We are standing on the white sand on the beautiful shores of the great Indian Ocean about two hours since we struck that deal back in the house. He didn't just agree to my deal, he also promised that he will not touch alcohol for that one week. Impossible, right? I can't wait to smirk at his handsome drunk face when he fails which won't be long, by the way. I am sure. He can't survive a day without that shit. Anyways, I toss the details of our deal aside and take my eyes to the beautiful waters of the sea. It feels so calm and tranquil here. The sound of the waves is so fascinating. It's peaceful here, just like how I wish my life can be. Instead of resulting to taking that garbage called alcohol last night, I should have just driven here and listened to it. I don't know if it is safe to come here at night though. But this, this is exactly what I needed. It's bliss. It's refreshing. I have never experienced this beauty of mind and soul in my entire life. If only I can live here, if
We park his white Lamborghini at his ample parking lot and we step out, the large box of pizza in my hands. Time really flew on us at the beach and only darkness reminisced us that we needed to head back. That is how freaking fast time flies when you are having a good time, huh! But when life is screwing you, time drags worse than a tortoise pace. We didn't talk much except a few jokes here and there, but it was great all the same. I feel so fresh and new. I glance at my Porsche well parked between his two heavy machines. He had it delivered here the day after our encounter. I don't know whether I should be grateful for that accident or not, but at least I didn't end up sleeping on the street. I would have cursed this baby a million times if that happened."We can drive your baby around town tomorrow." He says, eyeing it as if he doesn't own two different models. "I kind of miss it, but I hate driving." I state."Who on earth hates driving especially a sweet rare babe like this one?
I hug my gym wear to my chest as we get out of his car in front of this three-storey building somewhere I don't know. I am so new in this city, so even if this hot guy is taking me into a slaughterhouse, I wouldn't know until I'm inside it. Meh! I don't think he would do that though. Part of me is warming up to him and I feel like I can trust him even just a little bit. He is anything but an assassin or a mafia.The only thing freaking me out right now is this fear or paranoia that I can't control. I have been awfully quiet throughout the drive and now that we are here, I don't know. I don't know why I do not trust this decision is mine. Anyways, I follow his long strides inside the marble-floored building with aerobic signs everywhere. This is crazy! Ellie walking into a gym? Rose and Sherry would undoubtedly laugh their lungs out and crack their rips if they knew this. Who would believe this joke, huh? No one. Even I don't believe I am doing this. A gym is a gym. The real meaning
We make a stop at a very highly populated area with street foods of all kinds being sold on the busy roadsides. The aroma, ooh my goodness! I forgot to mention that bordering Tanzania, this community has been ranked the best in delicacies in the country, and I tell you, the aroma beckons you from miles away. It's irresistible. We step out of the car, and I forget where we were going first and stare at the presentable dishes. "Hey!" Damian calls, standing where I am devouring the dishes with my eyes.I toss the exciting idea of the Bombolulu market aside for a moment. "Can we have some first, please?" I ask, and he raises an eyebrow."Are you sure you can eat that?" He queries.I get what he means. I have never tasted any street food ever. I even hated them because I heard that they are dirty and give most of the people a stomach upset. But all that turns cliche right now. These ones do not look like those black shirts sold in some streets in the name of I don't know what. These one
"Shit!" I curse as Damian aids me plop onto the swivel chair in the bijou office of his gym. My body is in excruciating immense pain on my third day of working out. All of my body's veins are facing unprecedented muscle pulls. The worst is with my back - it feels like it's in shambles. Someone has to enlighten me once more why I'm even in this cursed gym.This guy keeps reassuring me that the muscular pulls would stop in a few days. What precisely does a few days mean to him, huh? A week? No, because I'm positive I'll continue to feel absolutely this terrible for the next four days. Then, how long? A month? I'd better stick with my figure. I am okay with my body just the way it is, and I love myself just the way I am. I don't know what made me try this shit.Damn!I'm not even sure why I'm still here. I'm so sick from even the aura of this building. Everything about this damn gym sucks!"Drink some". Damian offers me a bottle of water, which I annoyably grab."Thank you, but what I
Our lips are pleadingly and daintily blooming against one another. My eyelids closed a long time ago, but I can still feel his vigorously appealing gaze sweeping across my face. Due to the impending malfeasance, my heart is loudly thumping with the sound of rejoicing. Although it shouldn't be, it is. This burning urge shouldn't be there, but it is. In his arms, I shouldn't be feeling this frail and convulsing, yet I do. Nothing is under my control, not even the sin that is beckoning to me. I cannot control my urge. I am fully cognizant that everything about this is all wrong, yet it's just so compelling. This is extremely difficult for me to resist. I can't... Any other idea escapes my mind as he aggressively yet gently places his lips against mine. Right now, the only thing I want is to taste this sweet sin, to fully squish in his kisses.I exclaim with excitement as I open my mouth to finally taste him, glad that the dreadful longing won't last long as I am about to quench it. He
We saunter into what I presume to be his room, and he makes his way into the bathroom at the far end. As my feet make contact with the cold tiles, he makes no suggestions still, leaving me feeling a little letdown. He retains me in his arms, and I have no doubt that he is aware of the longing expression of desire on my face. Since he seems to be moving so slowly, I pull his face to mine and force our lips together. I can't wait any longer to taste him.Glorious! Sweet! Heavenly! He is a mixture of vanilla and chocolate, with a topping of cream.I wanted to demonstrate to him how skilled I am at kissing, but we only manage one fucking lengthy kiss before he abruptly pulls away.Like, what the freaking fuck?I mean, excuse me!I'm I such a lousy kisser that he had to stop just after the first one? Is there something wrong with my mouth, my breath, or something? I anticipated that his arms would stroke every inch of my body as soon as we sauntered here, his tongue exploring every corner
"Look at me, Ellie!" His call in a roguish voice freezes my groans, and his coercive thrusting abruptly stops, causing me to jerk.I peel my eyes open to meet his frosty, menacing ones.We are in the nth round of steaming hot violent sex, and I should be sobbing. It was the sixth round when I last checked, which was approximately an hour ago. He is acting like a frenzied beast, and I am incapable of stopping him. I am powerless beneath him. The only thing remaining is him tying me to this bed and shoving his cock up to my core. "Damian, please!" I strain with my labored breathing and the discomfort of my soreness down there. I feel like my walls have broken already.I'm fully aware that when I erroneously howled that idiot's name, I bruised his ego. I hurt him. I get it, but if castigating me was all he needed to stroke his ego, shouldn't he be satisfied by now? This is too much."I want you to keep your eyes on my face as I fuck that bastard's name out of your brain and don't," he p
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