded behind him, and the glass window he stood in front of provided a pristine view of the city. Almost ethereal; like a haunted graveyard, but he did not care for ghosts or hallowing haunts. He was deep in thought.Felix? A voice called from behind the heavy wooden door.It was Samantha. He knew it would be. No one else called him Felix here in New York, and no one else called out instead of knocking.He sighed. Doors open.”The door flung open and Samantha waltzed in with a tea set in her hands, somehow still walking as graciously as she would at court. As if the queen were watching her right now, as she always did when she was younger, polished cane in hand and flowing white g
Youve got to be kidding. A charity? Samantha was screaming. Thats what were calling it now? Really?Her heels could be heard clacking on the stone stairs as she marched in a vex. Felix was wringing his hands, a sly smile played out on his lips while his tousled hair went up and down as he descended down the stairs with his sister.If you wanted a woman to sleep with, just go to a damn brothel, Felix. Or wait, you dont even need to go to one here, there are women in the streets. Cheap women. Whatd you mean, charity?Come on, Sam, Felix said with a dopey grin. Itll be a cinch. When have I ever done something foolish?First of all, Felix, youre a man, so that already puts you at a disadvantage there, and two, Samantha said and worked one of her hands against one of the large, bronze rings she wore on her hand, Youre Felix. Youre quite literally the most foolish person to have walked the earth. No offence."Felix threw a hand to his chest and used the other to cover h
The day was a lazy day.Lucrecia did not like days like this, where dawn stretched itself into hours and magnified and then overemphasized the garishness of New York, when the sun, finally up, would crawl too lazily across the sky and bathe the entire city in a gold light.Such a boring colour, gold. The only thing worth noticing about gold was that gold was gold. Only valued because of its name as a material and precious metal. Other than that, the colour gold meant nothing. It was pathetic. Bland. Who cares that it made every other thing sparkle and feel like royalty?Lucrecia did not care for such things. There was only ever one thing to bother about. Money, and if not that, then how to make money.She tossed her head back on the quickly wearing-out sofa in the crammed space she called home.Less of a house than a box, Lus apartment had two doors and looked exactly like she always called it: a shoebox. Quite literally.One of the similar run-down houses on a block that seemed to
Rise and shine, meathead!Groan. You know this is human torture, right? You should be arrested. No one wakes up this early.Yes, they do, meathead, Samantha said as she flung the curtains open. Red light streaked in like captives set free and landed on a fine, fair face. The face was instantly hidden under a duvet.Oh, come on, you big baby. Its 6AM already. The whole of New York is up by this time. Samantha cooed at the face. It grumbled and squeezed the duvet.No, theyre not. Richard grumbled.Samantha chuckled and lifted the duvet. Perhaps youre right. Still you really should get up. The pancakes will get cold.Richard groaned and turned over. The duvet came away from his head slowly. Samantha crowded his vision. Puckered lips and perfect, golden hair, like the wheat he always fantasized about as a child. Wide, seeking eyes and was she wearing his shirt?Oh, he loved this woman. Come here.What?Im going to kiss you, he said, grabbing her by the waist. She sq
Thank you for coming with me, Adam. I honestly dont know what I would be able to do without you.Probably nothing, your majesty. Who knows, you might even stop breathing if I wasnt momming you around every other minute. I understand, sir. Adam retorted.Adam, as much as I appreciate and understand your sense of humor, we discussed that I am Kevin, remember?Why, of course, sir. How could I forget? Forgive me, master George.”You keep that up and I might have to recommend you to the countrys association of ass-lickers. Felix said as he picked up an apple and his eyes roved around it.Anything to keep me in employment, my good sir.Adam replied good-naturedly, and besides himself, Felix could not help it when a small smile creased the corners of his eyes.After close inspection, Felix raised the apple to the trader and asked him the price, then put the apple back. They walked away from that stall, and to another stall. Felix repeated the same thing there, and at another as w
What if she had not given him enough chance to explain or maybe she wasn’t even in the mood to listen to him. She let anger and bitterness cloud her. If he hid the fact about his child to her, it was for a reason. Maybe he didn’t want it to ruin their relationship bit she failed to see things his way. She was just bent on her own thoughts. She sighed as she went over to her baby and carried her to the bed with her and within few seconds, she was fast asleep. ...Eric constantly checked his phone to see if at least there would be a flash call from Sam but none. Even if it was a single lined SMS, he would appreciate it. Had she moved on?, he thought to himself He felt sorry that he kept such a big secret from her. He had always wanted to tell her, bit he didn’t seem to have the opportunity or rather the opportunity had been there but he was just too scared of her reaction. He was so scared of loosing her and he cherished her more then an anything. Today is the second day sinc
“Sam that was all in the past, yes I admit I was a cheat, liar, player and all evil you could think of me then, but Sam, that was all in the past . Believe me when I say I’m a changed man now. I have nothing with that girl. In fact I am even shocked to see her here.We haven’t been in contact for two years now and suddenly she just appears and wants to spoil the beautiful relationship we have. Please don’t believe whatever she said. Believe me when I say you are all I have and want. I love you so much and that’s all that matters“One could feel table sincerity in his voice but could easily believe him buy Sam wasn’t taking any of that. She felt so hurt and bitter that she didn’t want to talk to him. She was so pained“Are you done talking?”“Now leave me alone!” she dragged her hand away from his and walked away. “Sam please you have to believe me” he called after her, but she didn’t even look back at all. She just disappeared away, out of his sight. Eric stood confused and ang
“Who are you?“Sam asked with a sudden frown on her face as she saw the blonde thick lady, who had just opened the door to Eric’s house and is standing half way, as if blocking the entrance from her getting in“I should be asking you that question” she replied rather rudely, looking at her from head to toe with a smirk on her face. Samantha was confused. She didn’t know what to do, She was in a cross road. One mind told her to walk away, maybe when she saw Eric later, he would have a lot of explaining to do. Or rather she should just walk out forever since she wasn’t enough for him.Was Eric seeing another woman and deceiving her? Why was her life like this?Why does every man she keeps meeting keep failing her and leaving her shattered?She couldn’t accept the fact she had been played yet again by another man after the first one left her shattered and helpless. This woman standing in front of her, beautiful, with curves, her blonde hair packed in a ponytail and looking so radia
Eric sat in his parlour and took another sip of his beer. He didn’t seem to understand why Samantha had been avoiding him so he decided to go check up her and the baby. If she wasn’t going to see him, he was going to see her and make her see him.“oh, hello Eric! Nice of you to come by.” Samantha smiled as she opened the door to let Eric in. Her smile couldn’t be more fake. “i haven't seen you around lately so I came to check up on you and the baby.” Eric walked in.“I’ve just been a lot of busy lately, have a lot of things on my mind and all that stuff.” Samantha waved her hands in dismissive way.“maybe you should take a break, rest a little if you can. You don’t need so much stress in your life especially not when you have a baby to take care off.” Eric sat on the couch and looked at Samantha who was clearly avoiding eye contact. “enough about me, how have you been?” Samantha asked, sitting beside Eric and giving cheerful smiles every second. It was beginning to get weird.“I’ve
Samantha sat in her chair. Her thoughts were far from the sight of her child playing before her. Samantha was thinking of far deeper things. She was thinking of the life that her and Eric might or would never have. It wasn’t her fault; the life she had led so far was going to decide the fate that her and Eric had together. Samantha was deep in thoughts, she wanted the good life for her child and for herself and also for Eric but in her mind, she knew that she would eventually have to decide on who to let out her plan.Samantha crossed her legs on the chair. She c could see her child on the ground, having the time of its life. Samantha smiled. She wanted that; to be free without a care in the world. She just wanted all these choices and decisions to go away and leave her with the perfect and peaceful life she wanted to lead. It wasn’t the biggest thing in the world to ask but Samantha knew it was going to be hard and she would make choices she didn’t even want to make. The first choice
It was a very cool morning, the sun was barely out but one could see the rays from it that projected itself into the room, through the windows. The room was not so big ,but quite seizable to contain three people in it. Samantha was already lying on the bed with her son beside her . The room was well decorated with lots of flowers and designs. There was a little television hanged on the wall and a medium size refrigerator beside the bed. The bed was a medium size one which could contain two persons comfortably on it. Samantha rolled from one side of the bed to another and finally opens her eyes ,she stretches herself and notices that it was already broad daylight. She sluggishly and lazily got up from the bed and made for her rope which she put on herself. Oh god !what a stressful day I had yesterday, Samantha said .Walking into the bathroom of which its door was just adjacent to the bed she had laid on, She takes a brush and begins to apply paste on it . She swings it into her mouth
Eric had driven for nearly all of the night. His eyes were tired. His hands were tired, and even though he did not look like it and would not mention it to Samantha, he was tired.She had gotten tired the minute the clock struck 10PM, but she had kept up a losing battle with her body to stay awake. The baby had been asleep from before they even got in the truck. And for as many times as she slapped herself to stay awake, when the clock struck 11, she had thrown her head over the baby and settled into sleep.Eric did not feel himself drifting. He just knew that after the car had begun to move along the road shoulders and brushing nearby shrubs (one of which painfully slapped him on the head) that they had to stop and rest.They had been on the road for over six hours now. And there was a baby in tow. They had to stop and rest.He started keeping his eyes out for signs and notice boards. There were no other drivers on the road, so he kept on going. He hoped they would find a motel soon.
“Are you okay?”“Oh? Oh, yeah. I am.” Samantha whispered, then added, “t-thank you.”Eric gave a grunt in acknowledgement and turned the key in the ignition. The truck came to life with a rumble.“Here goes nothing,” he said as he clutched the gear shift.~~~Inside, Samantha fought a war against herself—a war she was gradually losing. In the last five minutes, she had turned at least seven times to catch a glimpse of Eric.To see his strong, proud chin. To see that flaming red hair. To see the stubble on his lips—she imagined how they would feel when she ran her lips across them—and all seven times, she had immediately thrown her gaze to the back of the truck as if she was searching for something.She wondered if Eric noticed this. She hoped not. She was already dying inward of the embarrassing prospects that her mind seemed to keep dreaming up.She tried to rock the baby in her arms to distract herself, but she found herself turning again, ever so slowly.Her eyes shot to his face a
Eric’s eyes were wild, but his face was calm; at least, it looked calm—on the outside, he seemed composed; nonchalant, even, but deep within, he was shivering and quaking down to his very soles.“Come on. We have to be quick. So you and the baby can sleep.”“I’m not worried about myself or the baby, I’m worried about you. What—are you… everything’s going to be alright, right? You’re going to be okay?” Samantha asked, a pleading expression on her face.She had tried several times to hide it. It was near impossible. One can only tamp down and attempt to suppress what they felt for so long. But like every other thing that is being restricted, constricted, squashed down… there were only two choices. Ever.That thing either chose to quake and break and fall under, and be forgotten, or… it would rise, and fucking explode.Samantha felt that way now. She could feel it deep in her—in her body, in her mind… in her soul… she was falling in love with Eric, and soon she would not be able to hold