ALEXANDER"Listen closely son, what I'm about to tell you, no one can ever find out."That was six hours ago, in the basement of one of my father's cold rooms where he'd given us the briefing of our next hit just before my wedding." Earl Kosker, new in the game, made off with a hundred million off one of the ring's elite, get the money clean or dirty, just no traces to us, how you punish him is your business." My father's warning ricocheted between my ears as Fredrick fishtailed the matte- black G-wagon into the neatly kept estate where the target lived.He'd permed the unruly strands of his short yellow hair backwards so he looked like a business man, a particularly mischievous business man."Quit staring Sherlock, all you gotta do is ask and I'd take care of that balding hairline for you in no time." My brother grumbled, flicking air behind his ear.I ignored him, I did not have a balding problem, my hairline ran almost all the way to my thickset eyebrows. Fredrick on the other han
"So this is the day." Ironic because one thing I thought I would never have to do in my life is sit in front of the mirror to have some cheesey soliloquy go on between me and my reflection. Truth be told, I never thought that there would be a day that I would be putting on a wedding dress for a man whom I have spoken to, just one or two times. I guess that some things happened beyond our control. Sometimes, you get to see yourself doing and being the very things that you would have last expected from or for yourself. Like me. Ordinary girl like me, getting married to a man as rich, affluent and influencial as Alexander Mckenzie. An ordinary girl like me looking this beautiful on my own wedding day. "Wow," I spoke again, surprising myself with yet another word of soliloquy. I couldn't help, but stare at the mirror and admire all there was to admire about myself. Truly, I had never looked this beautiful before. I had never had so much preparation and work done on me by people who
I didn't run away."Are you ready?"My mum's soothing voice was all I needed to hear. She stood by me, right before we were set to leave the manor, in time for the event. Her warm hands held onto mine just as I let out a sight, and her warmer eyes filled with understanding, looked into mine."You don't seem okay," She said to me.She was quick to pick it up. One thing I had always noticed about my mother was how easily it was for her to pick up the slightest bit of off in any of my behaviors. She could easily read me. More than my father ever could. I often hoped on her to be the mouthpiece for me in situations where I failed to speak up.Only very very few times, she disppointed me."I don't understand why," I told her truthfully. "Alexander does not seem like such a bad person to spend my life with." The memories that came to me, lingering all over the little times we had spent together made me feel butterflies. "I started to sort of feel something for him…"I waited for her to say
When I was seven, I had a homework partner for the very first time. It was a middle school science project that the school was hosting to show off kids like me to the public. So, because of this, we were told that we were going to have to present our science project to a number of people, and explain what he did to get out works the way they were.I hated public speaking.I hated public anything.So, to say that I was shaking in my boots was the least. I was scared stiff. I was so nervous that I had occasionally burst into untriggered tears, many times that I couldn't count.I had grown to be more social and bubbly in nature as I started to join my father in the bakery and I guess I could say that Life gave me no choice. Somehow, I needed to be his selling point, and my bright personality was what always moved people to want to come over to visit the bakery.Some people came to Dad's bakery just to see me smile. Mum had always told me that my smile was going to do many many good thing
The turn out of my wedding was a complete irony in comparison to what I had initially thought it was going to be.I had started the morning with confusion and an awkward uncertain feeling that lingered somewhere within me, but from the moment that I saw Alexander on the alter, with that bright smile on his handsome face, I felt all my worries and fears wash away.Maybe if Alexander Mckenzie was there at my second grade Science fair programme, it would have spared the humiliation I brought upon myself.How could I feel this way for someone whom I had only talked to just once?Some people said that if you're y had been starved from romantic love for such a long time, then the littlest bit of what looked like it was going to have you swarming in a sea of fantasies and fairy tales.But was that what was happening to me? Was that why I seemed so helplessly affectionate everytime I saw him? Alexander Mckenzie— a man whom I had only had one decent conversation with.And was tripping all over
The workers and staff at Alexander Mckenzie's mansion were the most warm hearted people I had ever met.It was easy to tell that the man treated them with so much respect and it told with how much they paid their service to him and now, me with smiles on their faces and a warmness in their tone of voice."You're so beautiful," One of the women had said to me for about the hundredth time that evening and even though I was so exhausted, my smile came naturally and my eyes reciprocated appreciation.And really, I was so exhausted.People always told fancy stories about how their Wedding Night was going to be and how magical it was going to be for them and their significant others, but no one ever really talked about how much all you would really want to do is come back and slouch on the bed to doze off into a very deep sleep.As much as I would have loved to envision and daydream what a perfect wedding night would be like for me and Alexander…I thought more about sleep right now.But st
Waking up to Alexander was magical. Breathtakingly magical. In all honesty, I couldn't even bring myself to remember the last time that I was this happy. I had gotten up from bed initially, and in a space of a second where I was just adjusting to my wake, I had forgotten everything and anything and would have had a panic attack opening my eyes to fine skin and silky jet black hair. And then, I remembered I was married. The realization brought a sweet smile to my face. I stood up from bed first, smiling to myself as I looked away from Alexander who was sleeping softly like an angel. With a sigh, I stretched out, eyes roaming the room as a feeling of curiousity started to linger forth in me. I suddenly wanted to wander all around this big mansion, for the fun of getting to know my new home. "Where to, my love?" I was just on my way towards the door when suddenly, Alexander's voice come behind me. I stopped on my track and looked behind to the man whom I thought was actually deep
Can I kiss you?" Darlene's pretty eyes flustered before me, the glow in them brightening more than ever, and God knows she was the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen that way.Her skin, under the sunlight, was as white as snow, and the golden hue cast a fine shadow upon it. She looked like milk. Very beautiful, very dainty, the most gorgeous thing ever. And the sexiest too.No woman had ever been so bold enough to make the first move before me.So, having her ask to kiss me, excited a nerve deep within me and at that moment, the things I wanted to do to her—"Afternoon, Mr an Mrs Mckenzie."We were interrupted by a new voice, and on cue, Darelene and I had our heads turning to the woman in front of us.Instantly, I was able to tell that it was one of the Picnic staffs. The plain white shirt and blue trousers she had on— which I was certain was their uniform— was right in front of our faces, struggling with that bright grin on her tab face, for attention."Afternoon," Darelene wa