Two months later!I plunge to the swivel chair in this small room that has been serving as my office for the last two months. It's yet another tiresome but profitable day. The coffee shop is doing incredibly terrific so far, and I can say that there is absolutely nothing to worry about it. The statistics for this month's report are terrific. My heart is pounding with joy.Nonetheless, of late I have found myself Lerinquishing on the interest in customer liturgy, and all I do is just sit back in this office like a bitchy lazy arse boss. I admire the upswing of this shop, and I can't rationalize the sensation whenever I see it bombarded with customers. It's a mind-boggling inexplicable feeling, but I'm starting to think that my profession is calling for me. I just can't bring myself to enjoy serving customers anymore."Aren't you leaving yet?" Grace speaks, sauntering to my office with her backpack.She has been of tremendous help, even more than I could have ever comprehended, except w
I wrap up off by fixing my hair into a tight ponytail while standing in front of the dressing mirror. I straighten my outfit and give myself a once-over look. Perfect! I take my handbag, shove my résumé inside after I'm content with how I look, stamp my two-inch stilettos on the floor and make a hasty exit.I find my phone and contact Grace while strolling across the living room. Although I absolutely dread leaving the coffee business in her hands, I must do this. I need to.Just as she picks up, I exit my condo and lock it, marching towards the lift."Hi, bestie! Are you already at your prince charming's office?" She says, and her voice seems to be trotted."It's just 9:10, and my appointment with him is until ten. I'm just leaving." I get into the lift."I see. Good luck. Although I don't think you need it. There is no way that guy would let you off his hook. You should be so exhilarated about the steamy office romance you are about signing up for. Hehee!" Damn that thought! And fu
"Riccaford? Ellie Marrie Riccaford?" He hoarses, his blazing eyes drilling through my weak ones. A pile moulds in my throat that I battle really arduously to push down. Among all the reactions I have procured for being distinguished as a Riccarford, this one is the worstiest, and it's stinging me real awful. His is not fear of who I really I am, but its fervor absorbed in loath."Dam...""Why the fuck didn't you tell me, huh?" He cuts me off. How much misery do I still have to endure for this name, huh? It's starting to seem like a curse tag on me for God's sake!"I'm sorry, Damian, I... Just didn't know how to tell you about...""You are freaking a Riccarford and you didn't fucking know how to tell me who you were? What games are you playing, Ellie?!" After roaring, he launches towards me with slow computed strides like a lion taming its prey. His hands are clung into fists, his facial idioms exuding nothing but animosity and danger.At this point, the terror in me recedes in a fli
"Well?" I challenge once more, and this time, he latches his flaming eyes, his chest jerking up and down in a savage breathing. "Get your ass up, and get the fuck out!" His angered grumbling resounds through the silence besieging us, his lips oscillating as he speaks. I pluck myself up with a smirk stroking my mind, but inadequate to manoeuvre its way to my lips. The bitterness I am feeling can't permit it to even flicker on my face.His eyes remain tightly bolted, his godly outlines glowing at me. In as much as I abhor it, I can't suppress the craving he elicits in me. His allure is that dominant on me even now. I can feel my pussy throb with passion after my eyes land on the glorious protrusion beneath his boxer. My hands are trembling with the impulse to delineate this deep v-line down to the tent and massage his balls and shaft. I am squabbling the urge to rip off my fabrics and massage the small square bumps of his abs and the slopes separating them with my nipples. Perhaps, I
"Ellie!" The voice of Grace startles me from my thoughts and makes me drag my face lazily to her.She is not in her apron, and her backpack is slinging on her shoulder. It's already night. Good to know! I haven't left this office since yesterday. Fortunately, I managed to get some forty winks in the wee hours of the dawn, but like an early bird that I have been, I was up as soon as my eyes closed. My tormented soul partook to the insomnia. I couldn't sleep.Throughout the day, I didn't even make an attempt to step out of this room to at least check on how the shop was doing. I wasn't, still, I am not in the mood for anything. I haven't fed my breadbasket anything too. I am just so not myself. This is so much more attrition in just a day than I could have ever speculated."Go on, Grace. I will be fine." I'm rubbing my eyes in an endeavor to ameliorate the eye bags. I don't know if it's really a remedy, I just have to placate them, and that is the only option I have."
I get out of the Uber and drag my ass inside my residence. Curse that jerk for making me look and feel like total crap! And curse my father for his bellicosity to wreck my happiness and my peace! Screw those dummies I call my friends. It seems like I am all alone in this world now, since I can't vouch that Grace won't do the exact thing Rose and Sherry are doing to me in case my father reaches out to her. Life really sucks!I fish out my key upon lunging my door and unlock it, hauling myself inside. I lock the door behind me, and scamper for the light socket with my hand on the wall. I press the switch, and the lights glisten, illuminating the room. I turn around, weighing between having a cold drink first or a hot shower. Flinging around, my feet latch onto their tracks instantly after I do so. A duo of the familiar bottomless dingy brown pools are flaming at me from the couch. Whoa! What the heck!By the looks, he only made a stop at a bar parlour after leaving my shop earlier, on
"I adore what we had before I dissembled a dick in the ass and almost ravaged it all, Ellie. I would like us to go back to how we were." He furloughs my face to nuzzle my hands in his, giving me a peck on the palms. "To just, Ellie Marrie, my sweet weird friend, and I, just, Damian Almenda, your...""My sweet annoying jerk." I mumble, and he acquits a giggle. "But seriously, Damian, there ought to be something that got on your demons' asses for you to react the way you did. What is it? Can you at least tell me what it is?" I query after he is done chuckling."Your cup is already full, Ellie. I don't want to add more to it." He says."It's not a bother to me, Damian. You listened to me so it's only equitable that I reciprocate the favour. I want to know what it is." I respond.He breathes in a small sigh."Let's just say that, I went through something analogous to yours which in the end left a very tremendous fissure between me and my parents. We don't even talk anymore."Whoa! And he
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME MATURE CONTENT.An appealingly alluring pair of eyes are scrutinizing my face when I awaken. Like always, the Greek god is flawless, not like he just awoke from sleep. At this enchanting sight, I grin.My life's best night was last night. We had more than simply romance, and I just unearthed that an indelible night isn't only characterized by having sex. We went straight to bed after our deep, steamy shower kisses. He pleated us under this duvet and scooped me up in his arms. We sidled up to each other, kissed each other goodnight and then drifted off to a sound slumber. It was beautiful!I felt different. I still do feel different and special. As I gawk into his eyes this morning, I feel like a number one, like I own his heart already, or as if there is that possibility. I can't explain the glee I am feeling inside.I pinch my hands to his chilled jaws, and I pull him for a deep, sweet morning kiss. I would love to always go to bed the way I did la
ONE MONTH LATERI park at the parking lot of the jail. I know this seems crazy and you are wondering, what is a bride who is supposed to be getting all dolled up for her wedding ceremony doing in a prison? Well, to settle my peace, and show my enemies that they miserably failed. Great times!"Attorney, I'll go alone. Take care of the necessary and be quick." I state, and she nods her head.I dash inside, clutching the magazine in my hand, hoping to finish as soon as I can. Nobody knows I sneaked out just to come here, and I wouldn't want to visualize their faces if they woke up to a missing bride. I can't worry about them."She will be with you in a minute, Mrs Almenda." The prison Warden says, and I nod my head.I am Mrs Almenda to everyone in the city now. Our story, just like I presumed, has reached almost everyone in the whole nation, and we have even earned an emblem of "THE FATED BETHROTHEDS" from the citizens. Our story has outdone that of Romeo and Juliet, and now we are the t
ONE WEEK LATERI stand in the mirror. Outfit, check! Make-up, check! The hair is perfect! Everything is o.k.a.y!"I could be your mirror, you know." I look at Damian's reflection in the mirror, his face all smiles, beaming and dazzling like always in his custom-made blue suit that is matching with my blue-fitting gown.Two royalties! We are indeed royals!"Mmh. Do I look good?" I ask."You are gorgeous and elegant. I am afraid all the men in the event will fall in love with you." "Really now? I think I am the one who should be weary of women in the event." I respond, caressing his jaw."This guy before you, has eyes for only one woman - Ellie Marrie Riccaford, my betrothed, the love of my life. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world." He says, melting my heart with his words."And this beauty before you, has her eyes only on one angel, Damian Almenda Riccaforte - my betrothed, the love of my life. It's either you, or no one else. I love you, baby." I whisper."I love you more
"God, please wake this man up already." I hum as I jerk my head from Damian's shoulder.I spent the second night yet in here and still, he is in this distressing deep slumber. Honestly, I am getting furious at him. Why doesn't he want to wake up? Doesn't he know how much it's stinging me to see him like this?"Wake up already, love, will you? I miss you. This world doesn't seem a good place for me without you by my side. Please, wake up." I whisper, pecking his lips.I turn away from him, scouring for some wipes from my purse and wiping off the eye logs. Before I turn back to him, a call from my lawyer distracts me."Hello, attorney." I greet, taking a few strides away from the bed."Hello, Ellie! How are you?" He greets back."I... Am fine, attorney." I respond."I just called to let you know that I reviewed the case that you assigned to me and I think we have got several contending grounds." That makes my heart thump with joy."So does that mean..." "Let's not get ahead of oursel
"Ellie! Maybe you want to at least get some fresh air outside even for a minute?" Rose says as they stand across me on the other side of Damian's bed.Breathe some fresh air? What good will that do to my despondent soul? It's been more than twelve hours since we came to this hospital and Damian hasn't woken up yet. If I am still able to breathe it's because I am doing it for both of us. The bullet in his belly hit him really bad. Fortunately, no vital organs were damaged. But he lost lots of blood, that's why he is undergoing a transfusion right now. How can I crave for a fresh breath of air when he is like this?"I am okay, Rose. I don't have the energy to leave his side until he wakes up." I say, nuzzling his hand."But, Bestie, can we at least get you something? You need to at least eat something, please." Sherry pleads."Until he is up and able to eat, I am full." I respond."Come on, Ellie! You know Damian wouldn't want that." Rose says."I want him to tell me that himself. I wan
"Where it all started with my mother? What do you mean by that?" I query."This is where I tortured her to my pleasure, and I enjoyed all her howls of anguish and appeals for mercy which I, unfortunately, didn't have! The baseball? Doesn't it remind you of something?" She says with so much elation.Curse you, sick witch! You will pay dearly for that! For everything, and that too, today itself, in this very same house!"I already knew you were behind her mysterious tragedy. But why here?" I ask."There wouldn't have been a satisfactory place for her sufferings other than this - this home, and this exact room that was deemed to be my bedroom with Richard. I bought this house some years back as our supposed rest house with my one great love - your stupid father. But that never got to come true because your mother had invaded his heart. He never saw me as a woman no matter how many times I tried. No matter how low I stoop for him, he just had no fucking chance for me. I was invisible to h
Forty-five minutes later.I reach to this seemingly three-storey house located in a secluded area in the outskirt part of Nairobi. It's a gated area, and it's surrounded by a jungle. No neighbouring houses, not even one. It looks a bit old from afar, but not that old to be termed abandoned. This doesn't look like a house to live through. Maybe it has its purpose.It's the time!I dial Damian's number."Ellie?" He picks on the first ring."I can see it. I am going in now." I say through the microchip.This was his idea. I also have a gun perfectly hidden on my back, and the back is just around. They needed to keep their distance to avoid any risks. We can't afford to screw this up. "Before anything, love, your safety comes first. You remember our deal?" Damian speaks."Yes, love. Don't you worry. I got this." I respond."Okay. How is the scene? Anything you can see? Security?" "No. I can't see anyone and that's so weird. Anyway. I will update you once I get inside.""Okay. Be careful
It's seven at night, and I have never been this enthusiastically nervous. The inkling of being free from all these dilemmas is giving me goosebumps."Are you really sure we can trust that woman?" Damian asks as he pulls on his hoodie."We can. For some reasons, she was so different today. I don't know what striked her overnight. She looks kinda victimized, and afraid of her mother." I state."If Gracia is capable of all those things, then I doubt even her own daughter is safe around her." Damian responds."It's hard to believe that monsters like Gracia are living amongst us. We dined and whined with her for years. I knew she was capable of a lot of things, but I never thought it would be this much and horrible." I state."Don't worry, love. Tomorrow will be the end of her road, and a new dawn for us. You'll finally be able to live in peace." "I can't wait for that moment I will look her in the eye and tell her that I already know about all her crimes and make her pay for everything."
We get into the car and lock the doors, the curiosity to know about this misery that has been surrounding my family for ages threatening to kill me, and the desire to end it itching me."So what happened? Did papa accept your mother when mom went out of the picture?" I ask."It was worse. Riccaford loathed my mother with so much passion, and even forbade her to even show her face to him."Huh? "Then?""My mother never gave up. So, on this particular day during their last day at a college party, she drugged your father."OMG! So, they had sex? And Nelly? Nelly was the fruit of that act? So, she is..."The alcohol and the drug rendered your father a deadbeat. He blacked out the whole night. My mother had sex with another guy that same night and returned to your father's room, and he made him believe that they had intercourse. I was the fruit of that night "Deep sigh! I feel a bit relieved."So, you are the reason why my father had been sending money to your mother's bank account over
"So, miss Riccaford, why do you want to buy a dead company?" Omar asks as I go through the documents."Mr Omar, I believe in second chances, and in getting up every time we fall. The fact that the company sunk to the ground under your management doesn't mean that it will do the same under mine." I respond."I love your way of thinking. You sure are really a Riccaford - strong, bold, oriented, and above all, beautiful inside and out.""Thank you, Mr Omar.""However, sometimes common sense is crucial. It still baffles me why a rich tycoon like you who is capable of buying the entire Nairobi city if you want, is interested in a dead company."Ooh, I see he has some brains left."Let's just say that I have the power, and the will to help a person who is in dire need like you, Omar. I know you are facing a lawsuit due to your incurring debts. Your own house is under the mortgage, but that won't cover even a quarter of your debts. The banks are on your neck, as well as hundreds of employees